Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

Bai Lan Wushuang really lost his composure. His teeth kept chattering and his eyes were filled with bloodshot.

"There is no cure."

After saying this, Bai Lan Wushuang turned around and said coldly with his back to Lan Ling:

"I'll give you one day. If you can't figure it out, I won't keep you."

Lan Ling didn't say anything. She just stared at Bai Lan Wushuang's back, with blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.

Old man, do you really think you can trap me?

When the door slammed shut, Lan Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing somewhat helplessly on the peculiar bed. After a long silence, Lan Ling was certain Bai Lan Wushuang had left. Only then did she pick up the object she had just found and hold it between her fingers.

A pick.

It was rough and without any spiritual power, like a triangular pick used by children to play with, with the word "End" engraved on it.

Luckily I kept it with me...

Lan Ling felt somewhat fortunate at this moment, fortunate that she was nostalgic and had kept this ordinary pick with great commemorative significance. Otherwise, she would never have found a way to escape from prison.

This bed was a quicksand bed, effectively trapping any spiritual energy within it. As a death rock musician, Lan Ling's spiritual energy was undoubtedly plentiful, hence the reason this sand bed trapped her.

But what Bai Lan Wushuang never expected was that in the capital, Lan Ling had been trapped in the quicksand bed no less than a dozen times, and she already had experience in dealing with this kind of quicksand bed.

Holding the pick between her fingers, she gently scraped the sand bed. After finding a slightly collapsed gap, Lan Ling took a deep breath and exerted a little force with her fingers.

Click.

The sand bed began to gradually collapse, and countless quicksands slowly retreated. Soon, Lan Ling regained consciousness of her hands and feet, and the feeling of weakness finally disappeared.

Lan Ling tried to move her body, then she stumbled and fell to the ground. Gritting her teeth, Lan Ling didn't say a word, but just crawled towards the iron railing.

As long as you can get there.

Lan Ling's palms were rubbed with blood marks, but the rock spirit supported Lan Ling and made her never say a word even if she died.

It's not like I've been beheaded on stage before. It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about.

After a while, Lan Ling finally approached the iron railings and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyone who has been in jail knows that the bars in prison cells are generally rough. This is mainly because when building a prison cell, the budget is definitely for guards and various mechanisms, and the bars just need to be strong enough, so the workmanship is relatively rough.

Lan Ling really noticed this point, so she chose to use the bars of the cell to "grind" the rope.

Turning around and leaning against the railing, Lan Ling began to slowly rub the rope on her wrist.

A creaking sound was heard.

The ropes weren't strong, perhaps because Bai Lan Wushuang was overly confident in her sand bed restraints, so Lan Ling was bound with only rough ropes. But what made her most uncomfortable was this prison. This pure white prison constantly drained her spiritual energy, while leaving some that could be sensed by the sand bed. It felt like eating a large piece of fat meat, and the only liquid nearby was a bottle of scented oil.

Extreme torture.

Crunch... Crunch... Boom...

One third of the rope on Lan Ling's wrist had been broken. A little sweat involuntarily seeped out of her forehead, and the speed of her hands gradually increased.

Crunch...dong...dong.

The warmth of my palm touched my shoulder.

"Do you think the Bai Lan family wouldn't even install a camera in the prison?"

Crouching behind Lan Ling, Bai Lan Wushuang crossed the railing, gently placed his hand on the girl's shoulder, and said calmly and indifferently: "Don't underestimate the Bai Lan family's progress with the times, bastard."

All the hairs on Lan Ling's body stood up.

"give up."

With extreme indifference, Bai Lan Wushuang's lips curled up in a mocking arc, "I built this pure white prison with my own hands. Even if you untie the sand bed and remove the restraints on your hands, you can't escape from here."

"Every wall and every floor here is engraved with intermediate-level magical prohibitions. These prohibitions will continuously strengthen these walls and floors, and continuously release power-absorbing magic. These are all valuable items I spent a lot of money to buy. It's not a loss to give them to you."

Lan Ling felt desperate.

The existence of the intermediate magic ban made this cell indestructible. Even if a hundred platinum-level professionals kept hammering on it, they would not be able to break any wall or floor tile.

"Again."

With extreme chill, Bai Lan Wushuang stood up and said calmly: "Give me an answer before tomorrow, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Lan Wushuang's pupils suddenly constricted and his whole body tensed up in an instant.

Lan Ling lowered her head following Bai Lan Wushuang's gaze.

Zhou Li opened the door, raised his head, looked at Lan Ling who was looking at him through between her legs, and greeted her stiffly.

"Hello."

The moment the words fell, gravity took effect. Under Bai Lan Wushuang's horrified gaze, Lan Ling and the entire pure white floor fell through the door.

Looking down at the prison cell, which was left with only its foundation, Bai Lan Wushuang's pupils began to tremble. The next second, he let out a heartbreaking wail:

“My floor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Chapter 31 I think I can

First, a soft and fragrant body hit my face.

Lan Ling's body fragrance is a unique orchid scent, which is pure and charming, like the subtle fragrance of a flower blooming in the dark, gently falling on your fingertips.

Zhou Li simply picked her up and threw her aside.

There is no time to be gentle, what we are going to face next is one hundred and ninety fucking floor tiles!

Without hesitation, swiftly and mercilessly, with the crackling of the advertising slogan interjected, the cute yet ugly lightning mouse meteor hammer was grasped in Zhou Li's hand. The next second, frantic lightning began to tear at the floor tiles that were on its way.

Lan Ling watched in a daze as Zhou Li, clutching the lightning mouse, smashed the flying floor tiles with a brutal gesture. The bricks, each containing a magical prohibition, were shredded by lightning and tossed aside by Zhou Li.

Soon, Zhou Li felt his strength was running out. It wasn't because of his lack of speed or strength, but because the durability of the Lightning Mouse was starting to decrease.

Victor on the side immediately ran away, but unfortunately his instinct was still a step slow. The next second, Zhou Li began to demonstrate what dual-sword style was.

Lightning meteor hammers and human head hammers continuously smashed the floor tiles, and Zhou Li's eyes were filled with pure calmness. No movement was superfluous, and no head was innocent. In less than thirty seconds, one hundred and ninety tiles containing intermediate-level magic prohibitions were crushed into powder.

"Whoo~~~"

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Li wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead and casually released the two weapons. He turned his head and looked at Sha Yun who seemed to be expecting something, and asked:

"Is the door surrendered?"

A very niche sentence.

Lan Ling didn't understand.

"It... surrendered."

The expression on Sha Yun's face was extremely complicated. At this moment, she looked at Zhou Li with a very strange look. In addition to some surprise, there were also some...

Admiration?

Victor, who was kneeling and vomiting, was shocked.

"Is the corridor satisfied?"

Zhou Li asked as he looked at the prisoners who were pacing back and forth, not daring to step forward.

"I gave in even after you crushed the one hundred and sixty-seventh part of the door."

Sha Yun replied.

What a niche word.

Lan Ling, who was standing aside, had a long look in her eyes. She felt as if she had just been in a hurry and everything seemed unreal.

"It's hard to describe the current situation to you."

Zhou Li also noticed Lan Ling, who was daydreaming beside him, and said, "Anyway, you are safe now."

After coming to her senses, Lan Ling looked at Zhou Li. She seemed to be used to appearing in front of Zhou Li in a rather awkward position despite being tied up. She asked calmly, "So, the door just now was your spiritual creature?"

"Not really."

Zhou Li shook his head regretfully, "It's disposable, what a pity."

Could this not be a one-time thing?

Looking at the "door" with only the door handle left besides the shell, Sha Yun didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhou Li initially tried to communicate with the door using his spiritual power, but after a second or so, he failed. On the one hand, the door did have its own consciousness and would block the intrusion of external spiritual power. On the other hand, Zhou Li's spiritual power was only 1, so the door had never actually stopped Zhou Li's spiritual power intrusion because it couldn't sense it.

Similar to stirring a large pot with a toothpick.

Then, Zhou Li wanted to try to persuade the door with physics. But he didn't expect that the door was really not afraid of external forces. No matter how Zhou Li tried to persuade the door, it was stubborn.

In the end, Zhou Li chose to directly dismantle the front of the door, then tear out all the ancient instruments, energy sources, and precision components inside it and crush them in front of it.

This is no different from lingchi.

Finally, unable to bear the humiliation, the door chose to give Zhou Li a door to Lan Ling's area, and then it committed suicide and returned to the spirit world. According to Sha Yun, the door said that if she wanted to summon it again, she had to ask Sha Yun to kill Zhou Li, and it would come out.

So this door is defined as complete death in Sha Yun's eyes.

The problem lies here.

Because the door was closed a little suddenly, and Zhou Li had opened the door in the wrong place before, opening it on the floor, Zhou Li and his companions did not have time to leave this endless corridor. Although the corridor itself was scared to the point of peeing its prisoners, it was also unable to send this plague god away.

Embarrassed.

The door is blocked and can't be opened, and even if it is opened, I can't leave.

The corridor was scared to death, but it had no ability to open the door. It wanted to send Zhou Li away but it couldn't.

Zhou Li and the others also wanted to leave.

"What should I do... Ugh."

Victor suppressed the urge to vomit and asked Zhou Li, "How do we get out?"

I'm trapped.

Zhou Li looked at the surrounding walls with melancholy. Whenever his gaze fell on a wall, the prisoners nearby would tremble in fear and kowtow to Zhou Li from time to time. At this time, Lan Ling had completely recovered, stood up, and walked over to Zhou Li.

"Thank you, you saved my life again."

Lan Ling looked at Zhou Li with a complicated expression. She had never expected that she would be rescued twice by this young man in just one day, and each time was more timely than the last.