If the sky is dark, then survive in the dark; if it is dangerous to make a sound, then stay silent; if you feel powerless to shine, then curl up in the corner of the wall.

But don't just defend darkness just because you are used to darkness, don't be proud of your own dedication, and don't mock those who are braver and more enthusiastic than yourself.

We can be as humble as dust, but we cannot be twisted like maggots.

Many times, the initial disagreement often turns into the final disagreement.

When I woke up from my nightmare, it was a night of dim stars outside. The wind in the winter snowfield continued to roar, and for decades it seemed that it would never stop. Through the snow at the entrance of the narrow crypt, a beam of dim stars shone into the dark crypt, shining on Siftia's face, leaving a dark spot of light.

Through this narrow entrance, looking quietly at the dark night outside, Siftia's face was weak and pale.

In the past twenty years of life, she has rarely had nightmares since she had memories. In other words, as a demon, even nightmares are a luxury. Even when she is occasionally sleeping, she has to be alert in her sleep.

The chaotic evil of the Ten Abyss Prison and the crisis-ridden environment are destined to let go of all the guards and sleep here. The sharp claws and swords that may be poked out at any time in the dark can easily erase the lives of those who are sleeping.

However, in this serious injury that is almost dying, the drowsy head, tired brain and limbs will no longer be as vibrant as before. Therefore, nightmares will always invade the unconscious woman at such a moment.

Her already groggy head became heavier after experiencing the dark dream. In a vague way, Siftia even felt the cramping of her head being about to crack.

The feeling seemed to be a bug hiking and tearing in the head. The pain was so severe. Even the pain caused by the shocking wounds on the body seemed ordinary at this time.

The only things that have not changed are the still dry lips, the scorching throat, and the internal organs that are extremely cramped due to hunger.

She hadn't eaten anything for seven days. In the dark crypt, she was confused.

Although the demons in the Ten Abyss Prison have a strong appetite and desire, the demons who are so powerful that they have already escaped the trouble of appetite. Even for Siftia, it is no problem not to eat for a year or two.

However, such a situation is for Siftia in her prime.

In a state of weakness and serious injury, the demons need to swallow and eat to provide energy for the body's automatic repair mechanism. If they fail to obtain enough energy intake, they will be as weak as Siftia, after exhausting the last trace of strength in the body, so weak that it is difficult to even move.

She could draw magical energy from the void space, but the amount she was absorbed was like a drop in the bucket and had no effect compared to the energy needed to repair the body.

It was the seventh day that it was curled up in this dark crypt, not eating or drinking. During this period, Siftia overdrawed all the strength in her body and still failed to repair her damaged body. On her body covered with wounds, the crisscrossing wounds healed a little. Then she stopped repairing as the energy was exhausted.

For Siftia, the real dilemma was still with the three demons who settled nearby. If it weren't for those guys, she could have dragged her seriously injured body to hunt a few monsters before she was exhausted.

It was just that the settlement of those guys blocked her last road. Although it was not clear where those guys lived, Siftia could be sure of the messages heard from the occasional sounds that came from. It was definitely not too far from here.

If he crawled out of here, he would probably have been discovered by the other party before he could hunt the monster.

With the holidays between the two sides, Siftia was discovered by Qin Hao and the others without any resistance, and her fate was obvious. She originally hoped that Qin Hao and the other two would temporarily leave the neighborhood for some reason. However, until now seven days later, the three demons were still wandering in the nearby forest and refused to leave for a long time.

Now, the last trace of strength in her body has been squeezed out, and Siftia can no longer wait. She believes that if she continues to waste it, three days later, the rest of the crypt will be a cold corpse.

She wriggled her right hand with difficulty, and her fingers slowly crawled towards the red Traveler Savior Savior Sword beside her. It took her more than ten minutes to touch the sword body of the Traveler Savior Savior Sword beside her.

A cold air came from the cold sword and penetrated into her body along her fingers. It was so cold that it was so cold... but it didn't matter anymore.

With difficulty, Siftia slowly moved the traveler's sword to her sight. This process took her nearly half an hour.

Finally, Siftia smiled as she looked at the cold red sword lying flat in front of her eyes that were so close to her.

His fingers were slightly extended and placed flat on the sharp blade of the Traveler's Savior Sword, and pressed them gently.

puff--

As the blood gushed, three white fingers broke. Following the broken gap of the fingers, blood gushed out, like a fountain, shocking.

Siftia struggled to move her injured finger to her mouth, and the process took five minutes.

Due to the repair function of the demonic flesh body, in these ten minutes, a thin layer of blood scab has been formed on the wound on the fingers. But it doesn’t matter, after all, it is a newly knotted blood scab and can be broken easily.

Siftia put her broken fingers into her mouth, and with a slight bite of her teeth, the fragile blood scab was broken, and blood like a tide surged out again. Her hungry body swallowed her blood greedily, and the originally hot throat, as the blood flowed by the blood, finally gradually disappeared.

Because the demon's repair power is too strong, the broken wound will soon condense into blood scabs, and Siftia has to bite the healing wound one after another. Every time she bites the wound, it brings a heart-wrenching pain.

However, as the energy-filled, the blood of the eighth-level demon flowed into the empty stomach bag and was absorbed and converted into energy to transmit to the limbs of the body. Siftia's originally weak body finally recovered a little strength.

Extending his intact left hand, Siftia picked up the three broken fingers, put them in her mouth, and chewed them hard.

After eating these three fingers, she curled up in the cold crypt and rested for a while, waiting for her body's digestive system to transform the food into the power of action. Three minutes later, after barely recovering a little strength, she clasped the red traveler's sword of salvation with her left hand and slowly aimed at her right arm.

Cut down heavily.

puff--

The moment the blood gushed, Ciftia quickly controlled the small amount of energy in her body to heal the gap in the broken arm to prevent more blood from gushing out and wasting. Then, she abandoned the traveler's sword to save the world, grabbed the broken arm, which was still bleeding, and stuffed it into her mouth, constantly sucking the blood flowing out of the broken arm, and never wasted.

Gudong Gudong-

The blood slid through the throat and fell into the abdominal cavity, and then brought a trace of movement to her weak body.

Immediately after sucking the blood in the broken arm, she began to bite the broken arm, which looked pale due to blood loss. The energy contained in the flesh and blood of the eighth-level demon was far more than blood, and soon her body gradually became warmer.

In the dark crypt, only strange eating sounds remained for a moment.

Ten minutes later, one arm was completely eaten by Siftia, and only a few bare bones were left scattered around her. The bones were long and short, and the arm bones of the arms, and the short ones were the finger bones of the five fingers.

These bones were gnawed very clean without exception, and there was no trace of minced meat left on it.

After eating her right arm, Siftia finally recovered some strength. After holding her left hand intact, she felt the long-lost energy. Although she was still as fragile as she was in her heyday.

But at least at this time, she was no longer so weak that she could not even move.

Curled silently in the dark crypt, Siftia shone through the hole in a beam of starlight, quietly waiting for the arrival of dawn. Because after dawn comes, the three demons will go to the mountains not far away to hunt monsters, and will leave for about half an hour.

In the past, Siftia could not do anything in this half hour, but now it is different. She barely recovered some strength, and with the ability of Nightmare Phantom Eyes, she was confident that she would hunt monsters in this half hour to replenish her energy.

Now, I just have to wait for the dawn to come - curled up in the dark cave, and Shiftia thought.

However, she did not wait at dawn in the sky. What she waited for was a small sound of footsteps. When her petite body ran through the snow, her small footsteps stepped on the thick squeaking sound of snow, and Siftia heard a familiar sound.

"What's so scary about that big stupid bear? Hum... Since Brother Qin Hao wants that iron brand so much, let Mei'er give it to him. Who said Mei'er can't do anything? He's obviously very powerful... Hum... Hum..."

With a swearing to himself, the footsteps of the little succubus gradually moved away. In the dark crypt, Siftia carefully identified the direction of the footsteps disappearing, as if she was heading towards the mountains where Qin Hao and the others often went to hunt. (To be continued...)

ps: The so-called demon world is cruel and bloody after all. These things have always been the sinister that Qin Hao tried hard to avoid, but it does not mean that it does not exist. It is precisely because of these cruel existences that the smile of the laughing trio seems to be more and more precious in this dark hell.
Chapter completed!