The whole world wants to keep me in captivity [Comprehensive]

Qiao Ran was pushed in by the big sword behind him.

Originally, Taro Taidao always threw the judges into the sword room, but considering that the young man's physique is not good, and he has just recovered from a serious illness, if he is treated so rudely, his body may be injured again ...

So his heart softened, Jiro Tachi put Qiao Ran on the ground, and pushed it in with his hands.

After Jiro Tachi closed the door, it was suddenly dark again.

The thrust of Jiro Tachi was a bit strong, Qiao Ran staggered and fell to the ground.

He put his hands on the ground, but found... something was wrong.

Qiao Ran reached out and touched it.

——What was placed under him turned out to be... a sword?

In this completely dark environment, he can only perceive by touch and spiritual vision.He reached out and touched the swords that covered the entire floor of the knife room one by one, and frowned.

——The swords on the ground include short swords, daggers, and big swords... There are even varieties such as wakizashi and spears...

——Very, very complete.

But Qiao Ran discovered that there is a problem with these swords.

These swords are notched - whether it is the blade, the hilt, or other places.

--and……

Qiao Ran became ruthless, and deliberately slashed hard on the blade of one of the swords with her finger.

His skin was relatively delicate in the first place, but there was a trace of white marks all of a sudden, it was a little broken, but there was no blood dripping out.

"It shouldn't be... Even if it is a short knife, the blade is extremely sharp, and if you touch it lightly, there should be a wound."

Qiao Ran narrowed her eyes and said word by word, "That means these swords...they haven't been opened."

"They were created hastily and left here."

"So the wounds on their bodies were not caused by fighting on the battlefield, but..."

"But... when it was forged, for some reason, it became what it is now!"

Qiao Ran's pupils shrank suddenly, and he probably knew the origins of the sword room full of different types of swords ""

His fingers trembled slightly, and he placed them on his lap.

——just...why?

——Those fallen swordsmen, why did they push themselves into this sword room...in this sword room full of broken swords?

Qiao Ran pursed her lips lightly.

—tools... nourishment...

A somewhat terrifying guess lingers in his mind. If this guess is correct, then what he will do next...

At this moment, a sword placed in the middle moved.

——The sword looks the most broken. Judging from the shape, it seems to be a short knife, but its handle is missing a large piece, which looks a bit hideous.

Qiao Ran sensed something was wrong, he immediately stood up and wanted to push open the door of the knife room.

The door was locked tightly, he gritted his teeth, and even used his spiritual power, trying to forcefully break the door open.

However, he didn't know what material the door of the knife room was made of. When his spiritual power touched the door, it seemed as if it had been absorbed, and it was not at all aggressive.

He opened his eyes slightly, but was startled by the rustling voice behind him and turned around again.

At this moment, the short knife seemed to have two legs, and it stood upright for half of its body.

Under the spirit vision, Qiao Ran could see the swords underneath, like dead objects, without any fluctuation of spiritual power, but the wreckage of the broken knife carried weak spiritual power.

"……What do you want to do?"

Now he is in an environment similar to a secret room, and Qiao Ran knows that he cannot escape.

In other words, even if he managed to escape, the Jiro Taidao who was guarding outside would not stop there, and might throw Qiao Ran in again.

Therefore, it is the best policy to first figure out the situation inside and hold the information in the palm of your hand.

"...What exactly are you going to do?"

The dagger stayed where it was, as if thinking about the human language that it hadn't heard for a long time.

Then, an extremely shrill sound... like tires rubbing against the ground, came from Qiao Ran's mind!

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry—"

Qiao Ran involuntarily covered his ears—even though he knew that it was useless, it was the dagger communicating with himself with the remaining spiritual power in it.

"I want to eat your spiritual power... or your soul, or your flesh and blood... it doesn't matter."

The short knife tilted his head, showing a child-like expression.

"If you don't want to give me all your spiritual power..."

His voice paused...

It's like thinking about something!

"Then... let's dismember you right here."

The short knife jumped on the wreckage of the sword that covered the ground - it dragged the broken hilt and jumped strangely, and there were even things like iron filings falling down constantly.

--However……

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Qiao Ran's forehead.

Through his spiritual vision, he could clearly see that this knife room seemed to be lit up by something...

The short knife was like a light source. When it was beating, the sword underneath slowly, slowly... also overflowed with a bit of spiritual power, as if it had been awakened.

Can you imagine?In this cramped space...the swords of different lengths and lengths are filled with strange light, facing the picture of themselves with that cold and stern light...

Qiao Ran swallowed.

He pinched his palms hard, trying to keep himself calm.

"I choose...I choose to feed all my spiritual power to you."

He made a decision that was best for him in this desperate situation.

…………

Qiao Ran sat cross-legged with his back leaning against the door of the knife room, holding the handle of the broken knife in his hand.

Its handle was too small, Qiao Ran had to hold it between two fingers to hold it tightly.

As soon as he put his hand on the broken blade, trying to transmit the spiritual power, he felt a piercing pain.

——It's even no less than... the pain it brought to yourself when you got sick.

"Uh...uh..."

Qiao Ran couldn't help groaning in pain, but she clenched her teeth tightly, fearing that because of some small actions, she would end up with a thousand arrows piercing her heart.

——Those dozens of swords were still standing upright in mid-air, pointing coldly at him.

"Huh? It's really pure spiritual power... It's been a long time since I felt such wonderful spiritual power."

The dagger in Qiao Ran's hand made a sighing sound, although in Qiao Ran's mind, the sound still seemed so harsh and strange.

He couldn't care less about the reaction of the short knife now, the pain was like someone was forcefully pulling his soul away.

The moment Qiao Ran put his hand on Duan Dao Dao, his spiritual power continued to decrease at an astonishing speed.

The strength and time of the extraction were too brutal, and the pain of the soul being pulled made Qiao Ran almost faint.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a voice in his mind that sounded like a gift.

"It's finally ready...the taste is very good, thank you for the hospitality, hehe."

"The next time we meet, it will probably be a few days later, lovely judge."

——Is it over...

Qiao Ran thought in a daze, he felt the door behind him was opened suddenly, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

The moment he hit the ground, a hand firmly supported his back.

…………

"Did you pass out the first time?"

Taro Tachi looked at the young god judge lying in his brother's arms, and frowned, "It shouldn't be... That existence should be very restrained."

"—After all, it's the first time to do this... It doesn't meet his usual requirements."

Taro Tachi stretched out his hand and tentatively grabbed the boy's wrist, but found something wrong.

Compared with the behavior that he would be slightly more restrained in the first plunder in the past, this time, that existence almost drained all the spiritual power of the young man, and even caused some damage to his body.

——For the first time, the spiritual power of the god judge was almost exhausted. This kind of behavior...

"Could it be that his spiritual power is too pure, causing that existence...to be unable to restrain the greed in his heart at all, and to be out of control?"

"...All in all, big brother, his situation seems to be a bit bad..."

Jiro Taidao is also a little flustered now, and such a thing has never happened before on the first day when the interrogator was arrested.

——He didn't know whether he was unaccustomed to being caught off guard and out of control, or because of the young man's weak face at this time... and panicked.

Taro Tachi poured spiritual power into Qiao Ran's wrist, and saw Qiao Ran slowly open his eyes.

The silver-haired boy looked at him with those beautiful but indifferent eyes, but Taro Tachi's heart trembled fiercely!

"It turns out... you are such an existence... the so-called defective products."

Qiao Ran's voice was intermittent.

"Brought different god judges from different places, and then used their spiritual power... to feed unknown things, and even used flesh and blood as nourishment—"

"—You guys are really... existences like garbage."