The darkness was as thick as solidified asphalt, swallowing up all light and strangling all sounds.
Fang Mo stepped over the threshold and the sole of his boot touched the ground, but there was no response.
This is not a description, but a physical disappearance.
Fang Mo The moment the sole of the foot touched the ground, the trace of sound waves that should have been transmitted through the vibration of the air was forcibly erased by some invisible force at the moment of birth.
The whole world fell into an extremely absurd silence.
The Adam's apple rolled, and the vocal cords tore through the air, trying to make some sound, but the eardrums could not receive any feedback.
This feeling of suffocation is maddening. The whole world has been locked in a vacuum bottle, leaving only the physiological noise inside the body that is usually ignored. It is infinitely amplified and roars like thunder.
Boom, boom, boom.
The sound of the heart pumping blood was like thunder, echoing in the chest.
Blah, blah.
The sound of blood washing against the walls of blood vessels is like the rushing of the Yangtze River, causing pain in the brain.
Even the peristaltic sound of the Stomach Palace's intestines turned into a tooth-piercing friction sound at this moment.
Fang Mo frowned. Under the attack of this absolute silence and the noise in the body, ordinary people would have a nervous breakdown, scratch their eardrums, or go crazy and self-mutilate within half a quarter of an hour.
No wonder the two jailers who escorted him went crazy when they returned.
This does not mean being imprisoned, it is clearly throwing someone's Divine Soul into a millstone and crushing it bit by bit.
"Humph."
Fang Mo snorted coldly in his heart.
Soul Depth, that faint blue Cold Pond suddenly made waves.
[Still Water Mirror], open.
Cold thoughts instantly washed over his body, forcing down the irritability and fear caused by sensory confusion. Fang Mo's eyes were covered with a light layer of water, and the vision that was originally obscured by darkness became clear and picturesque at this moment.
This is a Prison Cell which is not spacious.
The four walls are not blue bricks, but some kind of sound-absorbing Black Brown Rock, which is covered with scratches.
Fang Mo's gaze crossed the empty ground and penetrated into the corner.
There is a person sitting there.
In other words, it is a Humanoid Skeleton that can still breathe.
The man was wearing a prison uniform whose color was no longer distinguishable. His hair was as thin as dry grass and was messily tangled.
The most eye-catching thing is his left leg, which is empty below the knee. The wound is not a smooth cut cut by a sharp blade, but jagged, as if it was eaten by some kind of beast - or even a human.
At this time, the old man was lowering his head and holding a Bone White Musical Instrument in his hand.
That's no ordinary flute or Xiao.
It was a rod made from the leg bones of an unknown beast, with a fist-sized, dried and shrunken dog head inlaid on the top.
The dog's mouth opened wide, revealing its long fangs, which served as the trumpet of the suona.
Fang Mo narrowed his eyes and pressed his right hand on the handle of the knife at his waist.
This isn't right.
Severe criminals in Heavenly Prison, especially those imprisoned deep in Block C, will be dealt with extremely harshly before being imprisoned.
Mortal prisoners, wearing Pipa Bones, have trouble with their hands and hamstrings.
Martial arts masters use Bone Piercing Nail to block Acupoints and destroy Dantian's energy and blood.
As for the strong ones above Organ Refining Realm, although it is difficult to completely abolish the physical body with Viscera Temple and Divine Ability, the master of the Punishment Department must set a ban, seal Viscera Temple, cut off Connection Between Person and Divine Treasure, and make it a useless person.
But the old man in front of him not only has no shackles on his body, but even the Distorted Sounding Eerie Force Field that exudes all the time is so fresh.
This is clearly [Bone Devouring Sound God King]'s Divine Ability--Myriad Sounds Extinguished.
Being able to do this means that the seal in this old guy's body has long been broken. It can even be said that he reopened Divine Treasury in this dark cell.
Zheng!
Blood Soul was half an inch out of its sheath, and the red light drew a line of blood in the darkness.
At this moment, the old man seemed to sense murderous intent.
He didn't raise his head, but his fingers, as skinny as chicken feet, gently pressed on the sound hole of Dog Head Suona.
No sound came out.
But Fang Mo's face turned pale in an instant.
Woo--!!!
An extremely shrill suona sound, like the sound of thousands of ghosts crying in the grave, exploded inside his body without any warning.
Not in the ears, but in the lungs!
Fang Mo I felt as if thousands of tiny steel files were stuffed into my chest, pulling crazily along with the silent melody.
Alveoli trembled, bronchial spasms, and every breath became a torture like a lag.
That is the resonance of fear originating from deep within the organs.
The lungs govern the soul and sorrow, Governs Fear.
This old guy not only repaired Ear Divine Treasury, but also opened Lung Divine Treasury!
He used [Bone Listening Sound Swallowing] to deprive the outside world of sounds, and then used [Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form] to play the music of fear within the enemy's body.
This is not a lunatic. He is clearly a devil who has mastered the art of killing to his core.
Poof.
A mouthful of blood welled up in his throat. Fang Mo couldn't hold it back, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
But the severe pain did not make him flinch, but instead aroused the ferocious violence in his bones.
"Want to play a tune to send me off?"
Fang Mo swallowed the blood foam and showed a ferocious smile on his face.
"It depends on whether you have the fate to take this reward!"