Feng Chenglin also endured the discomfort all over his body: "How long have you been locked up?"

"I don't know... it's been two or three years?"

"How many?" Feng Chenglin lost his voice.

"... Maybe two or three years ago, because it's too dark here and there is no day and night, so I don't know very well..."

"Why are you not sure? If you don't say anything else, you should know the number of times they deliver you food, right?"

Even if it is given once a day, it should be calculated!

"Send meal?" The man suddenly laughed: "Have you ever seen dead people eat?"

In this gloomy underground, the dead environment everywhere, the man's appearance was as bright as a ghost, and the smile made Feng Chenglin's back chill.

"No... you are not a terrible person, don't you have to eat? Have you not eaten in the past two or three years??"

While talking, Feng Chenglin thought of something again and couldn't help but look at the dead people beside him-

This guy has lived on these dead people in the past few years, right?

For example - eating dead human flesh?!

He was so disgusted by his heavy taste that he was so disgusting that he was surging in his stomach and felt a little disgusted.

"I said... dead people don't need to eat!" The man sighed again.

Feng Chenglin’s brain-just tonic – just eat people to death!

Thinking of the scene, he couldn't help but retching twice.

"What's wrong with you?" The man pretended to get up.

"Don't come over!" Feng Chenglin quickly raised his hand, suppressed the man, and barely suppressed the surging in his heart: "I... is fine... is fine!!"

The man sat down angrily and smiled awkwardly: "You... don't be afraid of me. Although I am a dead person, I am different from those dead people!"

"You are different... You are not like you!" Feng Chenglin raised his chest and tried hard to breathe: "You..."

"Clang!"

A dull collision sound came from the iron gate.

The man jumped up like a ghost, instantly threw Feng Chenglin's clothes off, and ran away naked and "slid" behind a pile of dead bodies.

"Don't say you saw me!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What rhythm is this?

But when someone came in, he couldn't continue to sit.

Seeing that he could not go back to the spot, he could only tilt his body and fall under the feet of a bunch of dead bodies.

The iron door opened and two people came in, and a faint smell of medicine filled the air.

"Hey, this guy is really not dead, he can move his place..."

One person stepped forward, grabbed Feng Chenglin's arm rudely, pulled him to the hay, pinched his chin, and squeezed his mouth open.

"Come on! Fill!"

After pouring the hot soup, Feng Chenglin coughed: "What are you...you...you...you're doing?"

If he hadn't had to pretend to be half dead, he really wanted to jump up and beat the two of them half dead!

Are hot medicines for people to take?

No one dares to do this, right?

"What are you doing? Save your life!" The man snorted coldly and threw Feng Chenglin into the hay again: "If you are not dead, please answer our questions..."

Feng Cheng and Lin Xin said to answer you uncle!

With his head tilted, he suppressed his breath and passed out "distance".

"Disen?" The man was stunned for a moment, and then felt guilty: "It's not that our medicine was a little late... Is he dead?"

"No way?" Another guilty one said: "This guy, but Boss Liu likes... It seems that he wants to be a puppet! If he dies, how can we explain it!?"

The two looked at each other, and their hearts trembled with their fingertips to test Feng Chenglin's breath.

"I still breathe, I'm not dead yet..."
Chapter completed!