If you become a monster, you will succeed

A group of naked people, regardless of gender, were squeezed together, and they were driven out of the prison car like piglets. At this time, Feng Xue felt that in the eyes of these people, she was no different from livestock. At most, the classification should be defined as "game". .

The former yellow-haired man who was capable of competing for the manager seemed to want to resist, but before he could do anything, a blond Caucasian man swung a baton in his hand and slammed it on his forehead.

Huang Mao himself was short in stature, and was directly hit on the ground by the condescending blow. Hearing the completely incomprehensible voice in his mouth, the real people around couldn't help laughing.

"I remember this yellow hair is of the power type! How could it be knocked over so easily?" In Feng Xue's impression, this guy can tear apart bad omens with his bare hands.

Just the next moment, he remembered his expired [Assassin] label. Although the element of [Sensitivity] was missing, it didn’t have much impact on his physical fitness, and when it expired, he didn’t lose the [Corpse Collector] like before. The label was completely broken, but it felt like the cooldown of game skills. If he hadn't seen the yellow hair like this, he might not even be able to remember it.

But if it looks like this...

Feng Xue suddenly remembered the sentence she saw when she got the gatekeeper label:

[The power of the label depends on the Infinite City, and Wu who uses the label will always be a vassal of the Infinite City. 】

"So that's what it means... After leaving the Infinite City, the labels given by the Infinite City will lose their effect, but can the labels given by the cognition of outsiders still be usable? This is why the cognition of outsiders is precious. ?”

Perhaps because he didn't want to waste time, the "prison guard" kicked Huang Mao again, and then waved his baton again, speaking English with a slight accent, while driving Wumen towards the direction they indicated.

Feng Xue glanced at Huang Mao who was being dragged by the hair by the prison guards, she lit a piece of wax for him in her heart, and then moved slowly along the crowd.

After a short walk, Feng Xue came to a corridor extending into the distance. On one side of the corridor, there was a row of boxes embedded in the wall... Well, to put it bluntly, it was a single room in the prison. At this time, a black-skinned prison guard was Walking back and forth in this corridor, the baton in his hand slashed across the iron fence, and opened the prison doors one after another with harsh collisions. Seeing Feng Xue and the others, he immediately waved the baton in his hand and said——

"Gaiden! Gaiden!"

"What the hell pronunciation is this?" Feng Xue's scalp tingled when he heard it. Although he knew that this was probably telling them to come in, it was difficult for him to connect it with the English pronunciation he knew.

Is this the legendary accent?

Then can I still communicate in that half-baked English?

Feng Xue shivered, and goosebumps exploded on his body. He tried his best to recall useful words in the limited vocabulary in his previous life, and kept searching for the phonetic content that was almost all thrown back to the teacher, trying to correct it. Own pronunciation to a relatively standard level.

However, these warnings are obviously small people, and it is meaningless to talk to them.

"These people must have arrested Wu for a reason. Whether it's for anatomical research, torture or revenge, or even if it's for shooting together, there will definitely be someone who is actually in charge."

Feng Xue thought so in her heart, but kept looking around, looking for things like surveillance cameras.

He still has a hole card in his hand that can turn the tables, and the element reserve in the Goldfinger library is enough for him to make some big news, but without the phantom costume, he has almost no defensive power. Just one bullet is enough to knock him out of his wits .

Sure enough, "If you are decisive, you will give it in vain"...

Feeling that the [knowledge] in her body was passing away rapidly, Feng Xue once again felt the sense of panic that she was always watching the countdown to her life when she just traveled to Infinite City.

But to his surprise, besides Chen Xiyao's line which was continuously providing him with [Consciousness], there were dozens of smaller [Consciousnesses] gathering.

But even if all the income is added up, it is less than one-tenth of Feng Xue's daily consumption. Counting the [knowledge] saved by picking up real things before, he will disappear completely within ten days at most.

"Ten days? They caught so many Wu, can't they just want to see Wu disappear?"

Feng Xue sighed and began to reflect on his actions this time, but he did not regret stepping out of that door. After all, if he did not go out, he would never know what it was like outside. Tenlipo Sword God, but then what?

Don't bully the young to be poor, don't bully the old to be poor, the dead are the greatest?

Forging iron still needs to be hard, even if equipped with a phantom, how much resistance can he have in the face of those big bosses in the residential area who may already be monsters?

The invalidation of the tags this time is enough to prove that the tags distributed by Infinite City are only a springboard after all, a channel for acquiring knowledge. If you want to become stronger, you still have to come outside!

Sometimes it is a good thing not to be able to understand other people's words. At least at this time, the murmurs in the surrounding cage, probably the sounds of scolding and begging for mercy, can't affect Feng Xue's thinking. Although everyone hates noise, meaningless noise and meaningful The quarrel of meaning is ultimately different for the diversion of attention.

Feng Xue sat in the corner of the cell, tucking her knees to cover the man's black ball, and at the same time looked for parts suitable for refining into illusions in this "single room".

The cell is a typical prison shape, fixed on the wall and the floor, with a hard bed that cannot be moved, and the windows on the wall have iron bars, and even the head cannot stick out, and it is useless even if the wall can be broken, because the other part of the wall One side is just a playground for the prison to let off steam.

There is also a toilet on the innermost side of the opposite corner of the bed, which made Feng Xue understand that this place should not be used to detain Wu—at least it was not a facility to detain Wu.

"If you want to talk about blind spots, it's not that there are no, but if you want to do something with this blind spot, it's a bit of a fool." After inspecting the entire room for a week, Feng Xue felt that she was overthinking, this damn prison Didn't even give him a blanket! Is it possible to buckle some dust on the wall as a floor?

How can I refine something?

Surely blinding quicklime?

Just when Feng Xue was thinking about what could be used as a baseboard, a series of footsteps came to mind, and he didn't care about Chiguo's embarrassment. He immediately ejected from the sitting position, ran to the gate of the fence twice, and put his head Attached to the iron fence.

In his field of vision, there was a team of more than a dozen people, most of them wore prison guard uniforms or white coats, and a few of them wore suits, but the one who finally caught Feng Xue's attention was the leader at the front guy walking with people.

No, it’s actually a bit wrong to say go, this person is sitting in a wheelchair, the two trouser legs hanging down from the front are empty, the left half of the face is centered on the eye socket, and there are hideous scars spreading outward, and the eyeball as the center, but All that remains is a hollow eye socket.

With his only remaining right eye, he scanned Wu Wu who was locked in the cage one by one, and Feng Xue could deeply feel the coldness like a poisonous snake contained in that sight.