Infinite Sims

"Are you really not eating it? If you don't eat it, I can solve it alone?"

Ma Zhenyuan held his own half steamed bun with his left hand and the other half steamed bun with his right hand, shaking Jiang Ren and Wan Jinghao.

Wan Jinghao shook his head.

Jiang Ren smiled and said, "I'll see you off."

"If you don't eat a meal and you can't die of hunger, then I won't be polite."

Ma Zhenyuan took clear water, took a few mouthfuls of a black steamed bun, and when all three were in his stomach, he patted his stomach with a little satisfaction.

The three of Meng Li glanced enviously, and then ate the steamed buns in small bites.

Except for the prisoners who have connections and have paid money, the rest of the prison only have two meals a day, and each meal is a black steamed bun and a bowl of water.

Not to mention eating enough, it would be nice to be alive.

This is also the reason why most prisoners don't make a fuss, not because they are good-natured, but because they have no strength.

"It's almost night."

Jiang Ren raised his head and looked at the window directly above.

Each gap in the window was less than a finger distance away, and the dusk sky outside the house penetrated into the cell, leaving shallow traces on the ground.

Ma Zhenyuan heard his whisper and looked at him thoughtfully.

You can say that you are in a bad mood if you don't eat, but since just now, the two people's personalities have changed, they have become calm and calm.

Are they really just two ordinary farmers? still

Before Ma Zhenyuan could continue to think about it, he saw Jiang Ren met his gaze. Although there was still a faint smile on his face, there was no trace of color in his eyes.

Jiang Ren said, "Why do you help the barbarians?"

Ma Zhenyuan's expression froze, and he pointed at himself randomly: "Are you talking about me?"

Jiang Ren didn't respond, but still looked at him calmly.

Those lifeless and cold eyes seemed to be questioning, but also seemed to be pressing.

The air in the prison seemed to have calmed down.

Many prisoners who were still making noise also noticed something unusual, and followed the eyes of the people around them to the cell where Jiang Ren was.

"call--"

Ma Zhenyuan took a long breath, laughed and said, "Before I answer this question, can you tell me how you found out?"

Jiang Ren said lightly: "Intuition."

The intuition is naturally nonsense, but the real situation is that there are many abnormalities in this prison.

Whether it was Meng Li who was responsible for the provocation, or Ma Zhenyuan who revealed the information as soon as he arrived, and the seemingly chaotic but orderly situation of the surrounding cells.

After collecting and summarizing all kinds of information.

It is not difficult to judge that in this large prison where hundreds of prisoners are held, there are at least dozens of people who are not real prisoners.

As for whether their purpose is to find themselves and Wan Jinghao, or to prevent someone from robbing the prison, it is not clear, but it is not important to him.

"Correct your mistake. The country that currently rules us is called Taisho, and their people are called Taisho people."

Although the answer did not satisfy Ma Zhenyuan, he still replied: "I am not helping them, but I am loyal to them. If I have money, I have an official job, and I can become a superior person, why not do it."

"Being a barbarian's dog is what you call a master?"

Wan Jinghao stood up with red eyes, and hit the wall with his fist.

With a slight muffled sound, a shallow fist mark appeared on the wall.

Meng Li and the other three on the side were stunned, and suspiciously touched the marks on their faces that were bruised and painful.

"Chirp!"

In a cell on the west side, a prisoner put his hand into his mouth and blew it violently.

The whistle immediately spread throughout the entire prison, and even spread outside, as if it was conveying some kind of message.

Hearing the whistle, Ma Zhenyuan calmed down a little, and replied: "So what about being a dog? It's better than not being able to be a dog."

Wan Jinghao wanted to rush to do it angrily.

In many things, he can maintain rationality, but only when facing the barbarians and their supporters, anger and murderous intent will inevitably flow out.

Jiang Ren reached out to stop Wan Jinghao, and then looked at Ma Zhenyuan: "This is why you would rather your descendants and thousands of people of the same race become fourth-class people like pigs and dogs?"

"How about them, what does it matter to me?"

Wan Jinghao sneered on the surface, but secretly held the dagger in his sleeve and looked at Wan Jinghao warily.

According to the records, one of the two monsters he was looking for was named Jiang and the other Wan.

If these two people are really them, then not only need to guard against their martial arts, but also guard against some kind of sorcery that is said to revive the dead.

"Where is it? Where is the prisoner?"

A group of strong and strong barbarians rushed into the prison.

With the status of the barbarians today, most of them are only used for war, and a small part are used to guard the dignitaries among the barbarians. It is absolutely impossible for them to be stationed in a place where there is no oil and water like a prison.

In this way, for this group of people to come in so quickly, they must have been hiding near the prison, and the whistle just now was a signal to call them.

"It was well prepared, but it was too late."

Jiang Ren took out an Xiuchun knife from the storage space, threw it to Wan Jinghao, and said, "The people outside, I leave it to you."

Wan Jinghao inserted the knife and nodded, and went straight to the door.

Slashing open the chain hanging on the door, he looked back at Ma Zhenyuan coldly, and finally swept across Meng Li and the other three quickly, and walked out of the cell.

In the small passage, apart from the sprinting barbarians, there were dozens of men hiding as prisoners.

The latter took out the weapon from the thatch under his body, unlocked it with a key, and surrounded Wan Jinghao from the front and back.

Meng Li and the others are obviously not part of these people.

Seeing such a huge battle, and thinking that the three of them would beat Wan Jinghao together, they felt chills down their spines, and huddled together in a corner.

"It's your freedom to be a dog, and it's my freedom to kill you."

With a smile on his face, Jiang Ren took out another Xiuchun knife from the storage space.

There are a total of ten Xiuchun knives, the last two that were taken out just now and now, and the remaining eight have reached the limit of their life early due to wear and tear.

"and many more……"

Just as Ma Zhenyuan opened his mouth, he heard several screams from outside the cell. He was in a trance for a moment, and felt a stabbing pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw half of the knife buried in it.

Under the afterglow of the evening light, the blade reflected a pale yellow light.

"Sure enough, knives are still not suitable for stabbing."

Jiang Ren pulled out the knife, and flicked the knife with a trick, then flung the blood off the knife.

Ma Zhenyuan knelt on the ground clutching his chest, and said with difficulty: "I can know, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Ren said casually, "Let the barbarians pay for their lives with their lives."

"That puts my mind at ease."

Ma Zhenyuan smiled, and his upper body fell limp to the ground.

Jiang Ren was puzzled: "Don't worry?"

"I'm a coward..."

Ma Zhenyuan coughed up two mouthfuls of blood heavily, and his body stopped moving.

With a blank expression on his face, Jiang Ren split a vine to transform Ma Zhenyuan into a living corpse.

No matter what the story behind him is, many things are done as they are done, and it is impossible to do it again if you go back.

There was a delay.

There were already more than 20 corpses outside the cell.

However, most of the corpses were people disguised as criminals. Three of the barbarians died in that team, and because of their good martial arts and good coordination, Wan Jinghao was gradually dragged into a disadvantage.

Suddenly, two puddles of black-red liquid splashed onto Wan Jinghao.

"what?"

Jiang Ren was taken aback for a moment, and then learned from the victorious cheers of those barbarians that the two puddles of liquid were the rumored black dog's blood with the ability to destroy evil.

"It's hard for them, but unfortunately, the only thing that can limit me is the daytime."

Dozens of vines invisible to the naked eye flew out of Jiang Ren's body and pierced straight into the surrounding corpses.

When the corpses climbed up one after another, even the barbarian soldiers who had been prepared for a long time were shocked by this scene, and were hacked to death by the almost immortal living corpses.

When the killing in the dungeon stopped.

The number of living corpses controlled by Jiang Ren has exceeded one hundred.

"Brother Jiang, do you want these people?"

Wan Jinghao pulled out a long sword stuck in his stomach, and then looked at the trembling prisoners in the surrounding cells.

These people are no longer vicious criminals, but a group of weak and helpless lambs.

"They are too weak, there are better ones out there."

Jiang Ren smiled slightly, and walked out of the prison with a group of living corpses.

In terms of life in the prison, except for a few prisoners who snatch food, they are still physically strong, and the others are not as good as ordinary people, not to mention soldiers.

The limited quota of living corpses naturally cannot be wasted on them.

Jiang Ren and Wan Jinghao walked out of the prison together.

Fifty paces away, the front, left, and right directions were full of torches and soldiers.

At a glance, there were hundreds of people, and they all formed a battle formation. It was obvious that they had gathered here as early as the whistle sounded, and set up a net at the gate of the prison.

Jiang Ren smiled: "It's too polite to give a big gift as soon as you come."

Hundreds of living corpses roared in unison, took a few steps, and rushed out.

Due to the lack of pain, the running speed of those who had just died was even faster than when they were alive.

"Don't be afraid, these are all sorcery. Our weapons are all stained with chicken blood and dog blood. We will definitely kill this group of evil creatures!"

Seeing the living corpse for the first time, the soldiers' complexions were not very good, but because they had passed their Qi ahead of time and there were a bunch of colleagues around them, they still managed to maintain their fighting ability.

"Prepare!"

With an order, the archers in the front row drew their bows to the full.

In just a few breaths, the living corpse has already covered twenty steps.

"Let the arrow!"

When the living corpse at the front reached twenty paces, the arrows were shot out in unison.

The sharp arrows were black and red, and there was a faint bloody smell, covering the living corpses, Jiang Ren, and Wan Jinghao in three directions.

Ordinary people, even the grandmaster with the highest single combat power in the world, can only be shot into hedgehogs alive under such circumstances, and drink their hatred on the spot.

But for living corpses who are not afraid of death, at most, because the arrows stay in the body and affect their movements, they are not as threatening as melee weapons.

But two sticks of incense time.

The outside of the prison turned into a bloody field.

One after another, the dead people got up from the ground, took up their weapons, and rushed towards a group of soldiers who had just rushed over.

Under the pale blue icy moonlight.

There were screams and roars one after another in Lin'an City.

These hellish voices, one after another, one higher than the other, seemed to drag the city into the abyss of the dead.

"The way of the monster, the way of the monster, it must be the way of the monster!"

In the dark inner room, Yang Binhui's face was pale, his left hand covered the mouth of the little girl in his arms, and his right hand held a knife on her neck.

He glanced threateningly at the weeping couple diagonally opposite, and then looked at the window a few steps ahead.

Thin window paper can block peeps, but not reflections.

Through the light of the moon and torches, one could faintly see the reflections of fleeing people outside the window. Many of them were knocking on the gates of nearby houses, trying to enter and hide.

"Don't kill me, help me, ah—"

As some human-shaped reflections with distorted movements appeared, the fleeing people lost their voice after a scream.

One after another distorted reflections passed by the window, and the surrounding screams quickly diminished.

Yang Binhui's breathing became rapid and his hands trembled slightly.

One of the screams was precisely his companion in the same team, who didn't want to die outside like this, and seemed to have died outside a house.

"It's not that these evil things are afraid of chicken blood, black dog blood, and boy urine, and they don't like people with strong blood, especially those who are restrained by those in the army."

"But is this called fear? Dislike? Restraint?"

"They are clearly... specifically picking out the ranks and killing them!"

Yang Binhui took a few deep breaths, but he still couldn't calm down.

It was the first time I saw that the "evil creatures" in the legends of gods and ghosts really existed, and I became one of the targets of the other party's hunting and killing. Such things that subverted common sense were not so easy to pass by.

"The sound is far away, it should have left."

Yang Binhui listened carefully, and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and the steel knife in his hand was no longer on the girl's neck.

If I hadn't seen the opportunity just now, ran in the front, and cheated and hijacked this family, I am afraid that I would have returned to a different place like the outsiders by now.

At this time.

The little girl took a hard bite of the hand covering her mouth, and when Yang Binhui subconsciously let go of her in pain, she ran towards her parents.

"Damn girl! I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Binhui was full of anger, and walked towards the little girl's family of three holding a knife.

He was already terrified by the living corpse, and he had already accumulated a lot of negative emotions in his heart. Now that there was no danger around him, he was completely stimulated by this pain.

"So many people died tonight, and if three more people die, no one will notice."

"What's more, even on weekdays, when the people of Dazhao die, they die. No one will pay attention to it."

Yang Binhui, who is also from Dazhao, said ferociously, and swung his knife at the three people who were hugging each other out of fear.

puff!

A blood-stained knife broke through the window and flew straight into the house like an arrow, piercing into the chest of Yang Binhui who was attacking, and firmly pinning him to the wall two steps away.

"..."

Yang Binhui struggled to open his mouth, but before he could utter a word, he lost his breath.

When the father of a family of three saw it, he immediately felt the joy of surviving the catastrophe. He touched the heads of his wife and daughter, and looked up at the window pierced by the knife.

A figure wearing a bamboo hat and a black robe walked past the opening of the hole, which was less than the size of a fist.

At the same time, he also heard a vague voice: "It's a loss, the last Xiuchun knife is also useless..."