Chapter 22 Killing Training 1

This is a place that has never been seen before.

Tong Lingruo followed the demon and walked through the long underground passage, and the two came to an empty dark place.

Where there is no light, Tong Lingruo can only look at the surrounding environment with the faint candlelight on the wall. Only then did I find out that there was nothing. The walls were mottled and old, stained with dark green moss. Zang You raised his right hand and knocked gently. The walls of three sides rose up, slowly revealing the iron prison in the wall.

There are candlesticks on both sides of each iron prison. He took off the candles on the side of the wall and handed them to Tong Lingruo: "Light all the candles."

"Yes, Master." Tong Lingruo took the candle and walked slowly to the first iron prison. Because of the darkness, she couldn't see what was in the prison. Before she walked to the iron prison, a pungent smell came to her face. She frowned tirelessly, but still slightly cushioned her feet and lit the candle on one side.

Although the light emitted by the candle was weak, it was enough for Tong Ling to see the scene in the prison. The candle in her hand fell to the ground in an instant, and she suddenly took a big step back.

There is a bedroom-sized cell, all piled up with semi-rotten corpses, and some are flowing with dark green turbid juice, and the whole cell is piled up into a horrible mountain of dead people.

"ignite all." The Tibetan tour stood in place and ordered again.

Tong Lingruo took a deep breath and suppressed her inner fear. She bent down to pick up the candle on the ground, lit it, and slowly walked to the next candlestick. Forced herself not to see the scene in the cell, she lit the remaining five candles as quickly as possible.

"Master, what are we going to do?" Tong Lingruo walked back to the demon and looked up and asked.

"Do nothing." Zang You looked at her, and her gray pupils barely had her reflection. "Tonight, sleep here."

"Here?!" Tong Lingruo was very surprised. She asked in disbelief, "Master, shall we live here? However, there is no bed..."

"No." Zangyou looked away and stared at the dead body in the prison: "I can't live, you live."

"I... live?" Tong Lingruo's chest was a little stuffy. She asked again, "Master, is this training?"

Tibetan did not answer her question, but said something else: "These dead bodies in prison will stand up as soon as they see the light. If you don't solve them, they will be eaten."

"Is it enough to extinguish those candles?" Tong Lingruo looked around at the candles that had just been lit by him. They had been burning for a while, and they were getting brighter and brighter, and the jumping firelight gradually warmed the whole dark ground.

"I set a boundary."

He slowly clenched his fists on his side, and Tong Lingruo lowered his head: "I see."

Suddenly, the top body in the prison moved, and it seemed to be gradually recovering. Tong Lingruo pulled out the sword at her waist and asked for the last time, "When will it end?"

"There is no more strength." After saying this, he turned around and walked out. Tong Lingruo held the sword in both hands and did not look back. He only heard the sound of the stone gate gradually closing. In an instant, the whole underground dark room full of rotten meat was left, leaving only her and a pile of bodies that were about to wake up.

will be followed by endless slashing until she is completely tired.

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"One, two, three..." The man sitting on the tree counted the copper coins in his hand, and the big red veil floated in the air. Huh? Just ten copper coins. He looked down at the small flower pot in his arms with a cheerful smile on his face: "Little flower, I can buy you a bag of feed."

After the figure shook and the leaves swayed, there was no longer a human figure.

The town closest to the territory is in the market, and the streets are bustling. Gallo hooked the rope of the money bag with his right index finger and let the money bag circle in the air. He looked at the roadside stall behind his left and thought about where there was a place to sell dirt.

When he looked at a vendor, he stepped forward and began to check the dirt in the gray cloth bag.

"What the prince holds in his hand comes from the foot of the empty mountain. As we all know, the soil there is most suitable for plant growth. If you buy it back, you will definitely raise your precious plants properly. An old man over 60 years old sold plant feed and soil. Although his eyes were a little uncomfortable, he still saw that the young man in front of him was magnificent and not an ordinary person.

Gallaud pinched a little with his finger, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and said, "I believe you, old man, how much is it?"

"It's very cheap, twelve cents a bag."

"Ten..." Gallo's hand out of his purse paused for a moment, "Two?" Why will there be two more later?

"Yes, twelve cents, the whole street is my best deal." The old man thought that the prince must be rich, so he began to sell: "I don't know how many flowers the prince's family has? In fact, you can buy more and keep them for later use.

"No, there is only one small flower at home. I'll just buy a bag." Gallo turned the cloth bag in his hand and said, "Old man, can you make it cheaper?"

"What?" The old man didn't believe his ears. Is the prince in gorgeous clothes in front of him bargaining with him? Do you think it's cheap?

"Ah, just a bag of soil. You ask me for twelve cents. This is enough to buy a few big steamed buns. What you want is too expensive!" Gallo looked distressed and said, "It's not easy for me to make money. You can't talk to me just by looking at me as a layman. We have to be kind, aren't we?"

"Isn't that so? My father-in-law has been transported from afar, and our family relies on this to make a living. And twelve cents, you can inquire about it. There is really nothing lower than this. You, you are rich, so don't embarrass us ordinary people..."

Gallo looked at the gray cloth bag in his hand and looked up and said, "Sell me for eight penny, can you?" Although he had ten cents in his pocket, he suddenly wanted to be lower.

"You, this... prince, the twelve penny is really low... I can't wrap me up if I sell you like this..." The old man looked a little anxious, and he patted his leg: "Oh, hey..."

"Sir, I think eight cents are worth it, okay? Old man, don't compete for this money any more. Anyway, it's just eight cents. If you sell it, sell it. If you don't sell it, I'll change it for a big deal." Gallo put down the dirt in his hand and pretended to leave.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, please stay!" Seeing that he was really leaving, the old man quickly stopped him: "Let me sell it to you at a loss this time!" Look, the prince is also a flower lover. Hey, if you still need it in the future, come to me. How much do you want, ah? Although the old man who sells feed can't figure it out, why does the prince in gorgeous clothes compete with him for this money?

After paying the money, Gallo left with a gray cloth bag and a smile. He walked to the steamed bun shop by the roadside and handed him two cents: "Man, give me a big meat bun."

The hot steamed buns are very fast. Gallo eats while walking, with a happy expression on his face - it turns out that bargaining is such a fun thing. He decided that he will often come to buy things in the future and often bargain!

Gagagaga......

The smile suddenly solidified, and Gallo took the remaining half of the steamed buns away from his mouth and looked back at the person who had just passed him thoughtfully.

The white clothes flew back gracefully with his pace, and Gallo's smile returned to his face little by little. He suddenly felt as if he had something to do!

~\(≧▽≦)/~La la la, Gallo ate the remaining steamed buns in two or three bites and immediately got up to follow. His eyesight is absolutely wrong. The man in white is the high priest of the Dong'e faction, and the direction he is going on this trip is undoubtedly the Middle East - what is there in the Middle East? Then there is no need to ask, of course, it is the empty mountain faction!

What can make a high priest come out in person? It's also a big deal to think about it with the steamed buns in his belly! So, follow him and you will definitely get the latest news! Gaga!

He Gallo is indeed the smartest right guardian of the demon world! ......

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The speed of her hand gradually weakened, but the surrounding dead bodies kept surrounding her. Tong Lingruo held the sword in both hands and numbly cut down the corpses that would not bleed. She had been looking at them all night. The sweat from her forehead soaked her hair, her clothes were torn by the dead body, and her hair was messy. But she doesn't know when it will end.

The breathing became heavier and heavier, and there was a vague scene in front of her eyes, but she had to support her body and continue to cut down. One sword, another sword, whether it is a cut head or a removed arm, will slowly recover after all. The fear no longer exists. Nowadays, her eyes are cold, and her movements are unprofessional but sharp enough.

Compared with the panic when the first dead body came out last night, she is too calm now.

Always get used to it...

Her sword pierced the heart of the dead body in front of her without hesitation, and the world suddenly stood still. She looked at the bodies around her with difficulty and fell down.

In an instant, all the candles went out.

The dead body lost its warmth and fell down one after another. The door in front of the dark room was opened, and a dark blue figure slowly came in.

Tong Lingruo, who fell into the pile of dead bodies, was ragged, with a haggard face, and only held a sword in his hand for one night.

Zang You squatted beside her and looked at her quietly. He was quite satisfied with her performance and only thought that she could have a second training in a few days. Gently picked up her body, hid and walked out. The hair slipping from her shoulder occasionally touched Tong Lingruo's face, and the unconscious person did not notice it.

There was a faint candlelight on both sides of the channel. Tong Lingruo lay quietly in the arms of the Tibetan swimming as if he had fallen asleep, and even his breath became clear. Zang You held her in his hands, and his side face was bright and dark as he walked, and his gray eyes were not warm at all.

All the bodies are getting farther and further away, and the figures of the two are a little warmer in the dark dungeon. Unwitting people look like this...