Fangzheng's eyes were ruthless.
I don't plan to avoid it.
"Die!"
boom! boom! boom!
"Die! Die! Die! Die for me!"
boom! boom!
boom! boom! boom!
Fangzheng tightly wrapped his palms around the neck of the hunchbacked old man, lifted the hunchbacked old man up and down, and then hit the ground heavily.
Because of the huge force on the arm, the entire cell was shaking violently.
He hit the hunchbacked old man on the ground again and again.
The ground shook again and again.
At the same time, change from anger to death!
The body was hit hard again and again by the resistance of the hunchbacked old man. Fangzheng groaned in pain, but his hands held on to the hunchbacked old man.
But Fangzheng is like a ruthless beast, he just bites you and doesn't let go, playing desperately with his life for his life.
The hunchbacked old man is stronger than him. Once the hunchbacked old man escapes from his palm, it will only be more difficult to catch the hunchbacked old man next time.
So Fangzheng could only come up with a life-for-life style of reckless play.
Every counterattack of the hunchbacked old man caused great damage to Fang Zheng's soul.
The hunchbacked old man's counterattack was very fast. Fangzheng's abdomen, legs, arms, and head were severely injured, but under the transformation of life and death, the damaged soul was quickly healed.
boom! boom!
The shaking in the cell continued.
The tall blackened demon ape, with five thick fingers, was like a giant holding a small pheasant, brutally smashing the hunchbacked old man to the ground again and again.
And the fierce resistance of the hunchbacked old man fell on Fangzheng, causing huge damage to his soul, and at the same time, it became the food to make up for his soul.
"Go to hell!"
"Go to hell!"
Fangzheng forced the hunchbacked old man to the ground and kept rubbing against it. There was no delay in switching from anger to death for even 0.1 second, and it was running crazily in his body.
Under this ebb and flow, finally, the hunchbacked old man was the first to be unable to hold back, and his counterattack speed and strength were getting slower and weaker.
The body that was smashed to pieces by Fangzheng's neck tightly was recovering more and more slowly...
finally!
boom!
With the last blow, the hunchbacked old man's body was no longer overwhelmed and exploded into pieces.
At the same time, a gray-white soul energy rose from the torn apart hunchbacked old man, pierced through the mysterious space barrier, and flew far into the sky.
Special spirit energy from the hunchbacked old man +1.
It is not the first time for Fang Zheng to gain soul energy in the Yin world. Looking at the gray and white soul energy in front of him, Fang Zheng knew that this strand of soul energy was finally absorbed by the human skin scriptures on his body. go.
Heh, heh, heh...
Fangzheng was panting heavily, the breath of fierce fighting was disordered, and he began to calm down slowly.
"Fortunately... In the past ten days or so, he has piled up mental martial arts crazily, his soul has become stronger, and his skin has become thicker. Otherwise, the outcome of this time is really hard to say."
Fangzheng couldn't help but feel grateful for his early preparations.
"Of course...the most important thing is that I am in the spiritual world, and I can regenerate blood infinitely!"
Although this battle seemed easy, it was actually not easy at all.
Fang Zheng dared to use his life for his life's brutal fighting style because he took a fancy to the spiritual world, not the real body. Without the burden of the physical body, without the fatal damage of the physical body, he dared to fight the hunchbacked old man head-on.
If it were changed in the external reality, if Fangzheng wanted to use this desperate style of fighting, he would have been beaten to death by the hunchbacked old man many times.
"Soul energy..."
"It seems that this trip is not all a loss..."
After Fangzheng regained his composure, he looked at the cell with the door wide open, and was about to walk out of the cell and began to explore the dungeon.
"Why didn't the ghost mother show up today?"
With this doubt in mind, Fangzheng walked out of the cell, first looked left and right, and then walked towards the hanged scholar opposite the cell.
The hanged scholar turned his back to Fangzheng, and his legs were still kicking in the air. Fangzheng pondered for a while, and then turned the hanged scholar's body around.
I don't know!
Just as Fang Zheng turned the hanged scholar's body around, a long scarlet object, with an invisible phantom, suddenly pierced towards his face.
high speed!
Being close at hand, he rushed to Fang's front door almost instantly.
But Fangzheng seemed to have expected it a long time ago. He just swayed his body and avoided the sneak attack of the scarlet thing. Looking carefully, it turned out to be the long tongue sticking out of the hanged scholar.
The scholar was very weak, and was slapped directly into a spinning top in mid-air.
Then, a wisp of gray-white soul energy floated from the hanged scholar.
Huh
Fangzheng's heart skipped a beat when he saw the ordinary spirit energy fluttering from the hanged scholar.
Could it be that killing the hunchbacked old man and these scholars can all gain soul energy
Thinking of this, Fangzheng was overjoyed immediately.
This is good news.
As for the reason, Fangzheng thought about it for a while, and then he figured it out.
The ancient obsession that gave birth to this dungeon should be very powerful, even if it is only a small trace of unconscious obsession that survived for an unknown number of years after death, it is extremely powerful for him.
And he was like a parasite growing from inside his body, bit by bit eating away at the obsession of this ancient strong man.
Of course, this is just Fang Zheng's personal guess.
There may be other possibilities as well.
But for now, this conjecture is more likely.
Next, Fangzheng began to search the examination room where the hanged scholar was located, but found nothing of value except for a blank examination paper.
A search of the body yielded nothing.
"No wonder the scholar hanged himself... It turned out to be a scumbag who handed in a blank paper."
Disappointed, Fangzheng started to walk towards the consumptive scholar.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The tuberculosis scholar was still coughing in pain.
As soon as Fang Zheng walked over the wooden partition, he saw the consumptive scholar crazily mutilating himself.
In his hand was a dagger.
Man is like a cruel, bloody butcher.
With the dagger in his hand, he was cutting himself open.
It was a pale, eyeless scholar's face. The scholar looked at Fang Zheng blankly, holding a bloody dagger in his hand.
"Have you seen my heart?"
"Cough, cough, cough... May I ask if this is a sweetheart?"
"Ahem... is this my heart?"
…
The tuberculosis scholar cut off pieces of organs from his body, put them on the table like that, and asked Fang Zheng to help him identify which one was the heart and liver.
While cutting organs, he coughed in pain.
This is the origin of the painful cough of the consumptive scholar.
"Why do you have to find a heart?"
"How much do you know about this place?"
"Did all the candidates who took the imperial examination here die? Was there an evil spirit happening in this examination room back then?"
"Why don't you tell me the answer, and I'll help you find your heart."
(end of this chapter)