C918 Under the Hood
C918 Under the Hood
In fact, Lin Yaoyang knew very well that nothing he saw was real. However, he couldn't control himself from not believing them. He was then affected by what he saw.
At this moment, a splitting headache filled Lin Yaoyang's mind. He suddenly opened his eyes. Because he had been in this dark environment for too long, just as Lin Yaoyang opened his eyes... He felt that his vision was dark, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
Gradually, the vague outline of the things around him appeared in Lin Yaoyang's eyes, but he only saw the outline. Lin Yaoyang was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
He clearly saw a cold iron bar not far ahead of him. Lin Yaoyang struggled to get up.
He wanted to see what the thing in front of him was.
"Click."
The sound of shackles was heard. Lin Yaoyang heard the sound of metal colliding. He turned around and saw one of his hands in the shackles.
Lin Yaoyang's heart tightened. He quickly moved closer to take a look. Lin Yaoyang heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. It seemed like Lin Yaoyang had recovered rather quickly. The shackles had yet to be retracted by Lin Yaoyang. Now, he was only covering his hand with them.
Lin Yaoyang hurriedly pulled his hand out from the shackles. That cold and gloomy feeling was really unpleasant.
At this moment, Lin Yaoyang had regained his sight and noticed it. The cell opposite him was where Ke Lia was just now. At this moment, the black shadow was lying on top of the iron bars, showing a cruel and cunning smile to Lin Yaoyang. It was as if he was silently laughing at him.
Just as Lin Yaoyang was about to ask what the black shadow was plotting, he suddenly felt a hair on his back. He felt that there was an existence looking at him from behind.
Lin Yaoyang quickly turned his head around. He was shocked in his heart. How could he have forgotten about this existence?
When he was outside, he saw the corpse of a Titled Fighter Level in the cell.
Lin Yaoyang's heart began to pound. He had just thought that Titled Fighters had been dead for a long time.
However, that was only his judgment. Only God knew if there was a special way for him to survive in this place when he had reached such a terrifying level.
The black shadow who was smiling strangely at him was the best proof.
Lin Yaoyang felt a little stifled in his heart. He licked his lips slightly. Just now, he clearly felt a gaze from behind him. But now, when he looked back, which Titled Fighters's corpse was still in the same posture as before?
A huge hood covered his entire face, making it hard for Lin Yaoyang to see what the face of the person under the hood looked like.