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Once again, he held my knife. This time he gripped my knife tightly with both hands, and I couldn't pull it back. He grinned, his mouth wide open. I quickly let go, and the vicious blade was gone, and I stepped back. Behind me, however, was the stone bed, and I tripped over it and fell on it.

He pounced on me, grabbed my hands, and spurted blood and bit me on the neck. A few drops of blood dripped from his foul-smelling mouth onto my face. A smell of blood rushed into my nostrils, and I felt like I was going to suffocate.

Then I felt his sharp teeth on my neck touch my skin, I felt his heavy breath spray on my neck, I felt his saliva dripping on my neck, I felt his tongue lick on my muscles.

It's over, I never thought it would be such a way to die, and I would give him food when I died. No, when the player dies, he turns into white light and flies away. But it's impossible, if that's the case, wouldn't I automatically go back to the city for free with a knife on my neck? What kind of cell would I be in? Surely I won't be allowed to fly back. Then if you die, you still can't get rid of this monster's big mouth.

God, God, Bodhisattva, let me die in a different way. It's also too perverted.

Hey, his teeth didn't get into my skin. Instead, it stopped on my neck and didn't move. Could it be that my prayer touched the heavens and the earth? Could it be that my character is so good that even this monster can't bear to eat me?

The monster actually let go of its mouth, and I opened my eyes and looked at it strangely. His eyes were no longer blood-red, they had become normal human eyes. Then he let go of my hands and stepped back. Suddenly, he held the chain in both hands and howled, "Oh~~~" The whole cell seemed to tremble, and my ears "buzzed".

I touched my neck, there were a few tooth marks on it, but it didn't bite the skin. I'm so lucky.

This howl lasted for 3 minutes, which is a lot of lung capacity. As soon as the howling stopped, he struck his head with both hands in turn, howling as he went. It was indeed a wail, because it was a human howl, and I could hear it.

I was a little surprised, could I be so sad if I didn't eat it? I don't understand.

Then he cried as he slammed his head against the wall, "Knock, knock, knock..." It's not just a bump play, it's a real desperate bump against the wall. With each impact, the entire cell shuddered. What was he doing? Did he have to break through the prison wall with his head?

This is obviously impossible, the walls are very hard. Under such an impact, not even a single piece of ash fell. What the hell was he doing?

Finally, after a few hundred hits, the monster's head was covered with blood, and he passed out and didn't move.

I slowly stepped forward, picked up the Vicious Blade, and quietly aimed it at his throat. At this time, as long as I stab down, a few more stabs at most, he will definitely be finished. However, looking at his beard and hair, it was clear that he was a human old man, and blood was still gushing from the place where his head was hit. I really can't do anything about such an old man, who has no ability to resist, or even an endangered old man.

Finally, I picked up some straw and held the old man's wound down. After a while, the bleeding stopped and even the wound began to scar. The old man's ability to recover from life is extremely strong, and it seems that such a major wound is a piece of cake for him at all. I felt incredible.

After a while, the old man seemed to wake up, and said something softly with his mouth. I leaned in and listened, and he said "water". It turns out that he can speak human language, which at least shows that he is indeed a human being. I was half relieved, and the other half was still worried about whether he would bite me again, and I couldn't beat him.

I searched around and finally found a jug near the door. There is also half a jar of water in it that I don't know the year of the monkey. I brought it and fed it to his mouth.

"Ah~~" a sigh came out of his mouth where he had drunk water. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

These are a pair of human eyes, no longer blood-red, nor any violent air. All that is just the vicissitudes and helplessness of a human old man, and even a hint of despair.

I said, "Are you better?," and then I made a mute voice like "uh, uh, uh." I forgot that I was still in the silence period.

The old man opened his mouth and said with difficulty and hoarseness, "What... Temple...... Tax. I

couldn't understand it, and I wanted to ask, but it was still a "uh, uh, uh" sound, and I had no choice but to smile apologetically at him.

He seemed to understand and said, "Well... Yikes... Not ash ... Shuhuai. "

I still don't understand, the two of us stared at each other, and neither of us understood what the other was saying. I had no choice but to lift him up and sit him on the stone bed. He leaned against the wall and tried to speak again, but just three words "Hey, shoot..." and shut up. Maybe I don't understand it either.

But now I understood, and he was talking about the "why". What did he want to ask? Why did I help him, or why I had come here? I

handed the jug to the old man, sat down at a distance from him, and began to close my eyes. Since we didn't understand each other, we had to wait until I could speak.

The old man looked at me and stopped talking. After all, I was seriously injured just now, and I also need to recuperate my spirit.

Finally I was able to speak, and the first thing I said was to ask the old man, "How is it, are you feeling better now?"

The old man looked up at me in surprise and said, "What about it... Ash...... Shuhuai?

" I guessed that he said "can you speak?" and asked him if you said "can you speak?" and he nodded.

So we had a hard conversation, and every time he said something, I had to guess once, twice, three times, or even many times, until he nodded, and I was sure that I had guessed what he was trying to say. It often takes us up to half an hour to exchange a few words. Gradually, he slowly changed his accent and increased the speed of his speech. It seems that he has not spoken for a long time and has forgotten how to speak. After talking to me, I guessed that in a few hours, he was gradually able to talk to me.

It turned out that he was such a person. His name is Sit and Watch the Clouds Rise. I actually stayed in this place for 10 years. I didn't expect such a tragic thing to happen in the New World. Or is this a hidden mission that deliberately let me in to participate?

I don't know, anyway, I think I should help the old man sit and watch Yunqi.