There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 727: The lunatic and tuberculosis

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Outside the cell is a row of secluded long corridors, with dim candlelight dancing on the stone walls of the corridor. The corridor is very long, very long, and very long.

It's too long to see the future.

There is no end in sight.

On both sides of the narrow, dark, damp promenade, there are cells. When Fang Zheng was about to look at the surrounding environment carefully, people were stunned.

The architectural style of the cells here is not uniform. On his side, the cell is made of stone bars and fences, but the cell on the opposite side is a very simple, dilapidated wooden room, separated by one. A single room... It doesn't look like a prison cell, but rather like an imperial examination room often seen on costume TV?

? ?

There is a cell on one side and an examination room on the other. It's a weird place...

Faced with the huge contrast between the front and back, Fang Zheng murmured.

But whether it's the cell or the opposite examination room, there is one thing in common, that is, it's empty.

There is no one.

Under this dark dungeon, he seems to be the only one.

Shaking his head and forcibly interrupting his thoughts, Fang Zheng temporarily set aside these details and began to find a way to get out of the cell as soon as possible in the dark, dark dungeon world.

But the next question came. No matter what Fang Zheng tried to do, he couldn't get out of this cell.

He was here, as if he had been stripped of all his power, and he couldn't even break the most common-looking iron fence.

In other words, it's not that his power has disappeared, but that the imprisonment in this place is too strong, so strong that even he will not be able to break through for a while.

Boom!

Boom! Huh! Huh!

Fangzheng was like a grumpy beast behind the iron fence of the zoo, hitting the iron fence in front of him one after another, but it was useless all the time.

In this dark underground space where the sun and moon have been lost, and time has been lost as a reference, the meaning of time has gradually blurred... Fang Zheng didn't know how long he had been hitting, until he was exhausted, he had to stop.

Even after exhaustion, Fang Zheng still did not give up the hope of escape. He began to visualize the spirit of martial arts over and over again, trying to break through the constraints of the illusion, hoping that everything in front of him was fake.

But the facts have proved once again that he has done useless work again.

Fang Zheng frowned.

He didn't do useless work anymore, he began to sit down quietly, look around him carefully, and think about how to get out.

……

Time exists to dilute people's nostalgia for the past.

And after the time reference in the local jail is gone, all the existence of memory becomes meaningless.

Fang Zheng doesn't know how long he has been trapped here.

Time seems to be diluting the blurred line between reality and illusion...

Except for him, there was no second person, who was always quiet and silent, like a dark dungeon that was abandoned and abandoned for a long time. Suddenly, there was a rustle of fine friction.

Fang Zheng, who was sitting on the ground regardless of the dirt on the ground, suddenly raised his head to look in the direction of the sound!

As a result, I saw that the wooden compartment opposite his cell was inexplicably standing at this time. A man who looked like a scholar was standing out of thin air. The scholar was thin and thin. His back was facing him, the sand he heard before. The rustling sound was not the sound of the examination room writing the answer sheet, but the scholar turned his back, like a madman, his nails carved words on the wooden wall.

Even if the nail broke and the fingertips were worn out, he didn't care about it.

As if he had no pain, he continued to carve lines of blood on the hard wooden board with his fingers.

The gloominess of the dungeon environment, coupled with the small blood characters, and the squareness of a distance, can't see what those characters are.

The square and square writing format, I only know that it seems to be ancient traditional characters?

At this time, Fang Zheng, who has been paying close attention to the details of the scholar, finally noticed more details. The scholar has a long braid...

"This is..." Fang Zheng already had a guess about the age of the scholar.

Sha Sha Sha...

At this time, the scholar in the opposite cell is still engraving blood on the wall with his fingers...

For the time being, Fang Zheng called this scholar who kept using his fingers to engrave letters as a lunatic scholar.

Fangzheng lowered his head and groaned, intending to greet the lunatic scholar in the opposite cell, tentatively test each other, and ask where is this place?

As a result, in addition to obsessing with lettering, the lunatic scholar kept his back to him, as if he hadn't heard his voice, as if he hadn't heard it.

"Cough, cough..."

At this moment, in the dark dungeon, a continuous painful cough resembling pain and torment suddenly sounded. The painful voice was far away, not from the lunatic scholar who was opposite him.

Fangzheng stood behind the iron fence and tried to find the source of the painful cough through a limited perspective.

The left and right compartments of the lunatic scholar, a dozen or so compartments, there is no one. These examination room compartments are empty, there is nothing except dust.

The cell on his side was tightly separated by a wall, and he didn't even know if there were neighbors living next door.

"Cough cough cough..."

The painful cough is still going on, Ke Du hasn't stopped, as if he wouldn't give up without coughing up his lungs.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

A mouthful of thick blood was spit out and splashed all over the ground. Through the direction of the blood on the ground, Fang Zheng finally saw where the coughing came from.

That person is actually another scholar from the opposite test room.

The scientific examinee was almost a hundred meters away from the lunatic scholar opposite him. It was too far apart. Except for a pool of blood on the ground, Fang Zheng couldn't see the examinee behind the compartment at all.

Fangzheng temporarily named the candidate as the scholar of lung tuberculosis.

At this moment, two braided scholars suddenly appeared out of thin air. Founder felt that it was absolutely impossible to be a coincidence. It must be the wedge that caused the change, and new changes are likely to appear next.

Founder's conjecture was soon fulfilled.

Long, quiet and dark dungeon, inexplicably heard the guard's playing more loudly... hitting more loudly, knocking on the gong, coupled with the sharper voice of the guard smiling like schadenfreude, quickly moving away And come recently.

"The immortal and buddha have failed to achieve the two, only knowing that the night is not peaceful..."

"The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the earth, life and death are fateful, no matter how brilliant, but a piece of loess, a handful of blue ash..."

"Useless as a scholar..."

The strange combination of poetry and words, mixed with the sharp voice of the watchman, sang in this claustrophobic dungeon, setting off the environment with a more weird atmosphere.

Fang Zheng stood behind the iron fence, while trying to look in the direction of the guard, he cursed inwardly, what the **** is this here?

Isn't it the yin world he is familiar with?

Why did he act alone to walk the yin once, but he won the jackpot...

Finally, the watchman approached, and Fang Zheng finally saw what the so-called watchman looked like!