The woman's scream echoed through the cell.
Her voice was originally weak, but now it was unprecedentedly loud and full of energy, which surprised Yaleriga. Then she fell to the ground again, red and black blood seeping out of her skirt.
No one knows why things have developed to this point, even Mrs. Kuye is still confused. At this moment, only Aconite showed the kind of coldness and cunning recognized by Yaleriga. He did not try to shout or stop him, but recited the scriptures decisively. But before he could read the third syllable, a thin rope sprang out from the corner like a poisonous snake.
The rope hung by his ankles and caught the aconite hanging upside down in the air. Then it swayed violently, swinging him back and forth like a pendulum. Wu Touweng wanted to finish reciting the sutra, but the rusty iron chains hanging from the ceiling seemed to hit his lips and teeth. He let out a dull scream of pain, and a few drops of blood spilled onto the floor.
Yaleriga hoped that the white rope could hang the aconite's neck instead of its ankles, but she had no time to pay attention to the life and death of the old witch doctor. The jailers had already begun to commotion, and the copper-skinned man who had planned to drag her out before stood at the forefront. This newcomer probably had little experience. Instead of retreating to distance himself like Sati, he took the initiative and rushed forward. He came to Ji Zangyu without stopping, raised his fist and smashed it down.
Previously, Yareliga had guessed that this newcomer was a cell accessory sent by Aconite to torture her. The core function of this type of character is to cause pain, and the requirements for brains and force are inevitably lowered. Despite this, she originally believed in the talent of Zuo Yao's Abyss bloodline in matters of violence. As a result, as soon as the newcomer rushed in front of Ji Zangyu, the latter waved his sleeves, and the soft fabric swept the new jailer's cheek. The unlucky guy who was the first to show up flew out.
Ji Zangyu took a step back slightly, then leaned forward and flew out with the new jailer like a fallen leaf driven by the wind. He landed between Du Fu and an anti-heel man, and with a flourish of his sleeves, he swept them all away.
His movements seemed light and smooth, without any feeling of intensity. However, when he knocked down all three jailers, it was less than three seconds before the pregnant woman fell to the ground. Before Yaleriga had time to lift her upper body, Ji Zangyu had already rushed to the center of the jailers. At this moment, he was very close to Sati, Mrs. Dead Leaf, and Wutou Wen. It seemed like a golden opportunity.
Satie was escorting Mrs. Dead Leaf back, while Wu-headed Man was still entangled with the white rope that hung him up. His two guards used their pitch-black slender sword blades to pick up the rope and try to cut it off, but the rope was as cunning and flexible as if it were alive, always loosening at the edge and clinging to Aconitum's skin. Tie a new tie in place. It obviously couldn't be untied in a short time, and the aconite man who was shaken violently did not dare to shout easily anymore, lest he bite off his tongue while reciting that painful ancient spell.
Ji Zangyu was only five steps away from him, and three jailors were squeezed into the narrow passage between them, and they didn't look very useful. This weird boy was as light as a gust of wind when he moved, but as heavy as a thousand-jin stone when he hit someone.
His sleeves flew around the jailer's neck, ready to throw them aside as before. But when a jailer almost stuck his head into the gap in the cell, he changed his mind and kicked the other person high and diagonally towards the ceiling, where he hung among the piles of rusty chains.
The rusty chain made a noisy sound. They have been on the hollow ceiling of this cell for at least a hundred years. They have hung the bodies of countless victims, and have also been used as gallows and execution platforms. Yaleriga was once strangled by a jailer with an iron chain. She knew that the chain was covered with blood and sweat and was so sticky that it felt like rotten wood. It wasn't until the three jailers flying up made the iron chains in the entire corridor make a loud sound that Yaleriga realized that they still had the texture of metal: cold, sharp, dangerous and beautiful. Her nerves were aroused by the movement, and she couldn't help but swing the iron chain on the corner, trying to get rid of the heavy burden. She wanted to return to the wilderness, to get some new stimulation from this prison, and she also wanted revenge on Villar.
Ji Zangyu came to Wutouweng. The guards immediately gave up cutting the cunningly tangled white rope and freed their weapons to deal with him.
They were the tools carefully cultivated by Aconite, and their level was different from that of most jailers. They moved as fast as lightning. Even before Yaleriga was imprisoned, she was not sure that she could deal with them with cold weapons. Ji Zangyu twice tried to get through between them and go straight to the black-headed man who was struggling with the white rope, but the guards' slender swords successfully stopped him. When he tried to rush over for the third time, one of the guards cut off a section of his sleeve, almost causing him to lose his only remaining hand.
Ji Zangyu dodged and turned his palms to press on his opponent's armored shoulders. The magic alloy made of cursed iron mixed with black flash crystals actually dented, leaving a shallow dent on the palm. At the same time, another sword was handed to Ji Zangyu's back, and he had to move back to avoid being cut in half.
He took another five steps back. The guard who was hit by him lowered his arm unnaturally and replaced the sword with his other hand. The guardian's arm had obviously been severely fractured due to the deformation of the armor, perhaps completely broken. Black blood overflowed from the gaps in the armor, but he didn't make a sound. Yaleriga guessed that Aconitum had deprived him of this ability a long time ago.
These two excellent puppets made Ji Zangyu fail. He looked down at the gap in his sleeves, as if he wanted to try again, but his short opportunity was over - Mrs. Dry Leaf retreated thirty steps away under the protection of Sati. In the narrow corridor between them were Crow-headed Man and his guards, as well as a dozen tall jailers. Even if Ji Zangyu can deal with them one by one in a second, the remaining time will not be enough to change the situation.
Mrs. Dead Leaf's calm and low voice echoed in the prison cell. She recited the same verses as Aconite, as calmly as singing a lullaby. Ji Zangyu raised his sleeve and pointed at her, and dropped the aconite from the white rope in the air, swimming towards the new target nimbly and swiftly.
But this time he couldn't succeed. The white rope relied on surprise to sneak up on the aconite and elude the guards who had lost themselves. But this scene has already clearly fallen into Sati's eyes. Before the white rope touched Mrs. Dead Leaf's side, the satyr jumped out with a smile, pulled out the small whip wrapped around his waist, and whipped the white rope. His whip was as flexible as his arm, and it successfully caught the white rope floating in the air, leaving a bright red blood mark on it.
Ji Zangyu immediately frowned. He stretched out his hand to beckon, and the white rope flew backwards into his sleeve.
Sati stood there, swinging his shiny and smooth black whip with some complacency.
"That's what I guess." He said with a smile, "Sacred objects can't be touched by dirty things, right? Look at my little cutie, it took hundreds of poor little people to make it. , it’s very convenient, isn’t it?”
Ji Zangyu slid his fingertips over the white rope and stayed on the dark red stain left by the whip. He then raised his head and smiled maliciously at Sati.
He gently pulled the white rope, and the other end of the rope was lifted from the ground, with a bunch of jingling iron keys hanging on it.
Sati touched her empty belt.
"Hey, that's outrageous," he muttered.
Ji Zangyu is in front of Yaleriga's prison door. When Mrs. Dead Leaf's chanting became louder, he opened the cell door with the key without hesitation and threw a white jade bottle to Yaleriga from his sleeve.
"Red spring water." He said concisely and concisely, "Feed that woman."
Yaleriga grabbed the bottle instinctively. Everything happened so fast, she hadn't figured out how to act. But when she just stood up from the ground, Ji Zangyu's face twisted. His cheeks sunken unnaturally, making a crying grimace.
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