After breakfast, Ji Zangyu wandered around the cell. There was nothing extra in the cell, so he could only crush the few wild fruit branches that appeared out of thin air and use their juice to draw a line in the middle of the cell.
Yaleriga couldn't understand what he was doing at first, until the unbiased, straight and vertical center line was drawn. She looked at herself on the left, and then at Ji Zangyu, who was sleeping on the right, and finally realized that this was called "private space." However, what confused her was that Ji Zangyu provided all the necessary living facilities (mainly the thickness of an arm, the sewage pipe leading to the outside of the cell, and the ceiling water hole that flows out a small amount of clean water every half month). To Yaleriga. She couldn't help but wonder if the other person had to cross this boundary once a day to solve his physical problems.
It was already afternoon by the time the guards discovered that someone had changed rooms. At that time, Sati was leading a heavy iron chain across the aisle. At the end of the iron chain were three monks wearing robes and looking confused.
He whistled happily, locked the monk in a deep cage, and then walked back the same way, passing Yaleriga's cell twice on the way. Yaleriga watched him walk away from her cell. She had already taken several steps forward, but suddenly she paused, then walked back backwards.
"Hey, beauty." He stared at Ya Laili's prison and said, "I didn't remember that the double room was arranged for you."
Yaleriga was lying on the left side of the cell and looked up at him lazily. By now she had eaten several wild fruits and had saved some energy, but she was not willing to waste it on Sati.
Sati waited for a while, turned her eyes boredly, and looked at Ji Zangyu on the right. The latter was leaning against the wall and sound asleep.
"Hey, kid." He knocked on the cell door, making a loud clang, "Who changed the room for you?"
Still no one paid attention to him. Sati wandered outside for a few times, but finally did not dare to open the cell door and risked letting the two men deal with her. He ran away kicking and kicking, and returned noisily with a large group of people half a day later.
Walking at the front was the aconite, his complexion darker than usual. The old witch doctor just appeared at the edge of the cell, and Ji Zangyu jumped up. He puffed up his cheeks, and more than a dozen fruit cores shot out like a barrage of cannons, hitting Aconitum on the face.
The aconite growled angrily and opened his mouth to recite scriptures. As soon as he uttered the first syllable, a kernel hit his throat. The attack was accurate and fast, obviously planned for a long time.
He coughed violently in pain. Unfortunately, the person standing next to him was not his own fan, but Sati with a smile on his face. The satyr kept asking about his condition in a tone of extreme concern. He slapped the old witch doctor on the lower back with his left hand and blocked the followers with his other hand, not allowing anyone to spoil his respect for the respected Manrosti. Call on the adults to come to the rescue.
Wutouweng coughed so much that he couldn't speak. Although he has forbidden knowledge and a devil's heart, his body is really fragile. Unfortunately, his rich life experience still helped him avoid suffocation and fainting in the end, and successfully spit out the core.
"You unscrupulous bastard," he roared in anger, "a little bastard hatched from a rotten pit grave, a despicable son of a prostitute and a wet slave—"
Ji Zangyu stood up from the ground and walked towards the cell door, his body glowing with an unnatural brilliance. That was a situation that should never occur in the "Iron Skull Rainbow". Everyone outside the prison was obviously shocked. Most of the jailers retreated like the aconite, while the followers loyally stepped forward to protect them - they were all shrouded in thick armor, their eyes were stiff and dull, and they looked like they were not very flexible. Yaleriga speculated that they, like the black knight beside Villar, were the product of some kind of transformation surgery.
She lowered her head slightly, pretending not to care about what had just happened, and secretly pondering what the aconite man said in her heart. She was not surprised at all by the old man's rich and dirty vocabulary, but she noticed that some of the terms were quite unusual: "Corruption Pit" was a facility commonly used by necromancers, but "Pot-Inverted Ghost" was not something she knew. Common name for any living thing. Just like "Manrostila", a surname with a rare pronunciation and deliberately placed in front of the name, the term "pot-turning ghost" also has a long history in the city of Kebe, and is used to describe those bankrupt people who have even lost their personal freedom. By. Although the word became popular with the rise of Kebei, it still should not be on the lips of a member of the Silent School.
Yaleriga kept this incident in mind and continued to peek at the development of the situation. Ji Zangyu walked to the prison amidst tight security and stretched his hand into the gap in the cage.
As soon as he put his fingertips out of the gap, countless iron needles grew out of the railings on both sides. At least twenty cursed iron needles penetrated his fingers, injecting a soluble poison into the flesh. That is the treatment that anyone who tries to step out of the cell will receive. Yaleriga has seen a short elf stick his head out of the iron bars in extreme despair, trying to squeeze out with his child-like body. . Needless to say its ending, the aconite recovered the body below the neck after the incident.
Ji Zangyu's body swayed, but finally managed to hold on. Black blood flowed out along the cursed iron needle and fell to the ground. He pulled his fingers back slightly and the needles began to loosen, allowing his hand to return to its prison.
That brought relief to everyone outside the prison. Although no one knew how he got into Yaleriga's cell, at least he couldn't get out easily. His resistance to toxins was a piece of cake in comparison.
Ji Zangyu put his hands into his sleeves and stared straight at Wutouweng. He said in an affirmative tone: "You are the descendants of Tiantara."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Aconite scolded with a bit of boredom, "Shut up, you annoying little freak."
He raised his beak staff. When he started chanting the spell, Yaleriga saw a slender white rope floating on the back of Ji Zangyu's neck.
"Anger won't help, Deleven. You shouldn't waste material."
A woman's voice sounded in the corridor. The voice sounded dry and cold, but it had a strange appeal. Yaleriga smelled a bitter and rotten smell from the flowing air, which reminded her of those dark forests that had been deposited for hundreds of years.
Wutouweng stopped moving. He put the beak staff back in place, his eyes gleaming with vigilance. The humiliated anger disappeared from his face in an instant.
"Madam," he said with his usual calm expression, "what brings you here?"
A dark green color that was almost black appeared on the edge of the cell. Yaleriga tensed her nerves unconsciously and secretly stared at the curvy figure.
She knew that it must be "Mrs. Withered Leaves", but what she saw was beyond her expectation: countless dead black leaves covered the surface of her body, covering her breasts and lower body. Her exposed belly and arms were bright green, with the texture of leaf veins. Below her knees was a long, thick tree root that was as winding as a snake's tail.
It was not a dryad, not a forest elf, not any kind of elf. That human-like and inhuman image made Ya Lailiga suddenly enlightened: "Mrs. Withered Leaves" probably does not belong to any conventional race in the traditional sense, but is an advanced civilization that uses the calcium reaction of fluorescent substances to convert nerve electrical signals - the alliance. Officially certified as the "Duo Ling" of a legal intelligent race.
Mrs. Dead Leaf swam to the cage. Her face is a small white dragon orchid with a pattern that resembles a human face. She has no real eyes, but her hair composed of transparent strands floats freely in the air, reflecting different colors. Yaleriga speculated that it was some kind of photoreceptor that replaced the visual function.
As soon as she arrived in front of the cell door, the light-sensitive plant filaments above her head immediately turned towards Ji Zangyu. This seemed to puzzle her for a moment, and then she lowered her face composed of flowers to face the displeased aconite.
"Good afternoon, Deleven," she said, her voice coming from her belly, "I'll take my eyes away."
She swam towards the depths of the cell as if no one else was around, the room where Sati had just imprisoned the monks. Several short screams came from there, and Yaleriga saw Ji Zangyu's sleeves shaking violently.
Mrs. Dead Leaf quickly swam back. Six bloody eyeballs hang from her vine-bearded hand. The jailers all bowed their heads and backed away. Only Sati came up to her with a smile and diligently wiped the blood stains on the tree roots for her.
"Hey, ma'am, you came just in time." He said in a tired voice, "We just got a little devil here who likes to visit us."
It seems that Mrs. Kuye really doesn’t know the ins and outs of the matter. When she heard Sati explain the mysterious room change incident, Xiao Longlan's face shrank slightly, as if she was curious.
She turned to Ji Zangyu in prison: "Did you do this, child?"
"No." Ji Zangyu said.
"So you know what's going on?"
"have no idea."
Ji Zangyu answered decisively, but no one was sure whether he was lying. Mrs. Dead Leaf thought quietly.
The black-headed man next to him looked very sad. Just as he was about to say something, Ji Zangyu knocked on the cell door with his finger. This time he tapped on the inside of the railing, making sure not to trigger any defenses.
"Are you the boss here?" he asked Mrs. Ku Ye.
"You could say that."
"Purpose? Resurrection of Tiantara?"
Yaleriga noticed that this was the second time the boy mentioned the word "Dandra". And Mrs. Dead Leaf looked as clueless as Wutouweng. She tilted her head slightly, and the petals spread out in all directions.
"We don't want to resurrect anyone, child," she said softly. "The dead should die forever and never return."
"Then what do you want to do?"
Mrs. Kuye raised her face and looked out the window.
"Paradise," she said after a pause, "or home."
This answer no longer sounded attractive to Yaleriga, but Ji Zangyu lowered his head in silence. He thought for a moment, then knocked on the cell door again.
"Let me out," he demanded.
Mrs. Dead Leaf's hair was curled like algae dancing in deep water. She asked a little puzzlingly: "Reason?"
"I want to join the gang." Ji Zangyu said.
