Chapter 872: Black King on Obsidian

An old voice came from his ears, and Fang Qi opened his eyes with a violent vomiting sensation, and his face was stunned...
What happened? How did it become like this?
This is where?
I am Fang Qi...
I was absorbed in the black "color" vortex.
I resisted desperately, I fought to death! I finally survived!
But now... where am I again?
Who are those who stand beside me?
The man who spoke to me just now was an old man, a very kind old man. He seemed to care about me very much? Also seems to have a special attitude towards me? regret? disdain? Or hate iron for not making steel?
Fang Qi nodded and shook his head again.
At this moment, he was confused, he didn't know what happened... and he didn't know how to resist?
Or...choose to succumb?
How can I evolve to look like this? Should I choose to succumb? Or rebellion?
"I...I want water..."
The long lack of water in the body made Fang Qi's body drink a strong desire to drink. He swallowed a spit, turned subconsciously, and raised his head subconsciously, his face blank.
Some things are filtered through the mind, and they are completely clear.
"This is water, drink it... drink it... hey... you said you, how did you carry your luck... not caught by the true king, but picked up by the black king..."
"A little life was saved, but what is the difference from being lost?"
"I really don't know what it's like... Hey! It's a hardship!"
A water bag was delivered, and Fang Qi began to grope, and then began to frantically.
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"Cough...cough cough..."
Water, not clear water, has a taste of yellow mud.
But I don’t know why. When I drink it, I always feel that there is a kind of "forcing" spirit...
Fang Qi gasped for a few breaths and sat up, holding his bloated head in amazement.
What are these in front of you?
kennel? It can be said like this.
In a randomly built stone house, there are a lot of weeds on the mat, and many people sleep there, snoring one by one, seeming to sleep extremely sweetly.
There is an unparalleled smell of sweat in the air, and even the smell of human and animal secretions.
The room is not big, but there are many people, so the taste is heavier.
Everyone's clothes are basically tattered, and there is no valuable thing.
Fang Qi "touched" himself, and all his storage rings were gone.
Fang Qi's face changed, his eyes narrowed, and he clenched his teeth subconsciously.
"Who took my things?"
Fang Qi drank, grabbed the water bag, and stared at the surroundings vigilantly.
"Don't stare. The baby on your body was taken away by the black king. When you came, it was like that. The rest, we don't know."
The muddy old voice came again, and Fang Qi looked at it, and an old-faced old man sat there with a sad face.
His left foot had been lost, a piece of wood was helped on it, his hands were resting on his legs at the moment, his silver hair with a gray beard seemed a little sloppy.
"Where is this?"
Fang Qi Gudong Gudong took another sip of the muddy "liquid" body, so that the corners of his mouth would not become so dry.
"This is an obsidian mine... You were picked up by the black king a few days ago and then thrown here. In theory, you should now be a member of the obsidian mine."