LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 541 Jailer
Chapter 541 Jailer
Snapped.
He landed firmly, and then another burst of unexplained electricity shot up from the soles of his feet, almost stopping Chen Ze from doing a tap dance.
Looking up, the embolism ahead was still forming, blocking the view.
But precisely because the movement was so conspicuous, Chen Ze no longer had to worry about losing track of the jailer at the front.
So he simply slowed down and followed the rhythm of the crane tail gradually dissipating in front of him.
Chen Ze observed carefully along the way. All the cells along the way were emptied, and all the prisoners were filled into the corridors. Only the broken mud-like walls around them remained motionless, stronger than copper walls and iron walls.
Obviously, the source of this series of chain reactions in the prison is mostly related to the deaths of Zhu Liankui.
Although this change was unexpected, it was not a bad thing for Chen Ze.
He had originally wanted to empty the prison, but now his wish came true.
When all the coverings are removed, the real core of the prison's operation will naturally be revealed - the real prisoner.
Constant repetition makes it easy for people to forget the passage of time.
After that, Chen Ze met three more Zhu Liankui.
One of them was crying and unable to communicate, the other was so excited that he couldn't stop dancing, and the last one was able to communicate.
"Too many! There are too many people!" Zhu No. 11 also looked worried.
"We don't have enough manpower to accommodate so many prisoners!"
"If this continues, we will have no choice but to take the blame!"
Chen Ze didn't refute while listening, he had some concerns in his heart, and just followed him silently with the three of them.
Until the grief-stricken one cried out his tears, the over-excited one shouted hoarsely, and even the still calm Zhu No. 11 sighed repeatedly.
The embolism in front finally stopped.
In other words, it breaks the dynamic balance of post-elimination and pre-emergence.
As the "tail" gradually turned into an illusion and mixed with electric light, it poured into the wall, and the scene at the front was finally revealed again.
There was still no sign of the jailer, but the long and deep corridor came to an end.
The front is no longer a corner, but replaced by a rotunda. The interior is as dark as before, only illuminated by the electric light that explodes from time to time as the prisoners dissipate. A dozen doors scattered in a ring around the edge can be vaguely seen.
Behind each door there seemed to be an equally dark passage.
Just as Chen Ze and his party were about to step into the hall, they came face to face with a menacing group of people.
"Get away!" The other party was a group of vicious prisoners who were waiting for an opportunity to escape while the jailer was away.
The corridor is at its narrowest at this point, and there is absolutely no room for two groups of people walking towards each other.
The brave wins when we meet on a narrow road.
call out!
Before the other party could finish his cruel words, Chen Ze was wrapped in a ball of bright light and crashed into it. The sharp blade swam back and forth like thunder for several times, leaving only corpses everywhere.
This hand restrained all the prisoners who were still ready to move. They only dared to step back and watch Chen Ze step into the hall.
"Where is the jailer?" Chen Ze lowered the tip of his knife and shouted to the crowd.
"Take the person in and behead him!" Someone responded boldly, and others also pointed to the passage where the jailer entered.
This is the only open passage, and the door is ajar.
All other entrance doors are locked.
"Let's go." Chen Ze turned around and was about to call the Zhu Liankui to go in together, but he saw another Zhu Liankui behind him.
"It's me!" Later, Zhu Liankui didn't feel angry at all.
"All the cells are empty!"
"The real prisoners must be among these people!"
"Who are you?" Chen Ze approached with a knife.
"It's me!" The other party pointed at Chen Ze's knife in a panic.
"I gave this knife to you!"
After he finished, he pointed to a raised wooden board behind him and the large pit connected to it.
"I came up from the ditch!"
Oh, it turned out to be Zhu Liankui, or Zhu Liankui No. 1, who was a professional tunnel driller that he met for the first time.
"Should we split up?" Zhu Liankui No. 1 pointed at the prisoners,
"The real prisoner is either in here or through that door."
"Split it up, how?" Chen Ze shook his head, expecting these old men to work hard is no different from delivering food.
He had a simpler solution.
"Block the corridor." Chen Ze weighed the boning knife and turned to face the prisoners with different expressions in the hall.
"Let me check them one by one."
puff.
The still-sharp knife sank into the fresh chest again, and then when it was pulled out, blood and vitality spurted out.
"Uh, ho"
thump.
As the last prisoner fell to the ground, Chen Ze put away his knife and looked around. There was no one in the hall except himself and Zhu Liankui No. 1.
The other three Zhu Liankui were all frightened to death on the spot. In the end, only the Zhu Liankui they met at the beginning was left.
"There isn't one here." The old man spoke with tremors, and he didn't know whether he was frightened or excited.
"Then he must have been brought in by the jailer!"
"Here it is!"
He pointed to the only passage with an open door.
There was no one else alive in the entire prison.
Chen Ze didn't waste any more words and strode forward with a sharp knife in hand.
There was no light inside the door, and because the prisoners were exhausted, there was no more lightning flashing, making it difficult to see.
If only his eyesight could recover a little longer. Chen Ze thought, and his eyes became really clear.
Looking up, there is a narrower corridor than the previous corridor. A few steps away, there are branches, and further forward, there are more and more complicated branches.
Chen Ze walked into the nearest fork to investigate, and there were also forks in the fork.
The entire walkway structure is like the veins of a leaf or a flat branch, with complex branches branching off on the basis of the main trunk.
"Maybe we should take the middle path." Zhu Liankui, who was keeping pace next to him, suggested.
Chen Ze also thought so, so he abandoned many "tree branches" and returned to the main road together, moving along the main direction.
Screams and howls gradually floated ahead. It seemed that the road was shorter than imagined.
The two of them walked forward in silence until a few arcs of lightning leaped into their eyes out of thin air, illuminating the figures.
All the remaining prisoners gathered here and stood silently.
Chen Ze clenched the sharp knife and looked across the wall, seeing the jailer in black still busy picking up and moving the prisoners one by one, and then smashing their heads against the thick wall at the end of the corridor.
It is said to be a wall, but the texture is very different from the earth wall that I am tired of seeing.
As I got closer, I could clearly see that the wall was dark red in color, soft and elastic in texture, undulating like writhing muscles, and extending in an arc upward, downward, left, right, and inward. Even the ground was covered with a large area.
It was like a huge mouth biting this walkway from the front.
The desperate prisoners were smashed into each other one by one, and then flashed with electric arcs and were slowly absorbed by the wall of flesh, swallowing up all traces.
Is this execution?
Chen Ze did not cover up the movement, but the jailer seemed to have no time to pay attention to him, and continued the execution on his own.
Soon, the prisoners were all squandered, but the jailer was lying on the flesh wall non-stop and beating them.
"How could this happen?" Zhu Liankui looked around, his face clouded,
"The prisoners are all dead. That's right, I checked every room. They were all taken here." "Where are the real prisoners!"
"That's wrong." Chen Ze suddenly stood in front of Zhu Liankui.
"What's wrong?" Zhu Liankui asked.
"You are absolutely wrong to say that all the prisoners are dead."
The flesh wall behind him flashed with electric arcs under the beating of the jailer. The light projected over and distorted Chen Ze's shadow, covering Zhu Liankui tightly like a net.
"Isn't there one prisoner left?"
Chen Zeyi looked at the old man pointedly.
"What are you talking about?" Zhu Liankui paused.
He finally reacted, and the expression on his face changed drastically.
"No, no, it's not me!"
crackling-
There was a sudden thunderbolt, and the light and shadow were messy, making Chen Ze's face become more and more gloomy.
He raised the sharp knife.
"Don't come here!" Zhu Liankui backed away with fear on his face.
"Think about it carefully." Chen Ze pressed forward step by step.
"Why did you happen to be in the same cell with me as soon as I came in?"
"You said the real prisoners have been hiding in the prison for all these years."
"Isn't it you that I'm talking about?"
"No, no, no, that's not it!" Zhu Liankui's face became increasingly pale, only his lips were blue, as if he was using all his remaining strength to explain,
"No, that's not right."
"There are obviously others!"
As if he had found a life-saving straw, Zhu Liankui's eyes suddenly widened, and the folds around his eyes stretched.
"You just met him!"
"Other me. People who look like me!"
"But they are all dead." Chen Ze playfully moved the sharp knife between his fingers.
"You are the only one left alive."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light exploded from the tip of the blade, and the sharp knife was already out of his hand!
"No!" Zhu Liankui, who was almost blinded by the flash, lost his balance with his left foot and right foot and fell to the ground, but the expected severe pain did not hit him as expected.
He trembled and opened his eyes, only to see that Chen Ze had turned his back to him.
"You're right." Chen Zezhen shouted towards the flesh wall, a sharp knife was inserted diagonally into it.
"You're not the only one who's still alive."
"And him."
jailer!
If there is anyone in the prison who best fits the characteristics of a prisoner, it is probably the jailer who is dark under the lamp.
At this time, the flesh wall seemed to be stimulated, and countless granulations appeared in rows where the sharp knife was inserted, squeezing out foreign objects bit by bit.
puff.
The sharp knife fell to the ground.
But the countless flesh buds did not stop there. Instead, they stuck together to form a human-shaped outline, and then protruded outward until the
Crackling.
With the fine arc of electricity, a brand new prisoner was "born" with his prison uniform.
Seeing this scene, the busy jailer took out his notebook and scribbled, as if to arrange a cell location for the prisoners.
"I understand!" Zhu Liankui jumped back with courage from nowhere, pointed at the jailer and said urgently,
"You are right, he, this jailer is the real prisoner in the prison!"
"In all these years, I've never seen him stop."
"His clothes were originally yellow, but they became so dirty later!"
"He's trapped! The punishment is never-ending toil!"
Chen Ze was more direct. In the blink of an eye, he jumped in front of the wall of flesh. He stood on tiptoe, hooked the handle of the knife and gently picked it up. The sharp knife returned to his hand.
There were no words, only the flash of the sword.
呲.
The jailer who had already closed the paper suddenly lowered his head and flipped the pages again, just in time to avoid the blade and let the sharp knife embed into the flesh wall again.
The wall of flesh made its first move for the second time, piercing the electric arc like a whining sound, causing a sharp hiss in the air.
The jailer then raised his head. The black mask on his face showed no expression, but he pulled away and retreated.
Want to run?
Chen Ze raised his foot and stepped on the wall, used the strength to pull out the sharp knife, stepped on the wall and ran quickly, and in a few steps he was right in front of the jailer.
All the signs just now indicate that there is some connection between the jailer and Zhu Liankui.
So Chen Ze was curious, is there that familiar old face hidden under this mask?
Zhu Liankui!
Whizzing--
Amid the sound of breaking wind, Chen Ze slashed with his sword, blocking all the jailer's escape routes.
But the opponent actually had no movement skills at all, his clumsy dodging movements were inconsistent, and the mask on his face was immediately cut off in half.
Seeing this, Chen Ze stopped trying. He rolled over and flicked his wrist. The blade of the knife was raised up. It cut right into the gap under the mask and pulled out the entire mask as if peeling off the skin.
And underneath the mask.
"Ah!" Zhu Liankui, who was watching, screamed.
"What the hell is he!"
There is no face under the mask, and the entire head and neck is just a big hole!
Chen Ze was equally surprised, but the movement of his hand did not change at all, and the sword light changed again, reflecting layers of double shadows that enveloped the jailer like a rain curtain.
When the sword light slowed down and returned to normal, the jailer's limbs and even his neck had been cut off, leaving only the oval torso remaining.
The rags of his robe were flying in confusion. Chen Ze raised his knife and looked at it carefully. The blade was already full of gaps.
He planned to chop the jailer into pieces in one go, but the remaining part was surprisingly hard and couldn't be chopped at all.
So what was left on the ground was covered with a dark hard shell, like a fruit core magnified countless times.
Before Chen Ze could take a second look, the ground softened and sunk, allowing the hard ball to slowly sink into it.
"Ah——" The old man screamed loudly again. I don't know if he had practiced bel canto when he was young.
"The floor moved!"
Needless to say, Chen Ze also noticed that the originally flat mud began to fluctuate without warning, causing him to jump a few steps sideways without finding a place to set his feet.
Not only that, the surrounding indestructible stone walls also fluctuated, rhythmically following the rhythm of the wall of flesh at the end, like a floating boat on the sea tossing and swaying.
Gradually, every inch of the ground seemed to come alive, and the entire sealed corridor seemed to be twitching like a tentacle or an organ.
In this continuous "wave", Chen Ze had already climbed up the wall that was unclear whether it was the ceiling or the floor, and stabbed it with a sharp knife that was still intact to use his strength to climb.
Regardless of whether the jailer was the real prisoner or not, at least its disintegration did cause abnormal movement. However, Chen Ze originally thought that the prison would collapse directly, but he didn't want to waver for a long time without intending to disintegrate.
Moreover, the wall of flesh at the end quickly bulged in an exaggerated way, and countless flesh bubbles broke away from the surface and turned into brand-new factory prisoners.
It seemed as if something hard had been pushed in from the outside, separated by this layer of fleshy membrane, and the combination of the two gave birth to these prisoners.
Moreover, the rate of prisoner generation skyrocketed as if it were overloaded, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of prisoners had already transformed.
This is not going to work. Chen Ze's eyes were sharp, he stopped climbing and waited for the opportunity.
Soon, a wave of waves came after him, in the right direction. He immediately drew the knife and lost the force, and then the swinging force threw him to the end.
Throw it towards the wall of flesh.
(End of this chapter)