Feng Chenglin also endured the whole body's discomfort: "How long have you been detained?"

"I don't know... two or three years, right?"

"How much?" Feng Chenglin lost his voice.

"... Maybe two or three years, because it's too dark here, there is no day and night, so I am not very clear..."

"Why don't you know? Don't say anything else, you should always know the number of times they give you food?"

Even if it is given once a day, it should be calculated!

"Delivering food?" The man suddenly chuckled, "Have you seen a dead person eat?"

In this gloomy underground and dead environment, the man's inhuman and ghostly appearance, gloomily chuckle, and the laughing Feng Chenglin's back is cold.

"No...you are not a special dead person, don't you need to eat? Haven't you eaten in these two or three years!?"

While talking, Feng Chenglin thought of something again, and couldn't help but look at the dead man next to him

This guy won't live on these dead people in the past few years, right? !

For example-eating dead human flesh? !

He was disgusted by his own tasteful thoughts, and he was a little sick.

"I've already said... the dead don't need to eat!" The man sighed again.

Fengcheng Linnaobu-just eat the dead!

Thinking of the scene, he couldn't help retching twice.

"What's wrong with you?" The man made a gesture to get up.

"Don't come here!" Feng Chenglin quickly raised his hand, pressing down on the man, and reluctantly suppressed the surge in his heart: "I...nothing...nothing!!"

The man sat down angrily and smiled awkwardly: "You...Don't be afraid of me. Although I am a dead person, I am different from those dead!"

"You are not the same...the dead are not like you!" Feng Chenglin straightened his chest and let out a sigh of relief, "You..."

"Kang Dang!"

There was a dull crash from the iron gate.

The man jumped up like a ghost, and instantly threw off Feng Chenglin's clothes, and slid naked behind a pile of dead bodies.

"Don't say you saw me!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What is rhythm?

But if someone came in, he couldn't sit still anymore.

Seeing that he couldn't go back to the same place, he could only tilt his body and fell under the feet of a pile of dead bodies.

The iron door opened and two people came in, a faint smell of medicine filled the air.

"Hey, this guy is really not dead yet, he can move a place..."

One person stepped forward and roughly grabbed Feng Chenglin's arm, dragged him onto the hay, clamped his chin, and opened his mouth.

"Come on! Fill!"

Pouring the hot soup medicine down, choking Feng Chenglin coughed: "You... what are you... doing?"

If it weren't for pretending to be half-dead, he really wanted to jump up and beat the two of them half-dead!

So, is the boiling medicine for people?

The dead dare not make it like this! ?

"What are you doing? Save your life!" The man snorted coldly and threw Feng Chenglin into the hay again: "If you are not dead, answer our question..."

Fengcheng Lin Xin said to answer your uncle!

With his head tilted, he suppressed his breath and "fainted".

"Dizzy?" The person was stunned for a moment, and then a little guilty: "It's not that our medicine is a little late... dead, right?"

"No?" Another guilty conscience: "This guy, but Boss Liu is fond of...looks like that, he is to be a puppet! If he dies, how can we explain it!?"

The two looked at each other, heart trembling tried Feng Chenglin's breath with their fingertips.

"There is still breathing, not dead yet..."