Chapter 3513： Resurrected?

In the narrow and gloomy passage, there was a rancid smell, which was obviously not cleaned for many years.

The dirt mixed with blood, solidified and dried on the ground, continuously covering layer after layer.

Over time, a solid crust has appeared on the ground originally paved with slate.

Looking at the cells on both sides, they were dense and narrow. Some cells were narrow and cramped, and even lying down could not straighten their legs.

The gloomy, numb scalp.

In this foul-smelling cage, I don't know how many wronged souls lingered, and they were wailing silently.

Tang Zhen ignored the others, just looked at the cage opposite.

The figure in the darkness was watching Tang Zhen silently at this moment, like a statue carved in stone.

Tang Zhen can be sure that the opponent is joining the monks inside the Loucheng, but reinforcements from other places.

As for the specific attribution, there is no need to ask about it, and you may not know how to ask the other party.

When he walked to the cage, he stretched out his hand and stroked lightly, and the hard railing became soft as mud.

"you're free."

Tang Zhen did not look at each other again, but continued to walk forward.

Although the monk from the Loucheng hadn't participated in the previous secret exchanges, Tang Zhen didn't mind it.

Nowadays, the situation is critical. It is always good to have more help.

As for the other prisoners, Tang Zhen ignored them at all, and now is not the time to release them.

It is strange to say that these prisoners were silent when they saw Tang Zhen coming out.

Like a lifeless statue, quietly watching Tang Zhen leave.

Obviously, there must be some secrets hidden in these strange and numb prisoners.

Walking slowly along the passage, Tang Zhen glanced across the cages on both sides, and found a group of figures standing in the dark, all silently staring at him.

The walls of some cells were engraved with numbers and scratches, occupying all the blank areas.

The usefulness of these scratches seems to be for counting.

Such a strange and abnormal scene is indeed difficult for people to understand, but it also gave Tang Zhen a trace of guesswork.

After walking for about twenty steps, Tang Zhen stopped and looked at the cage beside him again.

The passage has come to an end, the Loucheng monk who knocked and responded to him before, but never appeared.

Perhaps among these figures, there is the Loucheng monk, but he didn't stand up out of caution.

There is another possibility that the voice that responded to oneself was not made by the monk in the Loucheng.

Tang Zhen frowned slightly, and did not continue to probe, but turned to look behind him.

No one came out of the cage he opened, and the passage was empty.

As if aware of something, Tang Zhen suddenly turned around and looked at the iron gate at the end of the passage.

He saw a figure and stood in front of him, his body and face covered by darkness.

"You can't escape!"

The cultivator of Loucheng who was released by Tang Zhen came to the front of the iron gate and said in an unusually indifferent tone.

"Not always."

Tang Zhen looked at each other and said in a light tone.

"I will wait for your return……"

After the figure had finished speaking, he walked towards the cage, obviously not planning to leave.

Seeing this scene, Tang Zhen frowned, his eyes swept across the cages on both sides.

Looking at the numb figures, Tang Zhen's heart flashed with speculation.

"No matter what, I have to give it a try."

When Tang Zhen said this, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the front iron door.

It is another long and narrow passage, built with hard stones, and the walls on both sides are full of iron doors.

Behind each iron gate, there should be a series of cages holding strange and indifferent prisoners.

Tang Zhen did not stop, and was about to go to the outside world, but he heard a rush of footsteps.

Light appeared at the end of the dark passage, and a group of figures rushed in, accompanied by a series of shouting passwords.

Seeing this, Tang Zhen had to dodge and avoid.

In the end, he was still a step slower, and the other party had already discovered his existence, and immediately saw a cold light flying.

"Magic weapon."

This thought flashed through Tang Zhen's mind. He wanted to avoid it but was too late. Facing the monk's weapon, a mortal body had no possibility of confrontation.

In the next instant, Tang Zhen's chest was penetrated by a short spear, and he collapsed softly to the ground.

Then he saw a group of brawny men in armor came forward and kicked him in the body.

In the voice of the conversation, Tang Zhen's body was pulled up by the short spear, and the strong man beside him pulled out a cutting knife.

The cutting knife, like a deformed ax, aimed at Tang Zhen's neck and chopped it down without hesitation.

Tang Zhen felt the sky spinning, and immediately before his eyes went black, his consciousness fell into blur.

At this moment, his mind remembered the warning from the Loucheng monk.

"You can't get out..."

With a touch of doubt, Tang Zhen's head fell to the ground and his consciousness completely disappeared.

...

Caught in the dark cage, Tang Zhen slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the shackles on his hands, Tang Zhen could already understand the meaning of the words of the monk from the Loucheng.

You can try to escape, but you may not be able to escape.

But it was a mortal body, and when faced with a monk possessing a spell, there was no resistance at all.

It is impossible to escape from this prison.

Thinking of the indifference and warning of the monk in Loucheng, the walking dead figures in other cages, and the scratches on the walls, Tang Zhen faintly understood what was going on.

With enough insight, it is easier to make accurate judgments when encountering some weird and unusual things.

Tang Zhen became vigilant. The situation he encountered at the moment actually represented the ultimate danger.

It seems to be resurrected from the dead, but in fact it has to pay a price. After a certain number of deaths, you may never be able to wake up again.

This process of constant death, in the eyes of some special existence, actually represents the ultimate delicacy.

Chew slowly, chew slowly, and then swallow the delicious food...

After a dozen breaths of silence, Tang Zhen stood up from the ground and knocked on the railing again.

It didn't take long for the correct response to come.

Tang Zhen still knocked until a brawny man wearing a mask walked slowly in front of Tang Zhen.

At this moment, the inside of the cage seemed extremely quiet, and it seemed that there were eyes watching from a distance.

Tang Zhen stopped percussing and looked at the brawny man silently through the solid fence.

"Dare to make trouble when you die?"

While the burly man was speaking, he walked slowly towards Tang Zhen and pulled out an item from the long wooden sheath around his waist.

Tang Zhen in the cage sneered, because the scene before him had just experienced it not long ago.

It didn't take long for it to happen again.

Seeing Tang Zhen's smile on his face, the brawny man became more annoyed, waving his whip and hitting him.

Just like last time, Tang Zhen evacuated backward and led the opponent into the cage.

The difference is that the kill speed this time only took half the time of the last time, and there was no trace of muddle along the way.

Looking at the brawny man's nonsense eyes, Tang Zhen wondered in secret, how many times has this guy been killed?

Familiarly unfastening the shackles, Tang Zhen picked up the black dagger and carved a scratch on the wall.

"the first time……"

Tang Zhen whispered, but did not leave in a hurry, but squatted beside the burly man's body.

Raising the black knife, he kept slashing across the body of the strong man, with one knife and one knife meticulously and carefully.

The cultivators in the opposite cell watched Tang Zhen's movements intently, without any expression on their numb faces.

After an unknown period of time, Xixi's chattering voice ceased, and the cage became quiet again.

The brawny man wearing a mask opened the cage without any intention of staying, and walked straight towards the iron gate.