Refining Star River

Too many prisoners of war!

The biggest problem Zhou Sen faces now is not that he can’t find a way to escape, but because there are too many prisoners of war in this cell. Slightly will attract the attention of countless people.

What makes Zhou Sen depressed the most is that there is an officer next to him, a wild ambition officer, and an officer planning to escape from prison.

Zhou Sen only observed for half an hour, and he was sure that Huang Dong was wooing people.

Although Huang Dong is planning a prison escape plan, Zhou Sen is not in the slightest, because, judging from the calculations of a super genius scientist, it is almost impossible to escape this prisoner-of-war camp by conventional means. fantasy story.

Not to mention from the perspective of a scientist, even from the perspective of the criminal Zhou Sen, it is not easy to escape from this prison.

Of course, if Zhou Sen knew that he would be held in this prisoner of war camp before, he could arrange countless ways to escape, but the problem is that he was sent into this prisoner of war without any warning. Camp, simply can't contact people outside.

God!

God!

Zhou Sen just wants to refine the gods as soon as possible.

Zhou Sen wailed in his heart. Under this environment, he was simply impossible to refine. What makes Zhou Sen most desperate is that there is no toilet in the temporary camp of prisoners of war. There is a temporary sitting bucket in the corner. In other words, the toilet is in full view.

No wonder there was an unpleasant smell when I came in.

Although Zhou Sen is wailing in his heart, he is still calm. He is not in a hurry. He believes that sooner or later he will find an opportunity. After all, crowded means chaos, and chaos means opportunity. many.

The time passed every minute and every second.

Three full hours have passed, and the camp of the 32nd prisoner of war is still lifeless. It may also be because it is too crowded. Everyone has no desire to speak. They try to maintain the most comfortable movements, or lie down or sit down.

The opportunity is here!

In the fourth hour, finally some prisoners of war couldn’t bear loneliness and gathered together to play some games to pass the time. Three or five of them got together, some playing cards, some chess, some playing. magic.

Magic!

When Zhou Sen saw someone playing magic, his eyes shined. As an Artifact Refinement Master, isn't it a natural magician?

Zhou Sen decided to integrate into the prisoners of war playing games, and then find an opportunity to perform "magic" and take the opportunity to refine the deity. However, what happened next caused Zhou Sen to vomit blood. The huge cell No. 32 held at least close to two hundred people. Actually, no one was willing to get close to Zhou Sen. As soon as he leaned in, the entertainment activities would immediately end.

In the eyes of a group of prisoners of war, Zhou Sen is an outlier.

No one wants to play with aliens.

Why is this happening?

Zhou Sen feels something is wrong, even if he and these soldiers have different ideas, he wouldn't treat him like this!

There must be something wrong!

After Zhou Sen hit a wall one after another, he found that whenever he approached a small circle, the prisoners of war looked at him with vigilance.

Do they treat themselves as spies?

Zhou Sen glanced at Huang Dong, who happened to be looking at him, a trace of triumph on his face fleeting.

fuck, who did I provoke? !

Zhou Sen was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but he immediately thought of the reason, because he has not reported the number of his unit so far. It is very likely that he was marginalized for this reason. Hua, after all, that Huang Dong is planning to escape from prison, and he, an unidentified person, is naturally the focus of attention.

After learning that it was not the reason for the disagreement, Zhou Sen was marginalized, but Zhou Sen sighed in relief instead.

In Zhou Sen's view, it doesn't matter if he is suspected of being a spy, but if Ronnie Empire and a group of prisoners of war unanimously deny the human Interstellar Federation government, that would be a human nightmare. Zhou Sen believes that as long as the five Star Domains continue to be turbulent, some people will definitely think of the goodness of the human Interstellar Federation government.

Zhou Sen decided to look for opportunities. If they really can’t find them, then create them by themselves. For example, play magic for self-entertainment, which involves refining tools, and then forcefully says that it’s a blinding trick of magic...

……

The opportunity is here again.

There are more and more people around a soldier. The three floors inside and the outside are crowded with water. From time to time, there is a big laughter and exclamation sounds. At the back, that place became the focal point of the entire cell, and even Huang Dong joined it.

Suddenly, the previously impenetrable crowd stepped aside.

"Zhou Sen, come, tell your fortune." Huang Dong beckoned to Zhou Sen.

"Fortune-telling..."

"Very effective!"

"Oh." Zhou Sen quickly got up, he just wanted to find a chance to join the prisoner of war , It is natural to seize this extremely rare opportunity.

Zhou Sen squeezed in and sat down in front of an older prisoner of war sitting on the ground. This prisoner of war was different from other prisoners of war. He was about fifty years old. He looked very special and clean. His clear eyes seemed to have the magic power to see through the internal organs.

"Old John, do you know him?" Huang Dong asked the prisoner of war.

"I don't know." The prisoner of war known as Old John shook his head.

"You were very accurate before, but I still don’t believe it, because you belong to the same army as us, and you are a civilian. It is easy to know our family information, and this person We don't know each other. If you can figure out that he is who, I will take it seriously." Huang Dong said with a smile.

"Hehe, I'm just getting started, which means I can count on some trivial things...Come on, little brother, give me your hand." Old John motioned Zhou Sen to extend his right hand.

Zhou Sen put his hand in Old John's hand. The moment he touched Old John's hand, Zhou Sen felt like a hard to describe.

"Ah..."

The moment old John held Zhou Sen’s hand, he was about to look down at the moment, and his body suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood. Looking at Zhou Sen with horror, as if seeing a ghost.

"What's the matter with you?" Huang Dong and a few prisoners of war helped up Lao Mu.

"He...he...he..." Old John still looked at Zhou Sen in horror, stammering speechless, but his hands kept changing some ancient complicated gestures.

"Come on, everyone is grown up, and enough is enough, don't pretend to be a ghost!" Huang Dong frowned and looked at Old John.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhou Sen also looked at Old John blankly.

"You are not you!" Old John blurted out.

"Ah...Do you know me?" Zhou Sen was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at Lao Mu with horror. This is the first time he has been exposed face to face since he was replaced by an imposter.

"I don't know you...wait...you're not you...I don't understand...Give me your hand...there is temperature, life, not a ghost...why is this... …Youngster, your murderous aura is too heavy." Old John looked at Zhou Sen with a look of shock.

"murderous aura ……^"

"You are angry inside, but you desperately restrain your anger, and once this anger finds a chance to release it, it will melt For the devil...youngster...my god...slaughter a hundred thousand lives..." Old John was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, put his hands on his chest, and made a gesture of prayer.

"I don't understand."

Zhou Sen frowned and stared at Old John. He didn't like the feeling in the clouds.