At this moment, somewhere in an unknown underground space.
"Somebody come!"
"Give me water!"
"Help!"
"!"
No matter how he shouted, there was nothingness in the cold space, as if his voice was not heard at all.
In the darkness, with only a little light coming through the gap, Chen Ting searched around to find the kettle, raised his head and took two sips.
The water in the kettle had a strong smell of rancid swill, either because it had been left out for too long or for some other reason.
After pouring the last drop of the rancid water into his mouth, he felt better and threw the bottle away.
The gel water bottle hit the ground, making a dull, hollow "bang" sound that echoed in the small space.
Chen Ting didn't know how long he had been brought here. It was so long without day or night.
A month? Two months? Or half a year?
Dead silence and emptiness tortured him all the time. He even started talking to himself to prevent himself from going crazy. Even if the person delivering food through the small door couldn't even reach in, he could still chatter there. Hour.
He deduced that this should be a cellar, and it was close to some underground water source. Even the air exuded a musty smell.
Nothing else is known.
What's the use of knowing, assigning task forces, huh, no one will come to rescue them at all.
It's hard to say what exactly happened when the task force was assigned that day, but judging from the current situation, it shouldn't be optimistic.
who are they?
What are they going to do?
The days of fear are difficult, but they can keep people's nerves tense and awake.
——This is one of the reasons why Chen Ting has not gone crazy yet.
"Crack!"
A beam of extremely dazzling light suddenly shot down from above his head. Chen Ting, who had not seen the sun for a long time, endured dizziness and tried hard to see what was in that beam of light.
"Hey, he looks a bit ugly, but he has a tough life."
"Look at his eyes, he should still be awake. You two, bring him up!"
"Betrayer, remember today, this is your lucky day."
"This is the last one. If you break a hair of his, watch your skin carefully!"
Long lost voices, human conversations!
Just as Chen Ting was about to say something, a slender but long hand strangled his throat.
"Click."
His jaw was removed. Chen Ting struggled desperately and shouted vaguely,
"Who are you and what are you going to do...Ouch!"
Chen Ting looked at the bloody tongue being casually thrown to the ground, covered in dust. His heart was unmoved, but he felt that his life might have been cursed.
He has third-level strength, but he hasn't had time to enjoy any of the beauty of the colorful world.
Lucky day?
What a lucky shit day!
Then, a dark-skinned, bald-headed and ferocious-looking woman stuffed half a ball of smelly, chewed grass into Chen Ting's mouth. The bleeding from the wound quickly stopped, and the pain was gone.
The place where he was was a huge cave, empty and quiet.
The ground was covered with a thin layer of mist. Under the mist, square windows could be seen, exactly like the cave he lived in.
"Take him to clean up, and move faster!"
Chen Ting was dragged to a smaller cave by two extremely strong dark-skinned women. In the middle was a light yellow boiling spring with a strong smell of sulfur.
With his third-level strength, he didn't have the capital to resist at all. He was rubbed back and forth like a sponge under the hands of two tall dark-skinned women. The boiling hot water made him scream miserably, but there was nothing he could do. Say anything meaningful, after all, the tongue has been cut out.
The woman standing at the entrance of the cave with her back to him screamed,
"What are you screaming about? If you scream again, your vocal cords will be removed!"
Chen Ting immediately shut up and gritted his teeth to resist without saying a word.
At this time, Chen Ting was still thinking about when I would be able to enjoy the bathing experience of two powerful women who were at least the third level of strength.
Haha, ugly is a bit ugly.
It felt like two layers of skin had been rubbed off. Chen Ting was put on a suit, his limbs were tied up, his eyes were covered with a black cloth, and he was thrown onto some kind of vehicle.
I lay there for three days.
Chen Ting was an evolver. If he didn't eat water or rice for three days, it would almost kill him.
"stand up!"
Chen Ting had fallen into a semi-conscious state due to hunger, and seemed to be in a forest in a daze.
——Well, because Chen Ting's eyes were full of enchanting green, so green that it made his scalp tingle.
"Betrayer, you, from Mingguang?"
Chen Ting could feel the softness and bone-crushing ecstasy of the voice of a superior, mature woman.
"hehe..."
Chen Ting smiled. He didn't even know why he was laughing. Hungry had already made his nerves rebel.
Meat, rice, wine, and vegetables were running through my mind, but there was no logic that could connect them.
"Snapped!"
He was immediately whipped on the back, which gave him a moment of clarity.
"Betrayer, raise your head!"
Chen Ting raised his head like a zombie, his face turned sideways with knotted tendons and pale jaws and gums.
"Hey, what a strong and ugly man."
"Do all the men outside look like this?"
"Hehe, it looks like he's not a fully evolved monkey."
The empty hall was filled with such whispers, and Chen Ting couldn't help but become furious.
"Uh, say, eh, ow, ow."
It's over, no tongue, no ability to even curse.
Furious and hungry, Chen Ting fell down as soon as his blood surged.
"what happened?"
"Sir, he... fainted from hunger..."
"Asshole! The wise elders only come out of seclusion once every few years. They only have a moment... to wake him up!"
"No need."
A thin, dry vine-like, cold and smooth hand covered Chen Ting's face.
Even in a coma, Chen Ting couldn't help but shudder.
It was like cold, slippery tentacles touching his brain directly, and some broken memory images emerged.
"Bright light..."
"The real... world that makes people... long for..."
"Little Lin...Lin...Bafanglou Jiushan Palace...what an interesting memory...blood corpse...tsk...hehehe..."
"Dear wise elder, Ye Luan..."
"It doesn't matter, I can feel her fire of life... getting stronger and stronger... As long as... the fog nightmare is more... I can..."
The old hoarse voice was intermittent, like the crack of metal scraping, echoing in Chen Ting's head, making him miserable.
"Who are you!"
Chen Ting yelled at that voice.
Unparalleled light bloomed in his mind, almost scorching and evaporating his soul.
"It's a very exciting spiritual power. Betrayer, maybe you can give me more surprises."
Chen Ting seemed to see a huge rotten arm made of blood and fire grabbing at him, and then he completely lost consciousness.
