Chapter 54: Dangerous Life in the Illusion (1)

Kitagame woke up in a cauldron. The pot was full of water, and the bottom of the pot was on fire, and the steaming mist made her sweat, and her little face was crimson.

She struggled to get up from the water, her hands on the edge of the cauldron, and then she saw a glowing white face face face to face with her, and she almost fainted again.

The little ghost who had been guarding her by the pot saw her wake up, and was so happy that he hurriedly called out to his companions around her, "Hey, look, she's awake!" ”

When all the demons in the house heard the cry, they gathered together. A group of ghosts circled the cauldron one after another, looked at Bei Dye like a stranger, clapped their hands and said, "Wake up." Woke up. ”

This scene is all too familiar to Bei Dye. When she first arrived in this dungeon, she was stewed like a pigeon stew by a group of imps in a big pot like this. She looked up to the sky and sighed, so sad that she wanted to cry: Haven't you already escaped? Why did you get caught here again?

However, unlike before, the imps' clothes have all changed from white to red. In this world, every stewed meat has to be replaced.

She sat cross-legged in the pot, looking at the circle of red-clothed imps with different faces on the side, and she didn't know what it was like.

She didn't say a word, but the little ghost on the side was happy and energetic, constantly discussing fiercely with the people around her. The content of the conversation made her want to die in the pot when she listened to it:

"Fortunately, she didn't die, otherwise the cooked meat wouldn't be delicious."

"But no, I've heard that eating this dead man's flesh is going to make a stomach."

"There was a ghost who ate the dead man's flesh before, and his cultivation has been reduced by a few points!"

……

Bei Ran secretly complained in his heart: If you can't eat it, you will let me go.

However, this is absolutely impossible, not to mention whether this group of imps will eat her or not, the person who captured her here alone will not be able to let her leave easily.

As soon as he thought so, the stone door in the distance "clicked" and was pushed open from the outside.

Others are saying what they want, but North Dye is what they want.

As soon as she thought of the man who had taken her here, he appeared in front of her. To be precise, it was the ghost, the red-clothed ghost king who trapped them in the labyrinth, Obsidian.

Bei Ran looked at the snow-white face that was so cold that it was almost freezing when he didn't smile, and his spine was cold, as if there was an air outlet in his body, and he was swishing and blowing cold.

Seeing her fear, the corners of Obsidian's mouth hooked and a smile appeared.

When all the ghosts in the house saw their master coming, they all cheered: "Great King." "Long live the King."

Obsidian waved his hand at the imps and said, "Okay." Get her out, don't cook it, it's not cooked anyway. ”

After speaking, the little ghosts immediately said, "Yes." Then several people hurriedly went to get a large wooden spoon with an extremely long handle, and fished the North Dye out of the pot.

And when he said this, Bei Ran realized that it really didn't seem right.

It's not that she wants to die, but she really seems to have been in this pot for a long time. At this time, if she really cooked like they usually cooked, she would have been boiled and turned into a pot of soup. But now she is still sitting here, waiting to be salvaged ashore, which is indeed bizarre.

In fact, ghosts come from the underworld and hell, and they can't see the yang fire, so they can only use the dark fire, and the temperature of this dark fire is very low, no matter how long it burns, it is in a tepid state. So for North Dye, at best, it was a hot bath for her.

The imps fished out the North Dye and threw it on the ground, and asked Obsidian, "King, what are you going to do with her now?" ”

Obsidian said, "Lock it with a chain and bring it here." With that, the self-conscious stride out of the door.