Farming in Space

Chapter 634

The warm sunlight shone on the woman's fair cheeks, adding a touch of blush.

Probably because of the bright light, Di Shahua, who was lying on the ground in a daze, opened her eyes. Her long and curly eyelashes fluttered like a small fan. After a while, she woke up from the chaos.

She looked around, and the arrangement in the room was very familiar.

This is clearly his room in the Miaoyu Dynasty Inn, where he was when he was sucked into the black hole for the first time.

"Am I back again?" If it weren't for the abnormality coming from his body, Di Shahua might think that what happened before was just a dream!
It took Deshahua about a few minutes to sort out his thoughts, but in the end the thinking was fruitless, so he had to put it down for the time being.

After leaving the room and inquiring, I realized that Huang Yan and Ming Han had come to look for me, but the search was fruitless, and finally Ming Han left.

"Master, what are your plans next?" Huang Yan didn't ask Shaman about her sudden disappearance.

Shaman was silent for a while, and then said, "Since Minghan went back to look for me, then I should go back too!" I don't know if anything happened to Shaqin and the others during his absence.

Sharman's mood became more urgent when he thought of this.

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Underworld Palace

This is a place like a prison.

The space here is very wide, and there is a metal cage in the center of the space.

Compared with the darkness around, the surroundings of the cage were burning with flickering blue flames!
Inside the prison lay a comatose person, more precisely a sleeping soul.

"Tap-tap-" two footsteps came to the prison gradually from far to near.

When he was about one meter away from the prison, he stopped decisively, as if he was afraid of something.

"Brother, what do you think the king is doing so much to detain a soul?" A taller jailer looked at the sleeping woman who was imprisoning you and said to the people next to him.

The other person shook his head and said with a smile, "How could we guess what the king is thinking, we just need to take good care of her, but I think her identity is definitely not simple. Otherwise, how could I get such treatment."

At this time, the tall man suddenly called out, "Look, she's awake."

The soul locked in the prison in the jailer's mouth is really Sharman.

Before she opened her eyes, she heard intermittent voices coming from her ears, but she couldn't really hear what it was.

Then, when she opened her eyes, the bright and jumping blue flames and the boundless darkness all around came into her eyes at once, impacting her sight that she had no time to react.

"Where am I!" Sharman's words seemed to be questioning and muttering to himself.

"Pfft——" Soon Shaman heard a voice similar to taunting, she looked for the sound, and then saw two people standing not far away, one tall and one short, wearing jailer's clothes.

Because of the light from the flames, Sharman could clearly see the expressions on their faces.

It was a kind of helplessness mixed with ridicule.

She had seen this kind of expression a lot in the Netherworld, and it was nothing more than the disdain of the strong or the superior for the weak and disadvantaged.

Shaman looked around for a while before she could see her current situation clearly. Her current mood was like the mood she had just died and when she first entered the Netherworld: fear and anxiety about the unknown.

(End of this chapter)