Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin also endured the discomfort: "How long have you been imprisoned?"

"I don't know...it's been two or three years, right?"

"How much?" Feng Chenglin lost his voice.

"...Maybe two or three years, because it's too dark here, there's no day or night, so I don't know very well..."

"Why is it unclear? If nothing else, you should know the number of times they have sent you meals, right?"

Even if it is delivered once a day, it should be calculated!

"Serving food?" The man suddenly laughed: "Have you ever seen a dead person eating?"

In this gloomy underground environment, with dead people everywhere, the man looked like neither a human nor a ghost, and he laughed gloomily, which made Feng Chenglin's back go cold.

"No...you are not a dead person, don't you need to eat? Have you not eaten in the past two or three years!?"

While speaking, Feng Chenglin thought of something else and couldn't help but look at the dead people beside him——

Couldn't this guy have been living off these dead people in the past few years? !

For example - eating dead human flesh? !

He was so disgusted by the thought of his heavy taste, his stomach was churning, and he felt a little nauseous.

"I told you... the dead don't need to eat!" The man sighed again.

Feng Chenglin thought - just eat dead people!

Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help but retched twice.

"What's wrong with you?" The man gestured to get up.

"Don't come over!" Feng Chenglin quickly raised his hand to suppress the man, and barely suppressed the turmoil in his heart: "I...it's okay...it's okay!!"

The man sat down angrily and smiled awkwardly: "You...don't be afraid of me. Although I am a dead person, I am different from those dead people!"

"You are different... dead people are not like you!" Feng Chenglin puffed up his chest and tried to breathe smoothly: "You..."

"Clang!"

There was a dull banging sound on the iron door.

The man jumped up like a ghost, threw off Feng Chenglin's clothes in an instant, and "slipped" naked behind a pile of dead bodies.

"Don't say you saw me!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What is rhythm?

But when someone came in, he couldn't sit still.

Seeing that he couldn't go back to where he was, he could only tilt his body and fall at the feet of a pile of dead bodies.

The iron door opened and two people came in. A faint medicinal fragrance filled the air.

"Hey, this guy is really not dead. He can move to another place..."

A man stepped forward, roughly grabbed Feng Chenglin's arm, pulled him onto the hay, clamped his chin, and pinched his mouth open.

"Come on! Fill it!"

After pouring down the hot soup, Feng Chenglin choked and coughed: "You... what are you... doing?"

If he didn't have to pretend to be half dead, he really wanted to jump up and beat these two people half to death!

Is the hot medicine meant for people to take?

Even a dead person would not dare to do this! ?

"What are you doing? Save your life!" The man snorted coldly and threw Feng Chenglin into the hay again: "If you are not dead, answer our questions..."

Fengcheng Lin Xin said, answer your uncle!

Tilting his head, he suppressed his breathing and "passed out".

"Fainted?" The man was stunned for a moment, and then felt guilty: "It's not because we drank the medicine a little late...is he dead?"

"No way?" Another one felt guilty: "This guy is what Boss Liu is interested in... It looks like he is going to be a puppet! If he dies, how will we explain it!?"

The two looked at each other, and with trembling hearts, they tested Feng Chenglin's breath with their fingertips.

"Still breathing, not dead yet..."