Chapter 126 Borrowing a Name

Evander looked ahead and agreed, "It's rare."

He suddenly looked at the man in surprise, "Just such a short distance, and you know there aren't any buildings?"

Tu Xing responded, "In my impression, the forbidden area is full of weeds and swamps. I'm not from the same hometown as you, so naturally what I see and hear is different."

He glanced around at the nearby area, selected a tree, and climbed easily and nimbly to the top, observing the Black Castle from above.

He glanced down at Evander and saw that he hadn't come up yet, so he took out his pocket watch and turned it.

Same old rules, five hours.

Tu Xing came back to his senses, squinted his eyes and looked down, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

In a moment of crisis, this man did not hesitate to use himself as a scapegoat.

In order to verify the effect of the changed method, Tu Xing rotated again.

It's not the third time either, it's just the right amount, and I'm worried about losing my original sensitivity and vigilance in dealing with crises.

Tu Xing put away and tied up the shoulder bag, slid down, and walked straight towards the castle.

Evander was chattering in the back, but the young man ignored most of it and paid no attention.

When they got closer, the noisy people immediately fell silent and looked at the thick thorns on the ground with a wary look.

Even if you have never seen a thorn before, you know that something this thick is very abnormal.

They were twisted like human limbs, and one could even barely make out the different parts of a person. A rough count revealed that there were at least dozens of them, not counting those at the rear of the castle.

Evander couldn't help but swallow, "This is weird, are you sure you want to go in?"

Tu Xing still turned a deaf ear to the call and shuttled through the thorns.

When there was no space ahead for people to walk, he stepped on the thorns, and his body was as light as the feathers floating slightly on his body.

After three ups and downs, he landed near the castle and nimbly turned into a small path that was only wide enough for one person, with walls on both sides.

At the end of the road, you will find yourself inside the castle.

The sound of the heavy rain outside had weakened a lot, and my heartbeat and breathing became obvious.

Without any hesitation, he passed through the empty corridors and dilapidated halls like a ghost.

Coming to a place that looked like a living room, Tu Xing walked to the wall behind the sofa and gently broke a brick with his gloved hands.

His eyes flashed, and he took great pains to get out of the position, and because of the retrospective pocket watch, he became unnoticed.

According to their words, many parties are looking for this thing, and there are some people with extraordinary means.

Tu Xing became more careful with his hands and put the talisman paper, chain and bag into his pocket intact.

As if racing against time, he didn't bother to look closely and turned to walk towards the deepest part of the castle.

In the center of the castle - an open-air area, there stood a rusty iron frame.

A man was handcuffed to a metal frame welded deep into the ground with heavy chains in the shape of a cross.

The man lowered his head, looked as haggard as a stick, and his whole body was covered with dirt, making his appearance unrecognizable.

Several clusters of black thorns were entangled around him, and a sharp end was hovering above the skin of his heart, as if it would bite into it at any time.

Tu Xing stood silently in front of him, and was a little hesitant when it came to taking the next step.

If he succeeded, he wouldn't have to be afraid of Celilda anymore, nor would he have to stay in the palace all the time. He could walk around there without any worries.

But...if I fail, I'm afraid I'll die here.

Now, you just need to turn around and leave, you can make some money and get away with it easily.

Just then, a hoarse and dry voice sounded, "What? Someone changed?"

Tu Xing lowered her eyes and met the man's tired but sharp eyes.

The young man finally opened his lips slightly, his voice deliberately lowered, imitating some inhuman rhythm:

"Coming here to investigate under the orders of the Lord of Lava Corruption."

The one he was trying to cling to was the real god that possessed the divine and demonic power within him.

He rubbed his fingertips with his gold-patterned hands and said to himself: Sorry to borrow my name.

And this place... is indeed the realm of gods. A gleam of light flashed in Tu Xing's eyes.

The prisoner twitched his lips, as if mocking, "The Lord of Fallen Lava?"

He lowered his head: "Oh... I know who it is."

"Who did he believe? I swear, I didn't steal it, yet they imprisoned me here for hundreds of years."

Tu Xing's eyes moved slightly, and he was very devoted to the role-playing: "If you don't know, then it has no value."

The prisoner sneered, his eyes suddenly focused:

"Save me and let me go. I will tell you everything that happened back then. With the ability of the Lord God, there is a way to track me down."

Tu Xing hesitated, and the prisoner swallowed his saliva, his voice full of pleading:

"It's fine if I just obey your orders. Since I'm here, I should take something away, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tu Xing looked behind him with a sense of awareness, and a sense of horror came over him like a tide.

The difference in strength was too great, and the young man's body was trembling. He forced himself to stand up straight and look at the person who came.

A skinny figure appeared silently in the aisle like a ghost.

He was skin and bones, with sunken eye sockets, and wore a tattered black robe. He sniffed the air greedily, his eyes fixed on the extra person.

The sound was like sandpaper scraping against each other, and the tone was exaggerated: "Fresh... fertilizer."

The other party raised a dry finger and said: "How did you get here? Logically, just getting close would kill you."

He sniffed again, "I see. It has a hint of a mid-level god's aura. No wonder."

Suddenly he changed his tone: "It's too little, but as fertilizer for thorns, it's a great tonic!" His voice became increasingly crazy.

Tu Xing raised his sickle, but instead of chopping at the person who came, he chopped the prisoner to the ground with his other hand!

"Clang" is the sound of metal collision that makes your teeth ache.

The thorns were split apart where they connected to the roots in the ground. This was the thorn that was in the prisoner's heart. If the order of the thorns was swapped with the other roots, the person would surely die.

Tu Xing cut through the second and third strands without hesitation...

Ben looked at the weak and powerless prisoner, broke free from the handcuffs, lowered his head and raised his hands to break the shackles.

Tu Xing spoke very quickly, "Meet up at the back." After saying that, he floated to the side.

The ground suddenly shook, and two cracks appeared in the blink of an eye, and two thick thorns sprang out!

Black thorns pierced through the fallen ones, and they merged visibly with the naked eye?!

The man, whose hands and feet were loosened, could barely stand up and was unable to escape immediately.

Helpless, he roared angrily and faced the battle head-on.

Tu Xing hid behind a wall that was invisible from inside, and looked inside sideways. A small knife slid down beside his feet and disappeared in an instant.

As the two approached, the man in black robe suddenly screamed, "Who!"

Tu Xing realized that it was useful, so he immediately adjusted the direction and took the opportunity to attack again, but unexpectedly, a dry hand clamped him tightly.

His voice was arrogant and rough, "How dare you bring such a thing up in front of me!"

In just a moment, the wind blade bent and was then squeezed into a ball, with his fingers making a springing gesture.

Tu Xing, who vaguely saw the scene, suddenly widened his eyes.

In a hurry, he only had time to raise the sickle and block it in front of his heart and brain.

With a "dang" sound, Tu Xing's pupils shrank sharply, and there was a hole on the sickle!