The rhythm of Tang Zhen's tapping can only be understood by Loucheng monks. When you are in a special environment, you can use this method to communicate.
For the Loucheng monks, once such a method is used, it is equivalent to being in a desperate situation.
Now that I am in a cage, my strong cultivation has disappeared without a trace, so I can only use this method.
As long as there is a trace of spiritual consciousness and the ability to communicate with each other across the air, it will be more efficient than this primitive method.
The environment is like this. There is no use in being depressed and flustered. It is better to calm down and do what you need to do.
First of all, we need to confirm one thing: how many Loucheng monks are there in this strange environment?
If the monks in Loucheng heard the knocking sound, they would definitely respond, thus realizing the common exchange of information.
Use this method of communication to find solutions to problems.
Another purpose is to verify whether the scene in front of you is an illusion?
If it was an illusion, Tang Zhen had his own way of identifying it.
While he was tapping, he was thinking about one thing, that is, there really is a Loucheng monk, and what kind of rhythm is the correct response.
While he was thinking, there was a knocking sound coming from outside, but the rhythm was completely different from what he thought.
Tang Zhen smiled slightly and confirmed that he was not in the illusion.
This is actually a detection method. The illusion will be simulated according to the human mind's thoughts. If the response sounds like what Tang Zhen expected, it means that you are in an illusion at this moment.
A completely different rhythm proves the authenticity of the world.
It is true that he has lost all his cultivation and is trapped in a cage. The monks in Loucheng have the same experience as him.
The tapping exchange between the two parties did not last long before a burst of heavy footsteps was heard.
A strong man with various weird decorations on his body and a ferocious mask came to the front of the prison where Tang Zhen was.
Tang Zhen stopped knocking and looked at the strong man silently through the solid fence.
"You dare to make trouble even when you are about to die?"
As the strong man spoke, he slowly walked towards Tang Zhen and pulled out something from the long wooden sheath on his waist.
It looks like an octopus tentacle that has been chopped off, with the surface covered in mucus and sharp crescent-shaped barbs.
As he approached the cage, he whipped Tang Zhen hard.
Tang Zhen was already on guard and leaned back violently to avoid the attack.
"You still dare to hide?"
The whip failed to hit Tang Zhen, which made the strong man very annoyed, and he rushed to the cell door in an angry manner.
He reached out and tried to grab the cage railing, but when he was about to make contact, he hesitated.
"hehe……"
Tang Zhen, who was lying on the ground, suddenly let out a burst of ridicule, low but clear and harsh.
The strong man who was hesitant at first suddenly grabbed the railings of the cage with his palms after hearing the laughter.
The railing instantly became soft, and the strong man walked in easily.
"See if I don't beat you to death!"
He angrily raised the long whip in his hand and whipped it towards Tang Zhen again, wishing to cut him in half.
However, Tang Zhen raised his arms and faced the whip with the shackles on his hands.
The whip, covered with sharp barbs and like the tentacles of a living creature, hit the shackles just right.
As the two parties came into contact, Tang Zhen smelled a fishy smell, spreading from the cold and wet whip.
Without any hesitation, Tang Zhen grabbed the squirming whip with one hand and slammed into the strong man with all his strength.
Because he was wearing shackles, Tang Zhen was unable to accelerate and assist, but he still knocked the strong man upside down and flew away.
He staggered back a few steps and bumped into the railing.
Tang Zhen grabbed the whip and wrapped it around the strong man's neck in an instant.
Pulling it down hard, the strong man groaned, and blood continued to flow down his neck.
Tang Zhen's palms were full of wounds, but as if he didn't notice it, he swung the shackles and hit the strong man's head.
"Bang!"
The blow was solid and hard, making the strong man groan and struggle to resist.
Tang Zhen had no expression on his face, he just waved the shackles and kept hitting the strong man's head.
The strong body of the strong man had become as soft as mud, and he could no longer resist.
Tang Zhen didn't stop, and continued to hit with an expressionless expression until the other party stopped making any movement at all.
Tang Zhen slowly straightened up, trembling involuntarily, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
It turns out that there are toxins on the whip, which can double the pain to an almost unbearable level.
Even a man like Tang Zhen, who could not change his face even if he was struck with a knife or an ax, felt that he could no longer bear it.
At this moment, Tang Zhen not only lost all his cultivation, but even his body's senses became like a mortal.
Obviously the other party uses this poison to punish those disobedient prisoners.
Fortunately, his strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, and his sense of fighting had not been wiped out, so Tang Zhen was able to kill the strong man.
During the fight just now, several prisoners on the opposite side had been watching with cold eyes.
Tang Zhen won, but they remained expressionless, as if it had nothing to do with them.
Including the man who looked exactly like the Loucheng monk, who did not respond to Tang Zhen, but just stood in the darkness and observed silently.
Slowly approaching the body, Tang Zhen began to slowly explore and touch the strong man's body.
There were not many items on the opponent's body, only some bottles containing some dried ointment and a black dagger.
He took off the mask, revealing a dead face, covered with colorful tattoos.
The most common ones are accessories, with different shapes and materials, and they can be found in various parts of the body.
These ornaments represented the wealth of a strong man, but in Tang Zhen's eyes, they were not worth a penny at all.
Grabbing the black dagger, Tang Zhen tried to pry open the shackles, but it had no effect at all.
Tang Zhen took his time and carefully observed the shackles and handcuffs and found that they were probably glued together by some kind of substance.
It's like glue, it can't be pulled apart at all.
Looking at the dried blood on the shackles, Tang Zhen thought for a while and cut a wound on his leg with a knife.
Blood flowed out quickly, reaching the joint of the shackles by Tang Zhen, and quickly seeping into it.
After waiting for about ten seconds, Tang Zhen inserted the black dagger into the gap and then pried it hard.
"Click."
The shackles, which were originally tightly bonded, split into two halves and fell from Tang Zhen's ankles.
"As expected."
When Tang Zhen saw the shape of the torture instruments, he remembered what he had seen in the past, which was very similar to the situation in front of him.
I tried it and it turned out to be very effective.
The blood of the imprisoned is the key to unlocking the shackles, which represents the goodness of God and his willingness to give the imprisoned a chance of life.
If you can discover the secret and open it, it means you can suffer less pain.
But just removing the instruments of torture does not reduce or exempt the punishment.
If it cannot be found, the instrument will automatically escape after death if its blood is stained with it.
After finding a way to remove the shackles, the next thing became much easier, and the handcuffs were soon taken off.
Picking up the whip and black dagger, Tang Zhen came to the bars of the prison cage and pushed outwards hard.
The railing is as hard as steel and does not move at all.
Recalling what he had seen before, Tang Zhen came to the strong man's body, grabbed his hand and looked at it carefully.
Soon Tang Zhen's eyes fell on a ring, and he raised the black dagger and struck it hard.
Grabbing the bloody ring, Tang Zhen put it on his finger and walked back to the railing of the cage.
He reached out and touched it lightly, and the railing, which was originally as hard as steel, instantly became like dough.
Pushing the soft railing aside, Tang Zhen stepped into the passage and looked at the surrounding environment again.