In response to Fang Zheng's question, the scholar of tuberculosis did not answer Fang Zheng's question.

Instead, he is still asking Fang Zheng over and over again.

"Did you see my heart?"

"Is this a heart-to-heart?"

The organs were still being cut off from himself by the scholar who was pulmonary.

But the scholar who had tuberculosis seemed to have no pain.

Always madly self-harm.

Perhaps Fang Zheng had never received an answer, the scholar who was holding a dagger suddenly stopped in the air.

"Why, cough, cough cough...lent me your heart and liver?"

After the words came, the scholar who was pulmonary tuberculosis had already raised his sword and slashed the sharp dagger in his hand towards the right direction.

This is not a borrowing place.

This is clearly an evil ghost is seeking his life.

"court death!!"

Fang Zheng was quick-witted with his hands, his palm passed through the dagger, the muscles on his arm stretched out, and his palms choked the neck of the scholar who was pulmonary and pulled it out of the examination room.

In the spiritual world, there are naturally no so-called muscles.

These are the visualizations of demon apes that are in the forefront of the way.

Bang!

The scholar who was pulmonary intestine was hit hard by Fang Zheng.

This time the fall broke, and the scholar who sent the tuberculosis lost his resistance directly, and his body was like a pool of mud, sank on the ground and stopped moving.

Another ray of ordinary soul energy with grayish white color floated up from the scholar who was a tuberculosis and was swallowed by the human skin scriptures.

"So weak?"

"It turns out that there is no use for scholars."

Fang Zheng shook his head.

Two consecutive times, no useful information was obtained, and Fang Zheng did not have much expectations for the last mad scholar.

However, before that, he searched the exam room of the scholar who sent a tuberculosis to see if he found anything.

A few minutes later.

Bang!

A mad scholar whose mouth was sewn together by fishing thread was twisted by Fang Zheng's neck.

At the same time, a gray-white soul energy floated up.

Next, Fang Zheng searched the test room again, but the result was the same as the previous few times, and there was no valuable discovery.

Finally, Fang Zheng turned his eyes to the words carved with his nails on the wooden wall of the test room.

Fortunately, simplified Chinese characters are simplified from traditional Chinese characters, so it is not difficult to identify them.

After watching for a while, Fang Zheng quickly gave up and stopped watching.

They are all about the brain-wrenching eight-legged essays.

Then, Fang Zheng turned his eyes to the cell opposite the mad scholar, the cell where he was imprisoned for the first time.

At this time, a gap was opening in the cell door, and the hunchbacked old man had not locked the door.

Squeak...

The sound of teeth rust rubbing, Fang Zheng pushed open the prison door and walked into the cell.

Not knowing what he thought of, Fang Zheng had just entered the cell and quickly retreated. He dragged the body of a mad scholar and blocked the door in front of the cell to prevent the door from being closed accidentally.

After finishing all this, Fang Zheng re-entered the cell.

No useful thing was found in the cell, but the blood books on the wall cheered up Fang Zheng and finally found something valuable.

I wish I could kill all the gods of the world's wild monsters and monsters!

The words at the beginning caused suspense.

After reading the blood book, Fang Zheng fell into deep thought and digested what he saw.

The content in the blood book describes the life and past events in the corpse of the cell before.

Apart from some personal autobiography and the complaining part of being imprisoned for life like a young woman complaining, the rest involves the dispute between the city god and the mountain god.

But the end of this battle was ended with the defeat of the City God and the rise of the Mountain God.

This dungeon is where the City God and his masters are imprisoned. The dungeon is suppressed under a mountain that will never see the light of heaven.

"Mountain?"

"Shouldn't it be a plain and then the city was raised on the plain?"

Above the dungeon, there is Zhou City with a population of millions. Moreover, the Qing Dynasty imperial examination room here means that at least it was a plain before that era.

Maybe it was because of the ever-changing changes of the world, and it was slowly being flattened by later generations... The coastal areas are full of mountains, and the historical economic development, the cultivation of farmland and the paving of stones are accompanied by the repeated excavation of mountains and rocks...

Perhaps it is a period of history that was even longer than the previous Qing Dynasty.

There is something about the mountain god, Fang Zheng clearly remembers that Gao Shuhua told him about the city god, land, and mountain god in the myth.

However, Gao Shu's paintings at that time were just a stroke of the mythology of the mountain gods, and did not explain them in detail.

At that time, what Gao Shu painted mainly focused on the city god and the land temple.

Fang Zheng still clearly remembers that Gao Shuhua said at that time that the mountain god and the city god belong to two mythological systems...

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng was speechless: "Wouldn't that mean that I was accidentally involved in a fight between the two gods?"

Fang Zheng felt that after this trip to Yin, he needed to ask someone, what the hell is this mountain god myth system?

What is the history of the battle between the city god and the mountain god?

Why do these orderly city gods in the world want to kill the mountain gods one by one? Are the mountain gods here and the mythical mountain gods the same mountain god?

There is no specific history to refer to, and now it is too confusing to think about it.

Fang Zheng's eyes showed some regrets, but unfortunately, this City God master was a little narcissistic. Most of the content was to advocate how he was so handsome, and there was no detailed mention of the mountain god. Perhaps because he was resentful, he didn't want to mention it, and he was not upset when he saw it.

Fang Zheng obviously disbelief of this inmate's bragging.

If you are so coquettish, you will not be imprisoned in the dungeon by the mountain god for life and will never see the light of day.

Depressed! This is the final outcome of Founder, a cheap inmate.

Fang Zhengjie had no valuable discovery anymore, and next, he planned to continue exploring the dungeon.

Since the prison cells here are all imprisoned with the City God masters of that year, Fang Zheng felt that perhaps he could find many valuable clues from this trip.

One cell, one test room search...

Fang Zheng had an illusion.

After killing the hunchbacked old man, he seemed to have replaced him with the hunchbacked old man with hungry eyes, patrolling the prison cells and examination rooms, eager to find something valuable.

Next, Fang Zheng met three weak scholars.

Among these scholars, the ways of dying are different, with heads hanging on the beam and their scalp not being torn off;

Some people are like starving ghosts who choke to death by eating test papers;

Some were burned to death and burned into charred corpses.

Of course, he gained three strands of ordinary soul energy.

The size of this dungeon seemed to be very large. Fang Zheng estimated the time. It took him about twenty minutes to search for the time he walked, but there was no sign of reaching the end.

There is still a dark and narrow corridor that has no end in front and nowhere to come.

Moreover, except for the hunchbacked old man at the beginning, the next journey was too quiet. As for those weak scholars, the other party could not pose any threat.

Fang Zheng's thoughts fell, and a red figure flashed and ran over in a flash.

"No, it's a failure?"

Fang Zheng's forehead was hanging a few black lines, and he was a little doubtful about whether he was a crow in his previous life...
Chapter completed!