"Damn it, I'm stupid. I actually have a little bit of affection for my own magician. I must be the other party's unknowingly."

Jevre tried hard to shake his head, trying to put this ridiculous idea out of his mind.

He looked respectfully at Zioffra's figure turning and floating away before he walked into this new residence tremblingly.

How long has it been since I changed my residence everywhere? Do you think it's fun or not?

The new residence is not big, with only a single metal bed, a table and a chair, and a simple bathroom.

This environment is even more humid than the second floor dormitory of Talis Restaurant.

It's really simple!

At least you give a mattress and a pillow!

The tables and chairs are not big, just about the same size as the desks in my student days.

The bright metal material is not as comfortable as a soft stool.

Why!

Let’s take a look at it step by step. If you want to escape, you have to lift the gray chain.

Knock on metal walls.

It is completely solid, and I don’t know how thick it is. The ground-level bone-cutting knife should be able to break it.

But Jevre really dared not expose it now. Who knows if this magician who is indecipherable has any strange means to monitor his every move?

Unfortunately, Leas was also taken away, otherwise he could have learned more about the inside story.

After all, he has been here for so many days, so he is considered a senior!

Forget it, I'm too lazy to guess randomly.

There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain, and there will be another village with dark willows and flowers.

The worst is that it's dead.

Besides, an unknown powerful man wouldn’t be able to kill himself so easily if he brought himself from his hometown?

Otherwise, it would be useless.

Although I don’t know how difficult it is to penetrate the soul, I have spent a lot of energy.

sleep!

Where can I sleep? It’s not a heartless domestic pig.

Jevre lay straight on the solid metal bed, pillowed on his right arm, opened his green eyes, secretly stumbled into the storage ring, and studied his wealth.

Unknown metal fragments that remained intact and never found an opportunity to take action, all kinds of kitchen utensils, a wide range of seasonings, nearly a thousand pounds of hot pot base, and nearly a thousand pounds of entry-level ingredients.

As for the ground-level bone-knitting knife and Xuan-level leather armor, which were regarded as a killer weapon, they were still hiding in the corner safely.

I don’t know if I could cut off the magician’s neck with one knife during the raid.

However, thinking about the difference between Louisa and herself, whether it is strength, speed, or nerve reaction speed, the difference is not half.

The succubus who was not known for his combat power in the early stage of the Xuan level was like this. This obviously mysterious magician at the peak level of the Xuan level is not sure how difficult it would be.

If you fail to fight back, you will be solved with one move, which will be very pleasant.

But if the soul is burned and tortured for hundreds of years, it will feel very uncomfortable!

Isn't this the case with the magician in the novel?

Jevre, who was thinking randomly and slightly scared, unknowingly lay on the metal bed for nearly an hour.

Until the metal door is pushed open by "crunch".

This door cannot be locked from inside, there is really no one!

Suddenly he bounced up from the bed, stood up properly, lowered his head, and did not dare to look directly at the magician who was paralyzed in his face.

"Come with me!"

The demon warrior turned around and floated away, his cold words like meteorites, hitting Jevre's head alive.

It’s not that dizzy, but it’s certain that you’re confused.

Who knows what the hell is going to do if the magician who can't see the depth is.

Following him step by step, he stepped across the still empty hall and stopped in front of a dark door.

"Come in!"

The magician recited the spell, approached his right hand again, and easily opened the dark room door.

It seems that this room is unusual, it is actually the same way as the bronze ancient door opened before.

Not a secret place? Or a laboratory or something?

With a nervous mood and a little heart that was beating bang, Jevre carefully stepped over the doorbar and secretly looked up.

There are so many bright metal utensils and neat square tables, standing quietly in the center of the room, arranged in a zigzag shape.

The left wall was hung with various staggered and incomplete limbs, some air-dried, some fresh, and even bleeding.

There is a strange rectangular bookshelves on the wall on the right. In a flash, it feels like a living thing shaking, just like when I am trembling.

Books of different materials on the bookshelf include metal, animal skin, and obviously made of demon skin.

Jevrei watched from a distance and tried to identify it, but he could only understand a few demonic words, and could not see the purpose of the book at all.

"Stand in place and don't move, I'll just take a little sample!"

While speaking, Ziofra was holding a scalpel-like small bǐ    shǒu in his right hand and a small blue wooden poke in his left hand, and instantly returned to Jevre.

"Che"

Before Jevre could react, his left wrist and chest were slashed twice by Ziofra.

The light blue blood suddenly spurted out, intending to splatter three feet of blood, but in the blink of an eye, it floated all into the air, and then floated towards the blue bucket in Ziofra's left hand.

The scalpel seemed to be able to delay the speed of self-healing. Jevre sprayed several pounds of blood, but the wound had no trace of healing.

Jevre looked at Ziofra who was concentrating on her, but he did not dare to feel dissatisfied at all.

Squirt, spit as much as you want, can you still make me bleed and die?

Sure enough, after feeling that more than ten pounds of blood were gushing, the two wounds that had been bleeding suddenly stopped as Ziofra's short spell was recited.

Except for two deep bone-visible wounds, no abnormality can be seen.

For Jevre, who is now seven feet tall and weighs nearly four hundred pounds, this little blood will not hurt his muscles or bones.

"Okay, you can go back! In a few hours, ingredients will be delivered, so you can make up for it."

Ziofra looked at the blue bucket with satisfaction, waved his right hand casually, and let Jevre leave.

Looking at the weird little bǐ   shǒu, Jevre immediately left the door in panic.

As Jevre retreated, the dark door closed automatically, and he no longer had a chance to see the truth.

Jevre raised his head, straightened his waist, his face still respectfully, standing alone outside the door, looking around carefully.

In the enclosed hall, except for the open doors of its own cottage, the other eleven doors are still tightly closed.

I didn't see Leas just now, and I don't know which room he was placed alone, so I didn't even have the chance to get in secret.

The eleven doors, except for the black door similar to the laboratory just now, were only one gray and one lavender doors that were more conspicuous, and the rest were all silver metal doors of the same mold.

I don’t know what the rest of the rooms are for. They can’t be used to store limbs and detain prisoners like myself.

There is no trace of the external channel, and the whole space is a closed space.

Or it is like an ancient bronze sect, covered by illusions, leaving the self who can only use hand-to-hand combat and superficial mental power helplessly.

Evre had tried to inject a little mental power into his eyes before, hoping that some strange pupil technique would flash. Even if it didn't work, it would be fine to increase your vision.

As a result, the eyes did appear abnormally, but they were red and swollen, tears and pain, which was simply miserable.

For a moment, Jevre thought he was almost blind.

After this, Jevre no longer dared to scatter his mental power into fragile parts of his body.

That time I was almost blind. If I accidentally entered my brain, I would have some fun.

Even if you don’t die, you may become an idiot.

As for the legendary pineal gland, things like Dantian, there is no trace of them at all.

What kind of internal force or true qi is nonsense.

Anyway, except for his blood talent, the powerful behind the scenes did not make any other plug-ins for himself.

After walking around the open hall as big as a basketball court, Jevre finally gained nothing and had to walk back to the bedroom obediently.

Move the metal stool to the door, and sit quietly without closing the door.

You have a open mind and don’t make any small moves, it depends on what tricks you are going to play.

In fact, the most important thing is that there is nothing to do and you can’t sleep. There are no martial arts to practice, and there are no books to pass the time.
To be continued...