My Cell Prison

Chapter 215: Stone Chamber

Appearance, dress and such questions.

It could simply be deduced.

The man who suddenly appeared in front of Han Dong with syringes and catheters all over his swollen brain was the head of the [Ghoul Factory], an important cadre member of the Stuart Family.

Temporarily calling him [Dr. Swelling].

Just from the contamination spilling out of the scalp layer of his brain, it's harder to deal with than [Barber-Charlie].

Moreover, the main issue here was not whether or not this Doctor was powerful.

Rather, once Han Dong was exposed.

Then he would be greeted by tens of thousands of adult ghouls, all kinds of heretics that would perform sacrifices and self-destruct, and this heretic's advanced form, the "Inhuman".

Even with the double cover of Togo and Chen Li.

Once the exit down here is completely closed, he will definitely die.

The next answer was extremely important.

This doctor had smelled Charlie's scent, and since Han Dong didn't know the common language used among the pagans, the slightest problem in wording would be revealed.

In that case, it was better to make do with what he had.

"When I just saw a shadow flash past the 'exit' location and immediately went to the 'exit' to check, I found a small remnant of black hair.

I wasn't quite sure if the black hair belonged to Lord Charlie, so I was ready to check around."

Words matched actions.

Han Dong casually took out a small handful of hair taken from the barber's body from his waist, trying to shift the focus from himself to the barber, Charlie.

Words and actions seemed very natural.

Dr. Swollen, who had grabbed this handful of black hair, immediately showed a fierce expression.

Grrrrr~ Due to the emotional excitement, some dense bubbles of air bubbles were produced surging between the catheter inserted into his head.

"Charlie, this damn thing, has come to me again to steal the 'hair culture medium'?"

The so-called hair culture medium was naturally a living individual.

Hearing the Doctor's words, Han Dong was relieved that the target shift was successful.

Fortunately, the barber and the Doctor were themselves at odds, otherwise it would have been difficult to divert his attention away from him.

The Doctor tugged at his dark hair, as if he intended to search for Charlie, who was lurking in the shadows, in some way.

Keep an eye on the Doctor who squirmed away.

Taking this opportunity, Han Dong also prepared to quietly leave the heart of this factory.

Just as Han Dong pretended to patrol, he slowly leaned towards the exit.

"Wait a minute."

Dr. Swollen's voice came again.

Han Dong's facial muscles twitched and he had to stop.

"Charlie, the cunning thing, seems to have escaped, the detectors didn't find anything foreign. You've done well, at least in terms of observation skills better than the others.

Would you be willing to undergo a limb sacrifice? It will give you more power."

No way,

Han Dong was helpless for a while.

If one answered unwillingly or postponed here, it would surely appear unnatural.

Heretics were crazy individuals who were willing to sacrifice their lives at any time, and with the opportunity to sacrifice and strengthen in front of them, the answer here could only be 'yes'.

"Thank you, my lord."

"Come with me."

Dr. Swollen revealed a wicked smile.

Quickly moving forward through the dark green and sucker-structured lower tentacles, he arrived at the opening of another fleshy passage in the core area.

Han Dong could only keep up and improvise.

Passing through a warm and narrow fleshy passageway.

He entered an enclosed circular stone room of about a hundred square meters.

The deeply scarred gaps that were regularly distributed between the floors formed a kind of sacrificial formation.

Han Dong stared at the structure of the formation as well as the distribution of some odd words, which bore a certain resemblance to the sacrificial formation in the Eye Book.

Moreover.

Han Dong also observed that some of the bits of flesh that had not been cleaned up were scattered within the stone chamber.

There seemed to be a number of heretics who had failed in their sacrifices.

When [Heretics] with certain talents were brought here for partial sacrifices, or full body sacrifices, the death rate was far greater than the success rate.

The only thing that was better.

The Sacrificial Stone Room was completely sealed, and with only Han Dong and this swollen doctor here, some things would be much easier to do.

However, it must not kill him directly, and once it couldn't be done in an instant, the information going out would cause the entire [Ghoul Factory] to immediately target Han Dong as the first target.

"What parts do you want to sacrifice?" Doc asked.

"The arm, "

"A wise choice, if the sacrifice is successful, your arm will receive the 'gesture of the gods', You will then become my second-in-command and assist me in improving the ghoul-making process."

"Good."

"Go to the middle."

In accordance with the doctor's request.

Han Dong half-kneeled in the center of the sacrificial stone room, waiting for the doctor's order.

Phew.

Han Dong took a deep breath.

In his mind, there were some formations about the contents of the Eye Transcript that kept flashing through.

Han Dong had conceived an optimal plan.

Through his own understanding of the Eye Book, directionally activate the sacrifice formation and change the target of the sacrifice, to forcibly sacrifice this swollen doctor.

As long as the sacrifice was successful, the doctor would be trapped for a long time even if he didn't die.

Since it wasn't Han Dong's direct action, the rioting ghouls wouldn't be able to locate the target in the first place.

At that time, Han Dong would only need to continue disguising himself as a [Heretic], and he would be able to easily escape from the riot.

The sacrifice began.

Dr. Swollen came to a wall with a hole mechanism left in front of it and inserted his lower tentacles into the hole.

Click~click~click!

The sound of stones turning.

As if something was switched on.

Gurgle~ (sound of viscous flow)

Between the cracks in the stone walls of the stone chamber, a strand of dark green essence liquid flowed out, just flowing into the cracks in the floor, slowly filling the formation with such essence liquid.

A dense polluted smell spread out in the air.

Crunchy crunch!

The activated formation grew a mouth at the eye of the formation.

And also, from the mouth, an activated dark green tentacle swayed excitedly, ready to accept the sacrifice.

"Okay, you just need to lower the arm that you want to offer the sacrifice."

"Good."

To prevent the ghoul's right arm from being exposed during the sacrifice.

Han Dong was ready to use his left arm to directionally activate the formation, and his mind had already complemented the formation's manipulation method.

The left arm had just extended.

Crack!

Immediately, he was entangled in the tentacles of the lower end and pulled hard, trying to drag it into the fleshy mouth of the formation, sacrificing off this left arm of Han Dong.

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The moment it was about to make contact with his mouth, the very moment Han Dong was about to manipulate the formation, an unexpected situation occurred.

Buzz.

Han Dong's left-hand back area.

"Yellow, seal!?"

An imprint with three twisted bands scattered around the center as the origin is reflected on the surface of the back of the hand.

This yellow mark hadn't appeared for two months since the last request to the creator, but now it was manifesting on its own.

For a split second.

Due to the effect of the "Yellow Seal", the formation was absorbed in the opposite direction.

The polluted energy in the entire Sacrificial Stone Room was completely drained away in an instant.

Even the entire [Ghoul Factory]'s energy supply was sapped of a large portion, and a large number of gestation sac membranes were immediately missing the supply of plague essence and life plasm.

"What, what did you do!?"

Dr. Swollen stared at the completely drained sacrificial stone chamber with a fierce look on his face.

Squirming his lower body, he prepared to move forward to kill the heretic.

The mist dispersed and a white twisted tentacle formed out of thin air.

An invisible pressure came on.

The Doctor's lower body went limp, as if he had lost control and collapsed completely to the ground.

In the Doctor's eyes.

A yellow-robed man of a different dimension slowly emerged.

Beneath the hood, filled with all sorts of limbs, facial features, and starry points of light, he could even peer into a terrifying and unknown dark world.