Chapter 163: The Means of the High Mountain

Sun Changkong no longer knew that this was the first time he had woken up from a coma. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info He only felt that the lights were bright all around, and a few scoldings came into his ears from time to time. Because he kept his head down, he couldn't see the person who spoke. It's just that he still feels that these people don't feel like good men and women.

"Boss, why does this guy still look half-dead, do you want to talk to the above!"

As he spoke, Sun Changkong felt a tall figure walking over, then pulled his head and looked at it carefully.

"It seems that this guy was seriously injured before! It doesn't matter, the master has commanded, this kid's physique is different from ordinary people, and he can't die. ā€

"But there's no way he's going to fall asleep like this! The others have been almost ruined, only he hasn't come to power yet. ā€

Listening to each other's tone, the extraordinary and unrequited seem to be here. But what does the other side mean by "coming to power"? Could it be that there is no election to be held here? But how can he be virtuous, how can he take on the heavy responsibility?

"Well, there's a point in what you're saying. Come, pour water on me. The leader then said.

This time, the little one was obviously a little embarrassed, and squeaked a few times before saying:

"Boss, I remember that the master seems to have said that we should not let this kid drink water. ā€

"Are you not in a good sense? I said that I would not give him water, and I did not say that I would not give him a bath. Bring water, I'll take care of it. ā€

The little brother answered and walked out of the room, while the one who took the lead returned to Sun Changkong's side and said condescendingly:

"Hehe, let your kid be troublesome, wouldn't it be so much trouble to give up the game early? ā€

As soon as the words fell, the little brother who had left before had already turned back, and the panting sound was slightly short, he should have done some physical work.

"Boss, the water is coming. ā€

"Look what I'm doing, throw it on his head, do you want me to do it myself?"

Realizing that his unintentional words had annoyed the leader in front of him again, the man had to say good things to make amends, and at the same time carried a large bucket of water to Sun.

"Hehe, you kid is blessed to let the uncle bathe you personally, you should feel honored. ā€

Speaking of distance, the man took out a scoop from the bucket, filled it with water, and raised his hand like Sun Changkong's head was drenched.

"Ahh

Sun Changkong deliberately pretended to be very sad, but in fact, he couldn't mention how happy he was in his heart. He has the physique of a re-boat, and he can regenerate when he encounters water, and even if his broken palms are restored. As long as the injuries on his body have recovered fifty or sixty percent, he will have the confidence to escape from here.

"Boss, he's awake!" the man said suddenly.

The leader came over again, uncovered Sun's eyelids, and didn't see the reason for a long time, and after a little thought, he said: "Then pour it on me, I can't go on stage in this state." ā€

This is the second time Sun Changkong has heard the word "on stage". For a while, he couldn't help but become interested in this so-called "Taiwan". By this time, he could already raise his head slightly, only to see a number of wooden frames similar to those behind him placed around him. And those shelves are all bloodstained and filthy. At first, he thought he was in a prison, but in this way, this is clearly a torture training room.

Thinking of this, Sun Changkong couldn't help but feel excited. It is said that this kind of place is not for people, and it is full of some miserable side supply methods, once you get into the trap, you are not afraid that you will not say it. They can make a person who weighs one hundred and eighty or seventy pounds, and after two days, be skinny. It can also make a woman with a good figure turn into an ugly old lady with a bloated body. I really don't know what kind of cruel measures they will take against themselves next? For some reason, he still has a glimmer of expectation.

"Boom~"

After a few scoops of water, Sun Changkong only felt that the cells in his body were laughing. He could already feel a slight itch in the affected area of his wrists. When he finally opened his eyes, he found that he had returned to his normal state, and the previous form of the King of Bright Garu had disappeared. That's fine, at least the other party won't torture themselves because of this matter.

"Boss, look!"

The splashing water seemed to see the strangeness of the other party, as if he opened his mouth to beckon his boss to come and inspect. Sun Changkong's voice was not good, and the injuries on his body had only been repaired by two or three percent, especially the injuries in several important points showed no signs of rejuvenation. If they are allowed to discover the secret of Zaizhou at this time, then he may not be able to touch the water in his life.

"What's the matter? Why is it so hard to get you to do some work. ā€

The leader looked impatient, and just swept his eyes away.

"It's okay, it's okay, keep going. Splash him on me until I'm fully conscious. Otherwise, when you do research on him for a while, it will be difficult to collect his reactions. ā€

"What? Do you do research? Did I hear me wrong? Do you want to use yourself as a guinea pig and dissect yourself from top to bottom? No, it's absolutely not okay. ā€

Although Sun Changkong's heart was roaring loudly, he couldn't see the slightest wave on his face. He's waiting, as long as he's almost recovered from his injuries, he'll let the guys know how good he's doing.

Dare to let my Sun Changkong be an experiment, I will make wine and drink it first.

As a scoop of cold water split his head, Sun Changkong felt that his body was getting better and better, and his metacarpal bones were slowly generating, although the speed was not fast, but it was still visible. But the man only focused on his face and did not see the slightest detail. He said "there is a play" in his heart, so he continued to pretend to be dead. Anyway, as long as you don't wake up for a moment, the other party has to keep pouring water like this. Recovery is just around the corner.

"Boss, the water is gone. ā€

Soon, a bucket of cold water was exhausted, but Sun Changkong still looked half-dead. At this time, his eyes were a little less calm, and he felt as if he had fallen into a trap.

"No, with such a pouring method, it stands to reason that I would have woken up a long time ago. Perhaps he had other injuries on his body. ā€

Just as he was about to step forward to take a closer look, a white light flew out of nowhere and pierced straight into his throat. For a while, blood droplets splashed and wailing constantly, and the little brother was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground when he saw this scene, couldn't walk, and even peed his pants. And the leader covered his wounds, and strange noises came out of his mouth.

"Save ...... Save ......"

However, even in the moment before he died, he was unable to say the word "I". Looking at the young man who slowly walked down from the wooden frame, he regretted a little, why did he provoke the other party.

"The strong man spares his life, and I just listen to someone to send me to do things. You have a lot of them, so let me go!"

Sun Changkong did not speak, but continued to walk forward, stepped directly over the dead body, and came to the subordinate again, and then spoke:

"What is this place?"

"Back to ...... Back to my lord, this is the Hall of Rare Beasts. ā€

"Sure enough, it's Gao Junshan's bastard. Where is he now?"

He ...... He, he and the people who were sent with you are in the laboratory. ā€

"Oops!"

Sun Chang screamed badly, so he hurriedly got up and ran out. And just as he jumped to his feet, a delicate whip struck the man in the back of the heart, and the man immediately fell.

The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped, and if the other party inadvertently saved himself with water, he will not be a killer. Because he feels that he has killed enough these days, and if he continues like this, he is afraid that he will affect the people around him.

The living dead had finished their final sucking, and the tiny tentacles on their bodies were tangled with each other, converging into thicker objects that spread all over the body.

His face already looked like a person, but the muscle fibers were still quite disgusting to look at. If it weren't for the situation, Xiao Dezi would have run away a long time ago.

"This is what your three successes look like?"

"Well, maybe a little worse. This guy should have suffered some injuries before, and he always feels that his vitality is a little lacking, and he can't satisfy me!"

After listening to the other party, Xiao Dezi glanced at the white bones on the ground, and saw that the sleeve on the right side was empty, and an arm was missing.

"Hey, I think Li Yong was also a famous figure who killed people and collected knives back then, and I don't know how many good hands died under his knife. The most subtle thing about his knife collection is that he draws the knife without killing, and kills without drawing the knife. seems to be the most insipid state of closing the knife, but it has become a life-destroying talisman that hides a killing machine. ā€

"Do you really know him?" asked the living dead.

Xiao Dezi nodded, and then said, "Not only do I know, but even his arm was broken by me." If he was at the peak of his limbs, you and I would never have been able to control him just now. ā€

Speaking of which, it turned out that Xiao Dezi was the enemy with a broken arm who killed people and collected knives in front of him. The living dead "babbled" lightly, and then said: "It seems that you are the nemesis of his life!"

"However, we were friends before. ā€

"And then?" the living dead asked.

"There's no why, it's just that the Tao is different, and they don't conspire with each other. I had known for a long time that he had entered the Hall of Treasures after leaving the Colosseum, but I didn't expect to meet him here. But it's better to die at my hands than at someone else's hands. You say, don't you, Li Yong?"

After a short rest, the two hit the road again. This time, with torches, it will be much more convenient for the two.

So as not to expose himself, Xiao Dezi put Li Yong's clothes on the body of the living dead. And he covers his face with his other hand to prevent others from recognizing him at the first time. In this way, even if you encounter an enemy army on the way, you will not even have time to parry.

"Look, there's light ahead!"

Xiao Dezi stretched out his hand and pointed to the wall in the distance, only to see a strange green light through the gap, shooting into the eyes of the two. The living dead thought for a moment, and then said:

"Now that I'm in a big way, if I really meet that old friend, I'm sure I'll be defeated. To be on the safe side, let's take a look first. ā€

Hearing what the other party said, Xiao Dezi hurriedly extinguished the torch in his hand, and the two crept to the light source and looked inside.

At this moment, both of them were stunned.

I saw that the huge secret room was full of all kinds of organs and tissues, some of which belonged to humans, and the human ones came from the bodies of demon beasts. Outside the center, there is a flat stone platform, on which lies a body that does not know whether to live or die.

"It's not a request!" Xiao Dezi cried out in a lost voice.

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