Escape in the interstellar game world

Chapter 162 Nightmare
Cheng Mu knelt down next to Zhou Tang and kept slapping Zhou Tang's cheek, whispering, "Hey! Zhou Tang, wake up!"

His hand touched Zhou Tang's hot forehead, and then held Zhou Tang's hot hand.

Cheng Mu suddenly stood up, holding back the pain all over his body, and moved out with difficulty, lying on the iron railing, turning around and pointing at Zhou Tang, who was lying in the corner like a dead dog, with a look of begging on his face. , "She has a fever! Give her some medicine!"

The guards outside the iron railings had expressionless faces, and even looked bloodthirsty, "Ha! You actually want to ask me for medicine?"

Cheng Mu took a deep breath, suppressed the urge in his heart to kick the cage over and whispered, "If she dies, one of you will be missing..."

"Hahaha! If you die, just die. How many people die here in a day! If you die, just throw it into the river. I think the river fish likes the meat very much."

Cheng Mu's hand holding the iron railing tightened instantly, and veins popped up in his hand. The guard's aura directly suppressed his smile, and he took out the whip from his waist and threw it at Cheng Mu.

Only Cheng Mu moved faster than him and dodged away from the iron railing. Zhou Tang's body was already injured and inflamed, causing a high fever. He couldn't let himself be injured again because of this unnecessary beating.

The caretaker took a sip of saliva, cursed loudly, turned around, sat down on the small table, and drank a small drink.

After all, although the higher-ups here can tolerate death, too many people die, and they, the grassroots guards, will also be scolded and beaten...

Forget it now!Besides, these people are all rough-skinned and thick-skinned men, and they are not that crispy-skinned.

The caretaker couldn't help but have wild imagination. He was just unlucky. If he could change with the one next door, he would be really happy...

He narrowed his eyes slightly and poured a large gulp of wine into his mouth.

Cheng Mu could not return to Zhou Tang, so he could only keep shouting in her ear for her to wake up.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked over slowly.

Cheng Mu was already worried. Hearing the footsteps approaching them, a pair of sharp eyes stared directly at the visitor.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but tremble when he saw Cheng Mu's sinister eyes, as if he thought of being beaten and whipped as soon as he arrived here.

He forced himself to calm down and whispered, "I can cure him."

Cheng Mu's eyes softened and he said, "Come here quickly! She has a high fever and has been feverish for almost an hour."

Time goes back to half an hour ago.

Cheng Mu woke up from the pain. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw himself sitting in the corner with his knees in his arms. There was not a single piece of flesh on his body. His skin was either broken and bleeding, or it was bruised and bruised. His clothes were also very dirty. of filth.

He looked around and realized that he was locked up as soon as he entered the dungeon game again.

This is a prison of more than 20 square meters. According to a rough calculation, there are more than [-] people in this prison.

Everyone has wounds of varying degrees, and their energy is sluggish...

There are also constant patrols and guards outside the prison.

After Cheng Mu temporarily figured out his situation, he began to continuously contact people within the prison, trying to find Zhou Tang and the player.

As a result, after walking around, he found Zhou Tang lying on the ground.

It was the mutterings from the people next to him that convinced him that this young man was Zhou Tang.

"Zhou Tang is a very stubborn boy, and that person's whip whizzed at him..."

"Hey, what should he do?"

"What should I do? He asked for it! We are all here, and there is no chance to regret it."

"Everyone was deceived! What can we do?"

...

Afterwards, Cheng Mu took over Zhou Tang's care and tried every means to reduce Zhou Tang's fever. However, without medicine, water or cloth, Cheng Mu had no better way.There was also the previous scene where Cheng Mu asked the guards for medicine.

Because of Cheng Mu's actions, another middle-aged man was attracted.

I saw the middle-aged man taking off Zhou Tang's shirt first...

Cheng Mu tolerated it. After all, in this dungeon game, he and Zhou Tang were both men!

The middle-aged man slid smoothly on Zhou Tang's back...

Cheng Mu frowned slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man said without turning his head, "This is Chinese massage! It can reduce his fever to a certain extent!"

The last sentence was almost a whisper, "Don't disbelieve me, there is no better way now."

The middle-aged man turned Zhou Tang over again and pushed her up again.

The effect was actually very obvious. Zhou Tang, who was unconscious, was breathing heavily and seemed to be about to open his eyes...

The middle-aged man had used strength during the massage. In addition, he had been beaten before entering the prison. Now he was sweating profusely and his body was weak.

Cheng Mu came to Zhou Tang, raised his hand and gently placed it on Zhou Tang's forehead. He keenly felt that the temperature on Zhou Tang's forehead had indeed dropped.

Zhou Tang gathered strength in the dark space, constantly trying to regain control of his body, and constantly strengthening his thoughts in his heart to prevent being led astray by those thousands of words.

At that moment, huge power exploded, finally breaking through the darkest moment.

Zhou Tang opened her eyes. The dim warm yellow light above her head and the anxious face let her know that she was out of touch...

Cheng Mu's anxiety turned into joy, "Zhou Tang! You're finally awake! That's great."

At this moment, he finally confirmed that this young man was Zhou Tang.

The middle-aged man propped up his body with both hands and let his weak body lean against the red brick wall.

Zhou Tang finally found his voice, but the sound he made was weak, pitiful and helpless, "Cheng Mu?"

"It's me!" Cheng Mu held Zhou Tang's back with both hands and asked her to sit up.

Zhou Tang's upper body was still naked, and she moved slightly as if uncomfortably.

Cheng Mu's arms were also a little tense and he said, "We are all men."

Zhou Tang forced himself to relax and took the tattered clothes Cheng Mu handed over and put them on.

"Where are we?" Zhou Tang's eyes looked up and down at the space he was in, a prison holding more than a dozen people.

Everyone in prison has wounds, some serious and some minor.

But everyone is wearing modern casual clothes...

Cheng Muwei shook his head and told Zhou Tang all the information he had learned.

After all, Zhou Tang had taken ancient history as an elective and had a clearer understanding of the eras of the ancient Blue Star, so he could better judge their current situation.

Instead of being like a headless fly like him, who can't find the correct background of the times anyway.

Zhou Tang nodded from time to time, and cast his eyes vaguely on the guard who was having a drink not far from the prison.

The man was wearing an unorthodox yellow-green military uniform, and there was a row of bloody tools hanging on the wall behind him...

(End of this chapter)