Kebid is a mercenary living in the magical world of prison. After mistaking the young black dragon that was stealing the townsfolk's livestock from the intelligence as a giant bat, he successfully wiped out the group, then came to Infinite City and became an Infinite City. .
The story of those years as Wu is lackluster. It is nothing more than the story of a washed-out helpless soul who gradually understands the world in the crisis that dies every day, and then slowly turns into a speculator like a hyena.
Until he was inspired to fight and planned to fight, he was captured by the cunning people in the world.
The feeling of finally rekindling your passion and fighting spirit after years of decadence, and wanting to challenge again, only to be drowned out by a head of cold water, is a cruel blow to anyone.
Kebid was actually not too anxious while he was in prison. His many years as a scavenger had allowed him to accumulate a large amount of [knowledge]. Not to mention a year and a half, he would still be fine for a month or so.
And all he wants is an opportunity.
Although it is said that Wu Zai will basically become an "ordinary person" in Infinite City, there are actually some differences. After many explorations, he realized that it was not that "the power of the original world has lost its effect", but that "The power of the original world needs [consciousness] as fuel to be used."
This is no different from those fake items left in the garbage dump.
Although the name of the fake made him doubt whether his original world was just a fiction after discovering this fact, and even doubted the authenticity of his own existence, but with the desire for survival again and again, he gradually lost his Opened up these philosophical questions - as long as he can become a ghost story, no matter whether he was real or not in the past, he will definitely become real in the future!
However, bursting out Dou Qi requires a lot of [Knowledge], especially when used in the real world, which needs to be multiplied by a factor of a thousand. When he explodes with all his strength, his years of accumulation can only sustain him for a few minutes at most. Just fighting.
Everyone who passes through the door has a natural perception of the anchor point that connects him. It is precisely based on this perception that he can clearly judge the distance between himself and that door, and that is not a few seconds. A distance that can be covered in minutes.
And after seeing the weapons of those despicable people in the real world, he also clearly realized that if he was surrounded, his explosive power would not be enough to break out of the encirclement.
So even if he was beaten by people in the real world, had his clothes stripped off, and had his phantom objects taken away, he endured it just for the opportunity that he didn't know when it would come.
For example, like those unlucky ones before, they were dragged out for torture or execution.
However, he didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck, but he had never been selected, which made him feel a little anxious.
After all, the passage of time itself means that the time during which he can burst out his fighting spirit is shortening.
"Click, click..." Kebid, who was leaning against the wall, suddenly seemed to hear something, but he did not say anything, but pretended to be restless, pacing in the cell, and carefully looking for the source of the sound. source.
As someone who is also thinking about how to escape from prison, he has done nothing these days, including observing the situation outside from the narrow window and standing in front of the cell door to observe the surrounding layout. Of course, these actions also attracted several beatings. But this is obviously nothing - at least it makes his current simple pacing movement not so abrupt.
Not long after, he followed the small voice and came to his bed board, lying on the bed without any pretense. The bed board in this prison was a whole bed board passing through the wall, so every two prisons actually shared the same bed board. , so he more or less guessed that this was probably the person next door who wanted to convey some message to him.
It's just...how can two people who can't understand each other's language communicate through a wall?
Kebid listened to the sound coming from the connection between the bed board and the wall, and by turning over, he gave a few tentative taps.
Sure enough, a subtle voice came from the other side:
"Don't make any noise. I have the ability to quickly master most languages. You can pretend to shout out what you want to say."
Although the voice was small, Kebid concentrated on listening and captured the whispering words very clearly. He narrowed his eyes and then jumped up from the bed board, as if going crazy, imitating Seeing the appearance of those around him who were about to disappear, he began to shout crazily:
"What do you want from me?"
"Are you interested in escaping from prison?" The voice was still very soft, but it was full of power in Kebede's ears.
He didn't change his posture, and while banging on the wall, he shouted:
"What's your plan?"
"I'll teach you some languages of other non-beings. You can shout them out loud so that you can contact those non-beings. Let's discuss a jailbreak plan. Taking advantage of the fact that we don't need to sleep, we can do it together at around three o'clock in the morning when people in the world are sleepiest. By then, everyone will Rush out together, whether you can survive or not depends on your own abilities."
While Kebid maintained his hysterical roar, he thought for a moment, and then added words to his roar:
"Didn't you already reach cooperation with those outsiders?"
"They want to monopolize my power, and I need [knowledge]."
The concise words are full of persuasion. This is the helplessness that only the incompetent can understand.
Kebede thought for a while and felt that this matter could be gambled. He did not dare to go out because he was worried about being attacked, but as long as someone shared the firepower, he was confident that he could fight his way out of the encirclement with the power of fighting spirit.
If you are lucky, you can even earn back some [Knowledge] by killing those jailers.
As for the others, we are not familiar with them!
Kebid was not worried about Feng Xue cheating him at all, or in other words, it didn’t make much sense whether he was cheating him or not at this time. His own death would do Feng Xue no good at all. Even if he didn’t cheat him, he would still have to disappear after a while. .
It's the same as death. It's better to fight hard than to live with the countdown to life every day.
Such thoughts are obviously not limited to Kebede, or in other words, without such awareness, these people would not risk passing through that door.
They are scavengers, hyenas, who dare to cross the wild to destroy the landfill, how can they not have two brushes?
As Kebid continued to imitate Feng Xue's pronunciation and shouted in the cell, a series of responses also sounded.
No one worried about snitching, because it had been proven that no one except the person who initiated the escape could communicate with the jailers.
As for the initiators cheating them, this is indeed an issue that needs to be considered, but as long as the "motivation" is taken into consideration, it is found that this worry is somewhat unnecessary, and in the final analysis, everyone prefers to stay in jail and wait to die slowly. Give it a try, especially for those who have insufficient reserves, this is the only chance.
Thus, at this moment, the loudest conspiracy to escape in history began.
Among the many howling ghosts, only Feng Xue sat quietly on the bed, flipping through the Yanwei Dictionary, and murmuring that was covered by the howls...
