He stepped into the cell through the big hole, walked to the corner and looked carefully, and found that there were not only words in the corner, but also a lot of densely packed words.
"Benjamin, you don't have to die well, Benjamin, you don't have to die well..."
This line was very long, and seemed to be repeated all the time. I wrote about eighty lines, and then suddenly stopped.
"God has eyes, hahahahahahahahahaha..."
There are not many times of this sentence, but there are quite a few. The engraver's handwriting is crooked, but you can feel his happiness from the words.
The problem behind is that Wuming reads faster and faster, mainly because there are too many meaningless contents.
Some of them were cursing people, and Wuming suspected that they were cursing a certain jailer or a certain warden. Compared with the bad death before, they gradually developed into more uncivilized patterns.
Wuming didn't look carefully, mainly because he didn't want to be stained by these dirty words.
Finally, finally some useful information.
"I am the fat king, and I will probably be trapped in this **** place for the rest of my life. I will leave my skills here. After I die, if anyone comes after me and enters the cell, they can learn my skills."
If you have no chance to escape, remember to leave your own skills. In the future, as your skills continue to increase, someone will always be able to escape from this ghost place.
I only have one request, kill all the jailers and kill the warden!!!"
Next, a skill is engraved below.
This technique is called "Precious Fat Vajra Kung Fu". Although the name makes it sound like a second-rate technique, Wuming found out after reading it that this technique is actually very powerful.
If this skill can be refined to the level of Fat King, the attack power may not be very good, but in terms of defense power, it is estimated that few people in the world can break his defense.
"No wonder that monster's defense is so strong. It may be because he practiced the "Precious Fat Vajra Kung Fu"." Wuming wrote down the technique and couldn't help but think to himself.
Of course, in addition to the effect of "Precious Fat Vajra Kung Fu", the energy leaked from the Eternal Silence Space is also key, otherwise the effect of "Precious Fat Vajra Kung Fu" alone will not be able to prevent nameless attacks.
Because Wuming is one of the few people in the world who can break through the defense of "Precious Fat Vajra Kung Fu".
"This technique can be given to Fatty, but after we go back, we need a Kung Fu doctor to verify whether the technique is reliable, so as not to prevent Fat King from secretly tampering with the technique." Wuming thought.
It is estimated that King Fat himself didn't even think of engraving the technique. As a result, there was no second prisoner in the cell, and the technique actually made him more advantageous.
Wuming continued reading. There were a lot of words behind the exercises, and some shortcuts for practicing the "Precious Fat Vajra Exercise" were also recorded, such as eating fat and eating a lot of fat.
If it is the same kind of fat, it can even be absorbed using exercises to greatly strengthen one's own strength after eating it.
When Wuming saw this sentence, he guessed why King Fat was imprisoned in the Prison Tower of Eternal Silence.
A demonic cultivator with extremely perverted defenses would have no choice but to be locked up if he couldn't be killed. Maybe the person who caught him was the second warden, Benjamin, so he kept scolding Benjamin.
Later, when Benjamin died, he happily wrote "God has eyes".
However, in Wuming's opinion, the death of the devil King Fat is the real sign of God's foresight.
"Sir, what are you looking at?" Jessica stepped forward cautiously and tried to get as close as possible to Wuming. Seeing Wuming looking at the wall with bright eyes, she couldn't help but ask.
Curiosity killed the cat, it’s not unreasonable.
She was scared to death just now, but when she saw Wuming squatting in the corner as if looking at something, she couldn't help but come closer.
Wuming said calmly: "Nothing."
These words are very, very small and cannot be seen with Jessica's eyesight. It is estimated that Fat King usually sits in this corner with his huge body. The guards patrol cannot see these words, and the warden does not come under normal circumstances.
, so I was fooled by Fat King.
Of course, maybe it doesn't matter even if the warden and the others know about it, because all the wardens are sure that Fat King will always be locked up here, and no other prisoners will enter this cell at all, and it will be useless for him to do anything.
The words engraved on the back of King Fatty are basically meaningless, maybe because the years are too long, and he has many stories of himself engraved on the back.
However, some stories are repeated, and some stories are inconsistent, and I don't know whether they are true or false.
Maybe some of the so-called 'experiences' were just boring fantasies that King Fat had over the long years, and he could no longer tell which ones were fantasies and which ones were real real-life experiences.
To be honest, Wuming felt a creepy feeling in his heart when he looked at the words carved by Fatty King.
Boredom may be the most terrifying enemy of eternal life.
"Let's go!"
After reading all the words, Wuming exhaled slightly, stood up and said.
He turned around and saw Jessica staring at the corner intently, as if she wanted to see a flower in the corner. The problem was that some black lines had appeared on her face.
Moreover, all the bloodshot eyes in her eyes turned black.
She is contaminated!
It's just that the level of pollution is not high, so she doesn't feel it herself.
Wuming checked himself first, and after making sure that he was not contaminated, he looked at Jessica and asked: "How do you feel?"
"Sir, what's the matter?" Jessica asked in confusion.
Wuming stepped forward and observed her face carefully. She thought that Wuming was lusting after her at this time, so she immediately blinked, showing a shy and expectant expression, and asked: "Sir, if you want,
I...I can cooperate."
"Shut up." Wuming frowned and said bluntly.
Jessica felt the nameless murderous intent, and it was as if she had been poured cold water on her. Her body shook violently, and the screen owner hurriedly took her breath and stood still obediently.
"Feel your body carefully. Are there any changes?" Wuming said at this time.
Jessica was stunned for a moment. She was about to feel any changes in her body, but suddenly she noticed the wrong color of her hand out of the corner of her eye. She looked at her hand and was immediately shocked.
She didn't know when her hands grew scales, and each scale had black bloodshot threads spreading, which looked very weird and terrifying.
"Sir, am I contaminated? Please, save me, save me!" she said in panic.
Wuming frowned and said: "Shut up and be quiet!"
"..."
Jessica's murderous aura aroused and she immediately calmed down, but her eyes were filled with uneasiness as she looked straight at Wuming.
"I can't feel the power of the black tide at all, and there is no special energy in the air. Where does the pollution come from? Underfoot?" Wuming glanced at the ground and thought in his mind.
The problem is that after they came up, their feet did not actually touch the ground, but were suspended a few millimeters above the ground.
oh.
Catwoman Jessica was unconscious just now and was lying on the ground. Was she infected at that time?