My Waste Husband novel Chapter 717

Silas pointed to the ground. "18 levels of Hell, after hundreds of years, have been completely opened up by countless predecessors. So, Hell has become what you see now. Some people died. After staying here for a long time, former enemies have become friends. Everyone is thinking about how to live better, hoping to get out of here. At the same time, in this place, according to those local things, we can witness the development of the outside world. Those big metal birds with wings, those boxes that can run, those are all the things we have never seen before. I have several books, all of which are characters of your era. We don't know them. So we need you..."

Silas was suddenly stunned. His eyes, which had been calm, suddenly widened at this moment. He stared at the front. He clearly saw that Henry jumped up just like what he had just done. However, the yellow light that he had imagined did not appear. Henry was so relaxed. Unexpectedly, he broke through the sand layer above his head.

Such a scene was something that made even Silas unable to react for a long time.

"Could it be that the formation has failed?"

There was a trace of ecstasy in the eyes of Silas. He jumped up again, but the result made Silas extremely disappointed. The flash of light was like a ruthless big hand. It destroyed all hope in Silas's heart, and he was bounced back again.

In Sosasmo desert, Henry coldly stepped on the sand flow. He could feel the sand flow under his feet, and his heart was filled with a surreal feeling. That was the prison where countless experts had been trapped in for countless years. But he was he able to come out so easily?

Even Henry himself was a little stunned by such a scene.

After seeing the formation, Henry wanted to experience it by himself, but he did not expect that he could jump out of the prison just like this.

The quicksand under his feet kept sinking with Henry. Henry jumped high and left here.

Inside the prison.

The short man and more than twenty people were all waiting on the first floor. They still had a lot of questions to ask Henry. After being alone for a hundred years, a new member suddenly came in. Listening to Henry talk about the changes outside was

what they were most looking forward to.

All of a sudden, a stone gate opened up in the sky, and everyone on the first floor looked up. However, who they saw was not Henry, but Silas.

"Senior, where is the young man?"

"Where is he?"

"You didn't kill him, did you? Please don't do that!"

When only Silas appeared, everyone began to ask questions. There was also worry on their faces, for fear that Henry could have encountered an accident.

"That young man..." Silas leapt down from the stone stairs in one step. He swept his gaze over everyone and slowly opened his mouth. "That young man... has left."

"Left?" The short man laughed. "Senior, don't joke around. Where can he go?"

Silas repeated again, "He really left."

"He left..." When the short man just said these two words, his expression froze. He suddenly realized that the person who said these words now was Silas, Silas, who never spoke carelessly.

Silas shook his head. "This has nothing to do with that young man's realm. I have observed him and found that his cultivation method is very peculiar. It's different from what I've seen before."

"Yes, I also noticed that." The short man said, "He obviously has the strength of the Transforming realm, but on him, I can't feel any characteristics of Qi. Is the current cultivation system different from ours? If that's the case, the formation may only treat him as an ordinary person and that is why it didn't stop him."

"Very likely." Silas nodded. "I've heard from those seniors that prison wardens would often enter and leave the Hell at that time.

Those prison wardens were ordinary people without any cultivation level."

"Aye!" The short man secretly cursed. "If I had known earlier, I should have asked that kid how he cultivates. Although we are already shaped, it is not impossible for us to cultivate again as we disperse our internal strength. Although the speed would slow, at least there would be a chance. If 50 years isn't enough, we could do it for 100 years; if 100 years doesn't work, then we could do it for 200 years. There would be a day when we could go out!"

"That's right. That kid left. How long will it take for the next person to come in? I can probably live for another thirty years. Right now, my greatest wish is to return to my wife's grave and see her for the last time," said an old man with a sigh.

"Alright, this matter has also given us a reminder. If we meet any new members in the future, we must definitely ask about them clearly." Silas said.

Everyone seemed very disappointed. A chance to leave was presented in front of them, but it was wasted by them like this. They had no choice but to sit on this floor for a long time. Finally, they sighed helplessly, went back to the first floor, and went back to their houses.

The short man pressed on a wall with his hand. The originally blue painted sky turned into a river of stars. This was how people lived there. Although monotonous, it was full of a sense of ritual. Perhaps this was the only fun they had there.

The short man lay on the bed for an entire night. They didn't have an alarm clock, but they had formed a biological clock. Before the short man's biological clock woke him up, a rich fragrance wafted into his nostrils.