Strongest Soldier King Chapter 646 646: Where is This?

"Dripping, dripping..."

Luo Zheng heard the strange, incessant sound as he regained consciousness in a hazy state. It was regular and rhythmic, but unidentified. His head throbbed violently, his consciousness slowly returned, and he gained control of his body. A while later, Luo Zheng rembered being knocked out by Song Yan, thought of Lan Xue, his brothers, and the tourists waiting for rescue on the island. He wondered how they were doing.

Gradually, Luo Zheng felt as though he wasn't bound by ropes, which surprised him. As his mind regained so clarity, he thought of more things and tried moving his arms. Indeed, they weren't tied, but his entire body ached unbearably; it felt like he had broken two or three ribs in his chest, and his legs hurt too much to move. It seed like sothing was wrapped around his ankles.

"Hiss?" Luo Zheng moved slightly, and felt a sharp pain in all his muscles. His brows furrowed tightly, his eyelids heavy, barely able to open them. Luo Zheng knew he was seriously injured and didn't dare to move recklessly. He closed his eyes, pricked up his ears to listen to his surroundings. The dripping sound was clearer now, and there was no other noise. Luo Zheng decided to practice the familial Breathing Skill to heal his injuries.

As ti ticked away, another hour passed, and Luo Zheng felt a little better. He slowly opened his eyes, only to find complete darkness around him; he couldn't see anything. It was as though he was in a world engulfed in darkness, devoid of stars, buildings, and forests—nothing but a pure void of darkness.

"Where is this? Am I dead? But wouldn't death an no pain?" Luo Zheng looked around in surprise, a wave of unease washing over him. No one could stay calm in the face of endless darkness.

Luo Zheng felt himself lying on the ground, his hands slowly feeling around. The surface felt like it was cast from steel, cold and hard. He got a shock, propped himself up on his hands, and slowly got up, feeling around him. Finding nothing, Luo Zheng had no choice but to give up, sit cross-legged, and continue healing with the Breathing Skill.

Having faced death nurous tis, Luo Zheng had his understanding of it and wasn't afraid. He knew well that in strange, eerie environnts, it was important to stay calm and understand the significance of keeping his body in good condition to survive. Since he couldn't discern his location, he stopped trying and focused on healing, which was key.

While sitting, Luo Zheng discovered sothing beneath his feet. Feeling it with his hand, it seed like a chain. There were shackles on his ankle bones, weighing about ten pounds, not more than a ter long—just enough to walk. Luo Zheng was shocked. What did this an? He was stunned for a while until he sensed sothing was off. Song Yan didn't need to do this; killing him would have been too simple—just throwing him into the sea would suffice.

After thinking for a while to no avail, Luo Zheng listened to the dripping sound, figuring it was water dripping from a pipe. Not wanting to strain his thoughts further, he continued to practice the Breathing Skill. He didn't know how long had passed when he began to feel hungry, which was a sign that his condition wasn't too dire, only internal and external injuries, nothing worse. Suddenly, footsteps approached from outside. Luo Zheng was startled, opening his eyes and looking in the direction of the sound, his ears perked up.

Soon, the footsteps stopped in front of him. Suddenly, a clang sounded, and an opening the size of a shoebox appeared, letting in so light. Then, two porcelain bowls were pushed in, seeming to contain sothing. With a clang, the opening was closed by sothing, and the surroundings plunged back into a deathly black silence. The footsteps gradually faded away and soon beca inaudible.

"Hiss?" Luo Zheng looked at the scene in surprise, completely dumbfounded. What was going on? After pondering for a long ti without understanding, he simply gave up thinking about it and slowly crawled forward, quickly touching the porcelain bowl. He picked up a bowl and put it under his nose to sll, detecting no scent, but it had so weight.

He stuck his finger in and touched it, feeling like water. He was startled. Could it be food? Only then did Luo Zheng notice his lips were very dry. After thinking about it, he decided it didn't matter what it was; dying was just dying. If Song Yan wanted him dead, there was no need for such trouble.

Thus, Luo Zheng picked up the bowl and took a sip at his lips. It was indeed water. Not caring if it was poisoned, he began to drink greedily. He finished the bowl quickly, and the cool water entering his body brought a hint of vitality. Luo Zheng set the porcelain bowl down, picked up another, and stuck his finger in it. It was sticky, like rice paste. Without overthinking, he directly brought it to his mouth to drink.

After swallowing a small mouthful, the taste was quite bad, but it indeed seed like food. The hunger in his stomach was overwhelming; even raw food had to be consud, let alone sothing like rice paste. He swallowed greedily, but after a few mouthfuls, a wave of nausea ca over him. Luo Zheng's brow furrowed as he forcibly suppressed the feeling. To survive, he had to endure.

After swallowing all the strange food, having sothing in his stomach made him feel much better. Luo Zheng put down the bowl, slowly got up, and extended his hands forward to feel around. After a few steps, his hands touched a hard wall. He carefully felt it; it seed to be cast from steel. Touching behind and to the sides revealed the sa.

Luo Zheng was surprised as he felt around and discovered that all the walls were cast from steel. He was in a space less than four square ters. Looking up, it was pitch-black; he couldn't see anything, but he faintly sensed an exhaust fan turning, providing so fresh air to the space.

"A solitary cell?" Luo Zheng thought in surprise. Only in a military force would such a place exist, but even then, the walls would not be made of steel; at most, it would be a tiny dark room. What exactly was this place?

With his mind full of questions, Luo Zheng slowly moved to the center, sat down cross-legged, and felt his clothes. They weren't the sa as before. It was too dark to see clearly, so he didn't know what he was wearing. Luo Zheng quickly put this concern aside, sat cross-legged, and continued to practice the family's "Breathing Skill" to heal.

Ti slowly passed. When sleepy, he lay down on the ground to sleep, and upon waking up, he continued his healing practice. At set tis, soone would push the porcelain bowls through the rectangle mouth, and then take away the original two bowls. Everything was very regular, as simple as a blank piece of paper.

Having stayed in this endless dark space for an unknown length of ti, Luo Zheng felt it was a miracle he hadn't lost his mind. He took the opportunity to concentrate on his cultivation. His body slowly recovered through continuous practice, his external injuries mostly healed, and while his ribs needed more ti, they were no longer fatal. This was a great fortune amidst misfortune.

The recovery from his injuries made Luo Zheng feel much better, but the eerie environnt around him was like a mountain, pressing down on him so hard he could hardly breathe. He needed to figure out the situation quickly. At this mont, a series of footsteps ca, more frequent and not just one set. This was completely different from before. Luo Zheng was shocked and beca alert.