My practice narration is weird

The scary thing about the weirdness is that even if they don't leave the cage, they can still silently erode people's emotions.

The corpses of colleagues that Ye Wuyou saw before had no injuries on their bodies. They were eroded by the weirdness, and they either went crazy or died in pain.

This is the information learned from Lu Caiwei.

The other party's cultivation has reached the third realm, and with the protection of the "grandfather", he can resist this kind of erosion to some extent, but it is just resistance.

However, all this can only be described in one sentence for himself.

Ye Wuyou is not affected.

[The remains of the avenue also want to erode you...]

Ye Wuyou patted his forehead in some pain. Well, the dog is barking again.

Lu Caiwei, who had wiped away her tears, looked at Ye Wuyou, "You... are you also affected?"

"No."

Ye Wuyou shook his head. He was just having a headache because of the dog barking.

Compared with himself, Ye Wuyou is more concerned about the other party's situation.

After all, he is the only "surviving" teammate at present, and has considerable combat power.

If something happens to the other party, then I will not be far from death here.

"Does your situation... affect it?"

Lu Caiwei shook her head and indicated that it was fine.

Is it fine...

Ye Wuyou leaned against the stone wall. The dim and flickering candlelight was like a hypnotic movement in his eyes. After experiencing a series of things, his eyelids were trembling. I don't know how long it took, but I couldn't help falling asleep.

The first day trapped in the prison ended.

The second day?

In the prison, because there was no concept of time, Ye Wuyou didn't know how long it had been.

When he opened his eyes from sleep and moved his body, he still saw the white clothes from before.

The girl's eyes were looking at him at this moment.

Ye Wuyou was a little embarrassed. In such a dangerous place, he fell asleep unconsciously. Just when he wanted to speak, he only made a hoarse voice.

A cultivator can go without food for several days, but...

I am still just a mortal after all. I haven't eaten for nearly a day, and I am exhausted after strenuous exercise.

Lu Caiwei seemed to see his embarrassment and waved gently.

Looking at the water and dry food that the other party had conjured out of thin air, Ye Wuyou was stunned for a moment. It turned out that it was a storage ring.

"Thank you..."

Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate and took the food from the other party.

"How long have I slept?"

Lu Caiwei retracted her gaze, closed her eyes, suppressed the emotions in her eyes, and said.

"About... about four hours."

"So long!" Ye Wuyou was startled and looked around. There was no new trace.

It seems that nothing happened during his sleep.

Counting the days, it should be the next day.

The stone door with a seal carved on it behind him did not move at all. Obviously, the warden mentioned by Lu Caiwei seemed to have not returned yet.

Ye Wuyou's eyes swept around and finally fell on Lu Caiwei.

He did not speak to persuade the other party to rest. After all, staying in this ghost place must be guarded by someone.

His own combat power is about zero, so he can only let the other party guard.

But...

Ye Wuyou glanced at the other party's wrist.

There was still a trace of Yin Hong there, just like yesterday, and the color became brighter.

"Your hand is bleeding."

After a long silence, Ye Wuyou waited for the other party's slightly tired response.

"It's okay... I, I, I cut it myself."

Lu Caiwei didn't seem to want to explain more, and her eyes were closed and never opened, but her beautiful face was slightly frowned.

Ye Wuyou looked at this scene and remained silent.

[What a cruel woman, she likes to self-mutilate when she has nothing to do. This kind of play can't help but arouse your sexual interest. Anyway, the other party relies on the pain of self-mutilation to stay awake, so why don't you do it yourself and help her...]

Fuck!

The dog system is useless, all yellow waste.

The second day passed quietly...

The third day.

The stone door behind him still stood there, and he could not feel any movement, not even a sound.

Is this prison soundproof?

There was no movement, which made Ye Wuyou wonder if everyone in the prison had died.

Lu Caiwei still sat cross-legged in meditation, without even opening her eyelids.

There was just another scar on her arm.

Is the strange erosion so disturbing?

Ye Wuyou was thinking randomly, but suddenly there was movement beside him.

The girl stood up, stepped forward, and stood with a sword.

The light in her eyes was gone, but a little tired.

Ye Wuyou, who still didn't understand what happened, suddenly looked forward.

The other end of the corridor.

Under the dim candlelight, several figures vaguely emerged in the darkness.

Of course, Ye Wuyou knew very clearly that there was no one here except him and Lu Caiwei.

That could no longer be called a human.

The former colleagues were staggering at this moment, looking like withered bodies, with only a dead white in their eyes.

Lu Caiwei took a deep breath, then raised the long sword in her hand horizontally in front of her body, and the hem of her long skirt, which had been stained with blood, fluttered slightly without wind.

The sharp pressure he had felt appeared around Ye Wuyou again, making him tense all over.

The next moment, the white clothes disappeared from the spot, and a bright light appeared in the dim prison.

The sword raised the wind and thunder.

How strong are the practitioners of the third realm?

Ye Wuyou had not yet truly set foot in cultivation, and did not have a clear concept.

But this did not hinder his understanding of "strength".

The group of staggering former "colleagues" looked dazed, but their movements seemed to still retain their consciousness before they died, and they even had martial arts skills when they attacked.

At least Ye Wuyou could not defeat them.

So at this moment he could only flick his fingers and silently calculate in his heart.

Sixteen breaths...

From Lu Caiwei's attack to her coming back covered in blood, only sixteen breaths had passed.

Ye Wuyou's eyes slightly focused on the group of corpses, but then turned to the side.

Pieces of white jelly skin emerged from the corpses, and finally gathered into one piece, forming a monster the size of a child.

It was much bigger than that day.

The monster had no eyes, but perhaps because Ye Wuyou could see, he could feel the other party's scrutiny on the two of them.

Seems to be hesitating?

In the end, when Lu Caiwei raised the sword in her hand again by induction, the white jelly-like monster quietly retreated.

Seeing this scene, Ye Wuyou's heart skipped a beat.

These monsters are indeed intelligent.

It is obvious that it is concerned about Lu Caiwei and the sword in the other party's hand.

And the monster clearly knows that the longer they stay here, the deeper they will be eroded by the weirdness, and the weaker they will be.

This time, the other party's coming seems to be more of a test.

What about next time?

What about the next time?

If the warden does not come to open the door, will the two of them really be trapped here to death?

Bang!

The sound of metal and stone clashing rang in Ye Wuyou's ears.

Turning his head, he saw Lu Caiwei stepping back in shock, and the long sword in her hand fell to the ground.

She held her forehead with one hand and slowly curled up to sit down. Her originally cold eyes were only open a line at this moment, as if suppressing endless mixed emotions, and there was a bit of pain on her beautiful face.

She stretched out her hand, trying to pick up the long sword that fell on the ground, but her body couldn't take a step forward, couldn't reach it.

Lu Caiwei's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Ye Wuyou, biting her silver teeth lightly, and seemed to be a little clearer.

"Quick, stab me."