He wasn't such a laugher, but, for some reason, he didn't know how many times he had laughed since he fell into this unknown hole.

Is it because his personality has changed, or can the environment really change a person's personality?

Although the person hiding on the opposite side is mysterious and confusing, the words he said have a different taste.

Then, suddenly, there was movement in the cave again.

It was like the sound of autumn wind sweeping away leaves, and like the sound of predatory beasts slowly crawling through the grass and bushes to approach their prey.

In these strange sounds, there is even an indescribable fishy smell, like kelp that has been soaked in water for many years and has rotted and smelly.

This fishy smell is getting stronger and stronger......

The corners of Song Qiuli's eyes jumped, as if he suddenly realized something, and when he wanted to get up and quickly jumped away from the big stone, he suddenly felt that at this moment, something was slowly approaching him.

As the stench grew stronger, the man was getting closer and closer to him, as if he was about to pounce on him.

Song Qiu was startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand, trying to push the thing closer and closer, but unexpectedly, he ran into a pair of hands that were as dry as tree branches.

Although he also knew that it was a pair of hands, the palms of the person who had been hiding in the dark and talking to him, he was still startled.

Where is this human hand, it is simply a chicken paw, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and his body took several steps back unconsciously.

However, what surprised him even more was that although he had been retreating, his body seemed to be suddenly attracted by some powerful force.

Not only did he not exert his own internal strength, but he was even slowly leaning towards that person, as if he had met the iron of a magnet, getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer......

That invisible force is getting stronger and stronger, and at the beginning, the body can still move slightly, but later, it can only let that force pull itself over.

Song Qiu was shocked again, thinking that he had encountered some evil kung fu such as the "Star Absorbing Dafa", and just wanted to improve his internal strength to resist.

But what surprised him was that normally, the deep and upright true qi in his body was like an erupting volcanic magma, which could melt everything.

But at this moment, when he used his true qi to contend with that power, it was useless.

Not to mention that he is fighting against him, it is impossible to get rid of the evil force that controls his body, and it is impossible to take half a step back.

He suddenly fell into an even more desperate fantasy.

He just wanted to give up resistance, and let the evil force suck the true qi in his body dry, leaving only an empty skin bag to survive.

But he faintly felt that not only did the internal force in his body not leak out, but also, on the contrary, there was a warm current coming from those dry hands to his palms.

His whole person was like a large balloon that was slowly inflating, and when the warm air flow rushed to his body, his originally tired and weak body suddenly regained some vitality.

Although his body was still under the control of that person and could not move, Song Qiuli let out a long sigh of relief, knowing that the person hiding in the dark had no ill will towards him.

That person was not using some evil kung fu such as "Star Absorbing Dafa" to absorb his internal strength, but was just testing his martial arts and healing him.

Thinking of this, he no longer used his luck to compete with it.

In fact, Song Qiuli was useless even if he competed with it.

Because once the true qi in his body encountered the strong true qi coming from the palm of the other party's hand, it was like a leaf blown down by a strong wind, and before he could fully react, in an instant, it had already disappeared.

Although Song Qiuli has not stepped into the rivers and lakes for a full twenty years, today, twenty years later, he can still be included in the ranks of the top masters.

But now, when he, a supreme master, encountered the dry palm stretched out in the darkness, he seemed to feel a little powerless.

He only felt that at this moment, the real power coming from the palm of the other party's hand was as surging as a river tide, and as delicate and precise as a gossamer.

This warm current was slowly penetrating his limbs, his chest, his lower abdomen, his brain, and the seventy-two most important acupuncture points in his body.

His whole person was like a balloon about to burst, slowly, slowly, slowly inflated, and was about to explode like a real balloon.

That originally warm feeling suddenly turned into a magma-like heat, which made Song Qiuli very uncomfortable.

He wanted to break free from the man's grasp, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't.

The other party is like a very sticky paste, once it is glued, it must be firmly tied to death, unless it is to cut off his own hand.

Otherwise, he will die, and I am afraid he will also die under the suction transmitted by his hand.

After a while, just when Song Qiuli felt that he was really about to explode like a ball full of air, the man slowly let go of his hand.

Then, Song Qiuli fell down all of a sudden, lying there gasping for breath, and then looked in the direction where the hands were stretched out.

However, he still couldn't see the owner of the hands that were as dry as tree branches, and said slowly: I don't know who the predecessor is, why is he in this black hole?

The man did not answer him, but asked him in a very strange tone: "Then who are you, and why did you come to this black hole?"

Song Qiuli suddenly sighed.

He seemed to think of the twenty years he had spent in the vegetable garden of the Golden Throwing Villa, and he seemed to remember the experience of the two days he had just escaped from it.

Just when he was thinking about whether to tell the truth to this person, he couldn't help but nodded, and said: ...... Next...... Song Qiuli?

At this, he couldn't help but clutch his chest and coughed vigorously, and the stabbing pain in the part of his ribs that had been hit suddenly welled up

It seems that when he fell just now, he did hurt his ribs.

It's really hell, this black shadow in front of him doesn't know if it's a person or a ghost, whether it's an enemy or a friend, and he actually suffered internal injuries at this time.

Song Qiuli seemed to be a little worried, but he unconsciously felt that the black shadow in front of him did not have any hostility towards him.

On the contrary, he suddenly felt a very familiar feeling from this person, like the feeling of reuniting with relatives and friends.

I don't know what the hell is going on.

Hearing Song Qiuli's words, the black shadow moved slightly in the darkness, as if he first shook his head, and then began to nod again, as if he had been unable to make up his mind about something.