Vol 2 Chapter 727: Maniac and tuberculosis

Outside the cell is a row of secluded corridors with dim candlelight beating on the stone walls of the corridor. The corridor is very long, very long and very long.
Seeing nowhere before.
Seeing no end.
On both sides of the narrow, dark, and damp promenade is a cell. When Founder was just about to take a closer look at his surroundings, he was stunned.
The architectural style of the cell here is actually not unified. On his side, the cell is made of stone and affixed with a fence, but the cell on the opposite side is very simple, and the wooden house is dilapidated, separated by a single room ... It seems that it is not a prison cell, but rather an imperial examination room often seen in costume TV?
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It ’s a prison cell on one side and an exam room on the other. What a weird place ...
Facing this huge contrast, Founder muttered.
But whether it is a cell or the exam room opposite, there is one thing in common, that is, it is empty.
There is no one.
Under this dark dungeon, it seemed that he was the only one.
Shaking his head, forcibly interrupting his thoughts, Founder temporarily put aside these details and began to dim in this light, at first glance is the dungeon dungeon to the world, looking for a way to get out of the cell as soon as possible.
But the next question came, no matter how Founder tried to do everything, he could not get out of this cell.
He was here as if he had been stripped of all his strength, and he couldn't even break the most ordinary iron fence.
In other words, it is not that his power has disappeared, but that the imprisonment in this place is so strong that even he will be unable to break through for a while.
Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Founder was like a fierce beast behind the iron railing of the zoo, hitting the iron fence in front of him at once, but it was always useless.
In this dark underground space where the sun and the moon are lost, and time is lost as a reference object, the meaning of time begins to blur gradually ... Founder doesn't know how long he hit, and he has to stop until he is exhausted.
Even after being exhausted, Founder still did not give up the hope of escape. He began to visualize the concept of spiritual martial arts and demon ape over and over again, trying to break through the illusion of illusion, hoping that everything in front of him was false.
But the fact once again proved that he had done useless work again.
Founder tightened his eyebrows.
He didn't do any useless work anymore, and began to sit down quietly, carefully looked around, thinking about the way out.
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Time exists to dilute people's memory of past memories.
After the time reference in the dungeon is gone, the existence of all memories becomes meaningless.
Founder didn't know how long he was trapped here.
Time seems to dilute the blurry boundary between reality and illusion ...
Except for him, he never saw the second person again. He was always quiet and dead, like a dark dungeon in a tomb that had been deserted and abandoned for a long time. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound of friction.
Founder who was sitting on the floor despite the dirt on the floor, suddenly looked up in the direction of the sound!
As a result, I saw that the wooden compartment opposite his cell was inexplicably standing at this time a man like a scholar. The scholar was thin and thin, and his back was facing him. The rustling sound I heard before, It was n’t the test room ’s answering paper, but the student turned his back, like a lunatic, with his nails carving words on the wooden wall.
Even if his nails broke and his fingertips were smoothed, he ignored them.
People seem to have no pain, continue to use their fingers to engrave lines of blood on the hard wood.
The gloomy environment of the dungeon, coupled with the small blood characters and the Founder at a distance, also failed to see what the characters were.
What is the format of Fang Zhengzheng's writing?
At this time, Founder, who has been paying close attention to the details of the scholar, finally noticed more details. The scholar has long braids ...
"This is ..." Founder already had a guess about the scholar's age.
Rustle ...
At this time, the scholars in the opposite cell continued to use their fingers to engrave blood on the wall ...
Fang Zheng temporarily called this scholar who keeps on finger lettering, called the lunatic scholar.
Founder lowered his head and pondered, intending to greet the lunatic scholars in the cell opposite, tentatively test each other, and ask where is this?
As a result, the lunatic scholar has always turned his back to him except for the obsession, and his voice seemed to be unheard of, as if he had not heard it.
"Cough, cough ..."
At this moment, the dark dungeon suddenly sounded like a painful continuous painful cough. The painful voice was far away, not from the mad scholar just opposite him.
Founder stood behind the iron fence and tried to find the source of the painful cough through a limited perspective.
The left and right compartments of the madman scholar looked over a dozen compartments, and no one was there. These exam room compartments were empty, and there was nothing but dust.
The cell on his side was severely separated by a wall, and he didn't even know whether he lived next door with his neighbor.
"Cough cough ..."
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Cough ... puff!
A spit of blood spit out and splashed across the ground. Through the direction of the blood on the ground, Founder finally saw where the coughing sound came from.
That man was actually another scholar from the opposite examination room.
The scientific research student was almost a hundred meters away from the mad student across from him. It was really too far apart. Except for a pool of blood on the ground, Founder could not see the situation of the candidates after the compartment.
Founder temporarily named the candidate as a tuberculosis scholar.
At this time, two braid scholars suddenly appeared out of thin air. Founder felt that this was definitely not a coincidence. It must have been a wedge that caused a change, and then there will likely be new changes.
Founder's conjecture was soon fulfilled.
The long, quirky dark dungeon, inexplicably came from the whistle of the whistle beater ... the whistle beater, the gong sound, and the whispered sound of the whisperer who seemed to be gloating and smirking, was rapidly moving from far and near Come.
"Immortal Buddha has two successes, I only know that the night is uneven ..."
"Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, life and death are alive, no matter how glorious, but a pile of loess, a handful of green gray ..."
"One useless is a scholar ..."
Strange poems and collocations, mixed with the whispered voices of the husband, sang in this claustrophobic dungeon, setting off the environment with a more weird atmosphere.
Founder stood behind the iron fence, while trying to look in the direction of the husband, while swearing in his heart, what the is this place?
Is he still familiar with the dark world?
How did he walk alone once, and let him win the jackpot ...
Finally, the guard came closer, and Founder finally saw what the so-called guard looked like!
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