"Is the soul qi..."

"It seems that this trip is not a loss..."

After Fang Zheng calmed down again, he looked at the cell with a wide open door and prepared to walk out of the cell and began to explore the dungeon.

"Why didn't the ghost mother appear today?"

With this doubt, Fang Zheng walked out of the cell, and first looked around for a few times, then he walked towards the hanged scholar opposite the cell.

The scholar hanging from the scholar turned his back to Fang Zheng, and still kicked his legs in the air. Fang Zheng pondered for a while, and then turned the scholar's body over.

Who knows!

Just as Fang Zhenggang turned the body of the scholar hanging over, a long scarlet object, with an invisible phantom, suddenly pierced into his face.

Very fast!

With a close distance, I rushed to the front door almost instantly.

But Fang Zheng seemed to have expected it, his body just swayed and avoided the sneak attack of the scarlet object. After a closer look, it turned out to be the long tongue sticking out by the scholar hanging from the hanged scholar.

The scholar was very weak and was slapped into a rotating top with a slap.

Then, a gray-white soul energy floated up from the scholar hanging from the body of the scholar.

Huh?

Looking at the ordinary soul energy flying from the scholar hanging from the body of the hanged scholar, Fang Zheng's heart moved.

It’s hard to say, can killing the hunchbacked old man and these scholars gain soul energy?

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng was immediately delighted.

This is good news.

As for the reason, Fang Zheng thought about it for a moment and then understood it.

The ancient obsession that gave birth to this dungeon should be very powerful. Even if it is only a small trace of unconscious obsession that has survived for many years after his death, it is extremely powerful for him.

And he was like a parasite growing from inside his body, which was bit by bit eroding the obsession of this ancient strong man.

Of course, this is just Fang Zheng’s personal conjecture.

Perhaps there are other possibilities not necessarily.

But as of now, this conjecture is more likely.

Next, Fang Zheng began to search for the exam room where the scholar was hanging. Except for flipping a blank test paper, he couldn't find anything valuable.

There was no harvest after searching the body.

"No wonder a student committed suicide by hanging himself... It turned out to be a poor student who handed in a blank paper."

With disappointment, Fang Zheng began to move towards the scholar of tuberculosis.

"Ahem, ahem..."

The scholar who was pulmonary tuberculosis was still coughing in pain.

Fang Zheng had just walked past the wooden board in the compartment and finally came to the examination room where the scholar who sent the tuberculosis was. When Fang Zheng saw the scholar who sent the tuberculosis, he found that the scholar who sent the tuberculosis was madly self-harm.

He was carrying a dagger in his hand.

People are like a cruel, bloody butcher.

Using the dagger in his hand, he was dismantling himself.

It was a pale and pale scholar's face without eyes. The scholar looked at Fang Zheng emptyly, holding a blood-stained dagger in his hand.

"Did you see my heart?"

"Cough, cough cough...Is this heart and soul?"

"Ahem...Is this a heart-to-heart?"

...

The scholar of tuberculosis cut off organs from his body, and then put them on the table, asking Fang Zheng to help him identify which one was the heart and liver.

Coughing in pain while cutting organs.

This is the origin of the painful cough of the scholar who consumed the tuberculosis.

"Why do you have to look for a heart?"

"How much do you know about this?"
Chapter completed!