Just as he closed the bedside table drawer, the door was violently pushed open. Standing at the door was Ling Ran, who was red and bloody. Zhou Xiang was heartbroken and cried. He patted the bed and said, "Come here, I'll disinfect you and apply medicine."

"Okay." Ling Ran sat down next to his wife. As long as his wife was okay, he was glad.

Zhou Xiang gently applied iodine with cotton wool, sprinkled some powder on it, and finally wrapped it with a bandage. "Luckily, I was taken care of while I was unconscious."

"It's a man." Ling Ran said angrily. He saw with his own eyes a man cleaning the blood stains and applying medicine to his wife.

Zhou thought for a moment, then laughed and said, "The man you saw must be another clone. Is a puppet considered a man? He's not even a human. That coward can only hide in the dark. Don't pay attention to him. It's a pity that our ring is gone. Otherwise, why would we use such low-quality powder?"

Ling Ran looked at his bare fingers, feeling a little aggrieved. "Just take it away! And they even took our wedding rings."

In a certain room, an old man was studying the four rings he had taken from Zhou Xiang and Ling Ran's hands. One pair of gold rings looked like they were bought from an ordinary gold shop, and the other pair looked very simple and antique. They must have belonged to Zhou Xiang and Ling Ran. However, he had tried many times but couldn't open them.

Didn't it say that as long as one's spiritual power was greater than the spiritual power in the ring, one could erase the opponent's traces? Why had he been trying for so long and still couldn't open it? Could it be that the opponent's spiritual power was greater than his?

This thought frightened him. No way? Could two people who couldn't practice cultivation have a higher spiritual power than him?

The strangest thing is Zhou Xiang, who doesn't know how to practice but knows a lot about it. He is obviously an ordinary person, but he not only got a storage ring, but can also use his mental power to open the ring.

After bandaging his lover, Zhou Xiang opened the wardrobe in the room, took out the largest set, and threw it to Ling Ran, "Put it on!"

People have to bow their heads under the eaves

After his lover put on his clothes, Zhou Xiang patted the bed again and said, "Come, take a rest. Just treat it as a vacation. Regain your spirit first."

Hiding in the bed, the two exchanged information in a low voice and told each other about their experiences.

"Ling Ran, you were able to survive because you've had training in this area. I was able to survive because I used too much liquid medicine. After all, you and Xianxian gave me a lot of the original liquid and nothing happened."

Ling Ran hugged his wife tightly, "Be more careful, don't let him find out."

"OK!"

After they woke up from their sleep and washed up, they heard a knock on the door, "Dinner is ready."

The two exchanged glances, and Ling Ran opened the door. Outside was a mobile food cart, pushed by two identical young men. "Little brother, what time is it now?"

A young man handed Ling Ran two lunch boxes and chopsticks, ignored Ling Ran's words, and pushed the food cart away.

Ling Ran stared at the backs of the two men, then turned around and closed the door.

Zhou Xiang took a lunch box and said, "They must be clones again. Don't try to find out anything. Just eat!"

Ling Ran looked at the lunch box in his hand and shrugged. "Eat it!" Man is made of iron and rice is made of steel. Whether it's poisonous or not, there's no choice.

This went on for many days. Apart from the two young men who were sent there on time, no one else was seen, so the two simply walked out of the room.

The house is designed like a basement, with rooms on both sides of a corridor.

There are about ten rooms in each, and at the end of the room, the corridor seems to turn left.

Thinking of what the man said: "We passed the first level," Ling Ran asked, "Wife, this pervert won't give us countless levels and only negotiate terms with us or face to face after we pass them, right?"

Zhou Xiang shook his head. "Why not go through customs? Since they said they won't let us out again, why would we go through customs? We're exhausted, eating three boxed lunches a day, and there's not even any meat. Don't waste your energy."

Since his wife didn't plan to complete the game, Ling Ran gave up and asked, "Then, what about us?"

"Go back to your room and sleep. It's been a long time since I've had such a leisurely day. Let's talk about it after we've had enough sleep."

Seeing the two people who had finally left the room retreat back in, the old man wanted to drag them out. Didn't he call him a coward? Why didn't these two dare to even leave the room?

He couldn't think of any activities to do this week, so he just stayed indoors. How could he check her differences? He couldn't open the ring after trying many ways, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

After a few more days, the old man finally couldn't hold on any longer, "Zhou Xiang."

"Stop making noise, I'm sleeping!" Zhou Xiang was impatient. She planned to just muddle through. Why did this turtle bastard come to provoke her again?

"Zhou Xiang." The owner of the voice was unyielding and insisted on waking her up.

"Oh! Are you annoying?" Zhou Xiang threw back the quilt and sat up. "Can you please let me sleep well?"

"Are you really going to spend your whole life eating and sleeping like this?"

"What else?" Zhou Xiang yawned. "You're not going to let me go. If I don't live like this for the rest of my life, do I have to practice cultivation and break your tortoise shell?"

The voice paused slightly, and then continued to seduce: "Don't you want to see Jiang Weizhong and Luo Mingyuan?"

"No!" Zhou Xiang said angrily, "For them, I have fallen into your trap. Why should I look at them? If they had suffered a great crime, they would have committed suicide long ago if they had any backbone. If they had no backbone, they would definitely blame others.

If they hadn't suffered, I wouldn't want to see them anymore. For them, we've sacrificed our freedom."

The old man felt that Zhou Xiang was just a slippery loach, too slippery to tackle. "Aren't you afraid of your family?"

"That's perfect," Zhou Xiang said indifferently, "the whole family can be reunited here with you."

Zhou Xiang didn't play by the rules, which annoyed the owner of the voice. He threatened, "What if I use them as experimental subjects?"

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