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nightmare, unbearable force

[Master, I am starting to worry about your safety. 】

[There are so many people guarding outside, it seems difficult to get out, what should I do?Your comment area has been swiped...]

Si Guo was talking to Jing Chen who was sitting cross-legged against the wall, he was not usually like this, but when he met a monk who was so calm and calm about everything, he couldn't help but start to worry.

After all, just now, the other party was talking with a group of half-human, half-weird townspeople, and the next second he chicly lifted his robe and put himself in the cage, which made people feel complicated.

No, Si Guo is not a human being in the strict sense, but he can indeed experience this feeling of anxiety.

He controls the video release of Jingchen's account, and the latest update of a 60s video is...

The monk clasped his hands together and held the weapon. The vicious people bowed slightly, with a gentle smile on their clear and fair face, and then resolutely stepped into the prison.

Such a strong character, it doesn't look like being in a dangerous situation at all!On the contrary, he looked like a guest who received an invitation, polite and courteous, and a bit like a strategist with a sure chance of winning, with his own plans in mind.

Hearing what Si Guo said, Jingchen opened the panel and saw the following content from the software comment area:

Wang Dayi: [I have a bad premonition, I hope the mage can survive well, don't give away the head for the novice level, hey! ! 】

Second Li: [How is it possible?I reposted the mage's chanting video before, and I just picked up an A-level prop for nothing when I downloaded the dungeon the next day. It's impossible for him to have an accident!Probably...QAQ]

Zhang Xiaosan: [Although, I'm not his fan. To be fair, this monk looks thin and weak and doesn't have a high military value at first glance. Even if he gives away his head, it's normal.

And I've been to the dungeon of Goatman, it's relatively difficult in the novice level, what's more, I think this situation is very abnormal, it seems that the dungeon has changed and the difficulty has been upgraded!That's all for now, if you say more, you will be blocked. Let's put some wax on the "Mage" in the comment area!Hands together! 】

Zhao Si: [The hot comment put your mother's shit!Look at his confident appearance, could he be someone who is not sure? ?Still lighting the wax, isn't this cursing people? !Put your hands together.jpg]

Jing Chen's eyes lingered on Zhao Si's comments for a while, and his eyes were a little empty.

In the eyes of Peng Yun and the others, Jingchen seemed to be in despair and lost his mind. He had been staring at the air in a daze, and the sadness in his heart could not help but increase.

"Master, do you really have a solution, so you are so calm?" Even Si Guo's thoughts are somewhat similar to Zhao Si. If Jing Chen had no choice, why would he walk in without struggling.

When Jingchen pursed her lips and smiled faintly, the little mole on her lip line was inexplicably flirtatious, and she responded: [There is no way yet. 】

[But you are outnumbered, let's save some energy, and there is no unparalleled road, so the timing is always right. 】

Si Guo: The psychological quality is really strong!

He didn't say that, Yan Yan shut up.

They have now been taken to a secret dungeon in the mayor's house. Not only is the environment cold and humid, but there are also many locks on the iron door. There are three or five people guarding the door to prevent them from escaping. It can be said that they have made preparations for checking.

The man with glasses hid in the corner, covering his head and chanting something to himself, as if he was a little nervous because of the fear of facing death, on the verge of madness...

"What to do, what to do?? I don't want to die..."

"Mom, I miss mom..."

"I'm still an only child, and there's still a bright future waiting for me. Huh, why did I want to climb the mountain when I was wrong!"

"Ying Wu, yes, I'm sorry, but I really want to live, I don't want to come to accompany you..."

He was completely immersed in his own world, he couldn't listen to what others said, and he didn't have the courage to drive last night, as if he was a soul divided into two halves when he was racing and now.

Even Peng Yun was holding on to her hair, which was permed into teddy curls, until she pulled out a lot of brown strands, and she was relieved by the pain.

She looked around and found that everyone was sitting in a corner, and most of their faces were not very good-looking...

And worst of all...

She walked to Shen Gong's side in a few steps, and asked quickly: "My God, what's wrong with you?! Why are you bleeding?"

I saw Shen Gong's upper body leaning against the wall, with one leg straightened and the other bent, with his head down, he couldn't see his eyes clearly, only his superior jawline was like a perfectly curved sharp knife.

Blood began to ooze from the severed arm that had been treated before. This was not the most serious thing, but a small opening in the skin of the face suddenly cracked, and blood was also dripping down the chin.

Obviously in her impression, Shen Gong was not injured, but the injuries she saw now were a bit serious.

Shen Gong didn't even raise his head to look at her, he just avoided it coldly: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Peng Yun was about to say something, but there seemed to be an invisible high wall erected beside the other party, making it difficult to approach. Just when she was at a loss, there was a warm and soft hand on her shoulder.

"You're tired too. It's good to go and have a rest. I'll take a look for him."

Looking back, seeing Jingchen's pale eyes with warmth, Peng Yun nodded, got up and left.

Shen Gong exuded the aura of "Don't Disturb the Strangers", and he didn't put away his sense of distance just because Jing Chen came.

It wasn't until Jingchen put his fingertips on the wound on his handsome face that he slowly raised his head, and the brows gathered together again.

"what are you doing?"

Jing Chen withdrew his hand and rubbed his fingertips, feeling the slight abnormality in the other party's blood, the color seemed too dark...

Then he looked at the slight black circle under Shen Gong's eyes, and said casually: "I haven't rested recently, have you had a nightmare?"

Although it was in the form of a question, the tone seemed to be affirmative.

Unexpectedly, Shen Gong turned his head to the other side, and said two words coldly: "No, yes."

Jing Chen was not displeased at the man who seemed to be covered in thorns, but felt that this man's character was quite frank and undisguised. He pondered for a while, then suddenly thought of another possibility, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Is it possible Is it... Spring Dream?"

Shen Gong swears that he has never been so speechless in his life. He deeply understands what a person should not look like. He turned his head back stiffly, and his eyes swept from the monk's delicate eyebrows to his sharp and small chin.

With a low voice: "Do people in Buddhism dare to say anything like you?"

Jingchen laughed cheerfully, and said sincerely: "Probably only me, if this joke makes you unhappy, I can apologize."

"No."

While talking with Shen Gong, Jingchen was still talking about the deal with Si Guo in his mind.

[Si Guo, can you exchange some medicine for me? 】

When he finished speaking, the crackling sound of the calculator sounded in his head, and after the end, the voice of the young man from Si Guo was not so energetic.

[Hmm... Let me help you look at the current points. Just exchanging for the car has already used up the rewards received. Although pasture does not consume many points, the amount is too large, so the current one owes me a lot. thousand points. 】

The corners of Jingchen's mouth drooped a little, and a layer of melancholy shrouded her beautiful and refined eyebrows.

[If you can't help him stop the bleeding, I'm afraid he will endanger his life due to excessive blood loss. Points are something outside of the body, and they are not so important in the face of life and death. 】

[Besides, there is not much difference between owed once and twice, and the poor monk will repay you twice later. 】

Si Guo's conscience was aching, as if he was a wicked person, but if he refused to save him, it would be really bad.

So he neatly exchanged the medicine in the panel and put it in the monk's cloth pocket.

Cleanly, Jingchen began to treat Shen Gong's wound with clean hands and feet.

It was rare for Shen Gong, who always felt thorny all over his body and as cold as ice, not to say anything to refuse, but just gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

After the bloody severed arm and the wound on his face were well treated, his swarthy eyes lingered on the beautiful bowknot of the bandage for a while longer.

"Ever since I lost my arm, I've been having the same dream. The dream was extremely depressing—like a mountain was pressing on my back and I couldn't breathe. It seemed that there was a man in the dream, but I couldn't see his face clearly..."

Shen Gong's words were hardly audible, and when he said these, he was still looking at the bandages, and his back was covered with cold sweat from the memories.

Just by looking at his expression, Jing Chen could imagine how important that dream was to Shen Gong.

"Dreams are symptomatic, maybe it wants to tell you something."

"En." Apart from these, Shen Gong didn't say anything else.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and finally stopped at the door of the dungeon, and the movement of unlocking the lock lasted for a long time.

The mayor is wearing a white cotton suit today, just by looking at his appearance, he is not much different from the old man practicing Tai Chi in the square.

His upper body was still hunched, and his face full of dimples revealed a spirit that did not match his age. He stood at the door and looked at the people inside.

To be precise, the gaze does not seem to be looking at people, but with the scrutiny of looking at products.

The mayor looked away from the last person, "I'm here to inform you of some good news."

Generally, the good news told by dehumanized monsters can only be bad news.

"Haha! Congratulations, you don't need to stay here any longer, anxiously waiting for your death." The mayor grinned. In the dimly lit basement, his smile looked terrifying.

Exaggerated laughter echoed with layers.

Seeing that no one showed a happy expression, two of the humans kept avoiding him with monster-like eyes, and snorted coldly: "Our goat town has a tradition, that is, we know how to share food."

"To put it in an easy-to-understand way, it's a sacrifice. Tomorrow night, I will tie the limbs of weak meat like you to a wooden frame and roast them slowly over a low fire."

He suddenly fixed his eyes on the man with glasses who was shaking the most, and said in a dark voice, "Then - all my family members will surround you and eat the hot and delicious roasted human meat..."

There were many voices of swallowing saliva in the air, and now some of the townspeople guarding them around the mayor even wiped their mouths with the back of their hands, staring at them more wantonly than the mayor!

It's almost like a gangrene.

The mayor seemed to be caught up in anticipation of the night, and his body movements became richer, "Except for human flesh, there is no other flesh that can arouse our appetite."

He clapped his hands, as if he had thought of some good idea, "But there are four of you, I have a good suggestion, how about we play a fun game?"

The author says:

Zhang Xiaosan: Author, is my name too hasty? !