The Truth of Magic

Chapter 282 Breaking the Game (22)

In an instant, Zhao Xu found that his" undead veil" spell, which could disguise himself as an undead creature, had been dispelled.

Immediately afterwards, the frequency of the statue's vibration became more and more intense, and even a lot of sand fell off the statue. Chunks of sand fell heavily on Zhao Xu's body, and then shattered and scattered.

"The King of Human Vengeance, the Immortal Master of Killing Skills, and the God of Death Walking in the World." Zhao Xu instantly read what he saw in "The Road to Godhood", "Edmund the God of Slaughter" before he became a god Give yourself an honorable name.

After he finished praying, a mysterious black light burst out from the statue, spread from his arm, and finally completely submerged Zhao Xu.

Zhao Xu's eyes went dark.

Then before his eyes turned into a dilapidated and corrupt dungeon, in front of him was wrapped in an old and moldy thin quilt, a few fleas were flying around, and under his body was a nest made of straw.

In front of him was a piece of wood that had been lifted, and there was a tunnel opening under it, and a thin old man was sitting by the opening, staring at him.

The other party's eye sockets were sunken, and the prison uniform on his body was torn like pieces, only his slender beard was still slightly groomed.

What touched Zhao Xu the most was the resolute expression on the old man's face, but the other party burst into hearty laughter at this moment, "Edmund, you stupid boy."

"Why do you think that the prosecutor is protecting you? Protecting you so much that you are in prison right now? And then eating these rotten steamed buns and drinking the soup left over from washing pots every day?"

"I even made an ill-intentioned guess. I'm afraid your coveted fiancée is already lying on your enemy's bed." The old man continued to sneer.

Zhao Xu realized that he was only taking the young man's perspective at this moment, and that everything about the other party was out of his control.

But after hearing the sharp rhetoric of the old man.

Zhao Xu could feel the original owner of his body even if he was separated by a layer. After hearing the old man's deafening question, his whole body seemed to convulse.

The other party had to face the cruel truth that had been avoided all the time.

The young man's hands had been trembling from the very beginning, and this extreme emotion even infected Zhao Xu.

Suddenly, the guard's footsteps came from outside the cell door, and the old man suddenly displayed an unimaginable fitness, jumped over and hid in the underground pit.

At this time, Zhao Xu's consciousness was also shaken, and then he realized that he had gained the power to control this body.

And those outside the prison door even began to hear the whistle of the guards.

Zhao Xu immediately took a stride, directly pressed down the hole just dug with the cover board on the side, and then pulled the thin quilt to cover the bare wooden board.

At this time, the iron plate on the observation window on the prison door was pushed open by the jailer from the outside. He saw Zhao Xu sitting on his back on the ground, even the thin quilt was pulled to the other side, and immediately asked, "What are you doing?"

At this time, Zhao Xu was staring at the straw bedding behind the thin quilt he had torn off, and said to himself, "I saw a spider here just now, why it disappeared, it's obviously delicious protein." As he spoke, Zhao Xu licked his dry lips.

The jailer showed a disgusted expression, let go of the cover, turned his head to inspect another room, and muttered: "Another crazy one."

After hearing the jailer's footsteps away, Zhao Xu also took a breath, and finally managed to hide it.

Only suddenly, he felt a whirlwind again.

At this moment, Zhao Xu noticed that the layout of the cell in front of him had changed again.

Compared with his side, the walls of this cell are engraved with several kinds of holy emblems and prayer ritual symbols of the gods. At the same time, there is a wooden cabinet with a faded paint surface, and several dirty books are stuffed inside. Blackened book.

It means that he came to the old man's cell, and even the wooden plank covering the tunnel in the corner has been covered back by him.

And the old man in front of him, compared to when he first saw him just now, his face is like gold silk, and his whole body seems to be able to hear panting but not inhaling.

Suddenly, the old man stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Xu's arm tightly, shouting, "Anta! You must go to Anta! There is the god of my lord on the heaven, looking down on the world."

When Zhao Xu heard the name "Anta", the "Land of Sleepers", he knew that the angry old man in front of him thought he was that "Edmund", or that he was indeed him, just occupying his space. "Body".

"Don't forget the spell I asked you to recite, when the crow's seventh claw is hooked on the black wood..." But the old man opened his eyes wide as he spoke, and then he seemed to have some kind of unwillingness to look at it like this. Looking at Zhao Xu, he passed away sadly.

Zhao Xu was also a little sentimental at this time. Even after the old man finished the first sentence of the spell, the rest of the spell echoed in his mind, but at the moment of this person's death, he could not feel the slightest joy.

Even he could feel that the body of the old man in front of him was gradually stiffening.

At this moment, footsteps continued to come from outside the door. Zhao Xu glanced at the shadow that he should not have appeared, and immediately rushed to the corner.

He crouched and hid in the tunnel, and then he heard the sound of the cage door being unlocked, followed by the jailer's exclamation.

Slowly, everything in front of his eyes continued to change.

This time, he still hid in the hole, leaning on the gap between the bed board and the ground, observing the mismatch of time.

At this time, the old man who taught him, that is, the priest of the god of death, was still wrapped in a body bag.

After the identified physician left, the whole room regained its calm.

Zhao Xu's heart was also cold. He knew that after a while, the guards would ask the body movers to take the body bag away.

Then there will be new prisoners.

No!

When tomorrow comes a new day, the jailers will have their hands free to tidy up the priest's room a bit to see if there is anything.

Then the tunnel is directly exposed.

Even Zhao Xu, who was not the original owner of the body at this time, could feel the fate of the owner of the body tomorrow.

After being found in the tunnel, he was tortured to death.

For the rest of my life, I will basically be bound by the iron chains that lock the corners of the walls.

Even in the future, he can only live in a "confinement room" that is only big enough to squat.

At this moment, Zhao Xu's eyes kept looking at the "body bag".

Suddenly, he became ruthless, rushed out, and used the bone knife he managed to get out on the spot to cut through the body bag that had been sealed with slogans.

Zhao Xu moved the dead and stiff priest out, carried him back into his cell through the tunnel, and then covered him with a quilt so that the priest faced the door and window sideways, showing that he was sleeping.

Disguised as him Edmund throws in.

Zhao Xu, on the other hand, grasped every second of this thrilling moment, and he scrambled and scrambled back to the priest's cell just now.

After directly covering the original hole, he hid in the body bag that he had just cut open.

At the same time, in this dark room, Zhao Xu took out a fishbone needle, and with the silk thread removed from his prison uniform, he resealed the body bag just now little by little.

After the death of the priest is confirmed, the workers who carry it will arrive soon to remove the body bag.

It also meant that Zhao Xu needed to do his best and seize every last second.

At this time, he was biting the bone knife from the bag he had just opened, and his forehead was already dripping with sweat.

Although he didn't know what happened, after hearing the priest's description of the man in front of him.

No matter what is happening now is a memory or a reality, he doesn't even have time to think about it.

All he wanted was for the man in the body he manipulated to have a chance to survive and then take revenge.

"Boom." At this moment, the iron door of the prison was opened.

Zhao Xu also just finished the last stitch. He maintained a posture that barely dared to move. For the last few steps, he kept pressing the needle against the circle, and finally pulled it to tighten the knot directly to avoid waiting. When it was being transported, the mouth split open.

At this moment, Zhao Xu felt that the two were each holding a corner of the bag, lifted him up, and pulled him out.

At this moment, Zhao Xu was in an extremely relaxed state, and he didn't need to make a sound at all.

In the end, with shaking and shaking, Zhao Xu didn't know how long he had been carried, when suddenly he was thrown suddenly, lifted up, and then fell down again.

He was left behind, which also means that the opportunity has finally arrived.

However, the error of the entire fall was more than three seconds!

Higher than any mass grave!

Immediately afterwards, a huge impact came, and Zhao Xu felt that he had broken a bone, and at the same time, the entire body bag was squeezed crazily.

He was thrown into the sea.

Zhao Xu immediately took out the bone knife and was about to cut at the gap, but the icy sea water quickly seeped in from the leak in the bag. It directly wrapped Zhao Xu's whole body.

But at this moment, even if Zhao Xu felt that he was constantly falling in the sea, he also felt the pain of falling into the sea.

But neither he nor the slightest panic, still according to the original plan, cut open the mouth of the bag with a bone knife, and then the whole person, like a frog kicking his legs, kept swinging in the bottom of the sea, slowly floating upwards.

In the end, when Zhao Xu was about to reach the sea level, he rushed forward.

Then, in front of Zhao Xu's eyes, he saw the solemn and tall statue of the god of slaughter standing in front of him again.

At this time, he saw that there were three more divine lines on the back of his hand.