The streets of Genshan Prison have completely lost the familiar shadow.

Qin Kun was like a nostalgic old man, pointing to one territory after another and saying, "Who was this place once belonged to someone." Qian Po followed him delicately, and felt a little disdainful when he saw his nostalgic behavior, and said, "Who is this place now?"

The two walked all the way, and Qin Kun felt that the Qianpo had slept all the new hosts, and was a little sad.

There were indeed not many old acquaintances left back then, only a few years later. The grandmother went from a shameless and disgusting old woman to the underworld level, and was as pink as an 18-year-old girl. It was puzzled and a little helpless.

"What kind of place is this?" Qin Kun refers to the Ten Dead City.

The longer Qin Kun stayed in Ten Dead City, the less he understood. The feeling of Ten Dead City was somewhat different from the system.

The rich woman said, "I didn't know it before, but now I'm a little clearer. Do you believe in life?"

"I believe it."

"This is a place to fight for death." The grandmother found a fence-like land in front of her. An old man with a fishing net looked at her hotly, raised the corner of her mouth, and pulled the collar down.

"Fight for life? Fight against heaven and death?"

Qin Kun has only heard of this word in novels.

Qian Po shook his head: "No, it's a fight for the lives of others. In the exile, people who are punished by heaven can live longer by taking away other people's fate."

"Incredible. How do you know?" Qin Kun was curious.

The grand woman shrugged: "I heard it from him when an old guy from Tianqian Prison was sleeping."

In a blood mill, Qin Kun stopped. The grandmother looked at the tall windmill and smelled the fishy smell floating inside. She pressed her fingers against her nose: "The owner of this place is said to be terrifying and cold-blooded. Do you know it?"

At the door, a burly fat man with blood and blood pounced out like an orangutan, screaming in excitement. Qin Kun smiled at him and said, "Qinhao, where is your master?"

The fat man pointed to the windmill, and Qin Kun exclaimed and saw Snow Kui taking some air-dried corpses from the windmill.

Just now, I didn't notice this guy with my sky eyes. It seemed that Xiao Kui had also practiced some hidden body skills.

"Kunlun Demon?"

Snow Kui jumped down from the windmill, and the earth shook, and the meat stalls around him were shocked. The grandmother widened her eyes and saw the other party's outfit, she was incredible: "The corpse-eating Titan...Haquin?"

Qian Po was sweating coldly, and Snow Kui suddenly raised his eyebrows and licked his lips: "What a fragrant flesh. Kunlun Demon, is this a gift you gave me?"

Qian Po was shocked and quickly retreated. Snow Kui sneered and threw out an iron hook, as if he was spiritual, pierced through Qian Po's neck and hooked her back.

Qin Kun saw that Snow Kui's eyes were red and he was overwhelmed. He reached out to grab the chain tightly and said with a smile: "This is an old friend, not a gift."

Zhao Kui tried several times and found that Qin Kun's arms were still motionless and as steady as iron cast. He shook the iron chain, the hook fell from Qian Po's neck, and his eyes gradually recovered.

Not a gift?

"It's so strange. The smell on her body should be bad, but why is it so good?" Choukui sniffed Qianpo carefully, feeling disgusting and coveted.

The grandmother didn't dare to move at all now, and her body stood there stiffly, regretting that she had come with Qin Kun.

However, the guy in front of him who was looking like a butcher lost interest in himself after hearing Qin Kun's advice.

"Since I am a friend of Kunlun Demon and my friend, come in and sit down."

The Blood Mill is now a corpse exhibition hall. Qin Kun had long admired Snow Kui’s collection, but this was the first time Qian Po came. When he found many familiar corpses on the shelf, he smiled bitterly. It was indeed Hayquin, the corpse-eating titan, who was already famous in the Ten Dead City.

She knew that there was a powerful host in Genshan Prison, but she had never met her. Who would have thought that she would know him in this way today?

Choukui took out some things he bought in the central area and treated the two of them, looked at Qin Kun and said, "I heard from several tribe members that you have come frequently during this period, but you have never asked me for it. Come today. Do you need my help if you have anything to do?"

Qin Kun is Qin Kun’s only friend. He is cruel and ate corpse and looks vicious, but he is very loyal to Qin Kun. I don’t know if it is fate or natural harmony.

Qin Kun said: "It was nothing, but I heard from the baby mother on the way that the Ten Dead City is a place to fight for death. I'm curious to ask you."

Qin Kun had known for a long time that Choukui was an indigenous person. He lived here for a long time and had never been out. Choukui should be very familiar with the matter of the Ten Dead City.

Snow Kui sat there upright, suddenly opened his bloody mouth and bit into the air. He felt something was swallowed into his stomach. Half of the room was still a blood mill, and the other half became a mountain.

Qin Kun was stunned, what kind of magic trick?

Zhao Kui's belly was bloated and could not speak. When he walked over there, he waved to Qin Kun and the others. After Qin Kun followed, Zhao Kui spit out the things in his stomach and the space returned to its original state.

The Qianpo next to him was sweating coldly: "The Heaven-Swallowing Prison of the Titan, one of the strongest areas of the Ten Dead City... I used to hear that it had the function of swallowing people's fate, but now I find that it still has the power to break the boundary..."

Choukui looked at Qian Po in surprise: "You know a lot?"

The grand woman said respectfully: "I heard from Tianqian Prison."

Qin Kun also hid his surprise in his heart. The longer he stayed in the Ten Dead City, the faster his knowledge grew. Qin Kun was already shocked by the death of the space just now. However, nothing happened in such a place. After all, most monsters are unpredictable living bodies of ghosts and gods.

They came to a mountain, outside the city, and there was a huge hole in the sky, with crystalline causal lines intertwined in the air, like spider webs, inside which was the life twists of the dead hosts billions of times.

Qin Kui looked at the sky and said to Qin Kun: "The Ten Dead City is a place of exile. The way to get rid of exile is indeed a battle for life. The energy in the causal line is a great supplement. However, there are very few hosts who can play with this energy."

Qin Kun was puzzled, and Xiao Kui said, "The Mu God in the Death Palace is a knot, and the causal line is regarded as a string by him. The causal line is behind the insect, and the causal line is regarded as a cocoon by him. The white god is a knot, and the causal line is regarded as a hair. The fox god counts half, and the cloud fox's fox fire is burned, and the fuel is a causal line, but it consumes too much, and then uses other methods to refine the sword light, which is not considered to be played with. As for other gods in the central area, they are just a false name."

Qin Kun was stunned.

Qin Kui whispered: "This is why I always want to be a ruler. If I also get into that tower, I will learn how to use the causal line. Do you know? I am an exiled Titan, and it is impossible to truly escape, but being in the billions of causal line is equivalent to my escape from this cage."

Qin Kun will find it difficult to understand something that is too abstract.

What Zhao Kui said was a hundred times more profound than what Qian Po said. Qin Kun thought about it and said unsure: "In other words, can you live in other people's cause and effect?"

Qin Kui raised the corner of his mouth: "Yes. Even if the owner of the cause and effect line dies, the billions in his cause and effect line may still exist. Using other people's lives for yourself is the only way I can think of to get out of trouble."

Qin Kun's chest was undulating.

Who can say that living in that way is not a high-level form of existence?
Chapter completed!