"So it's absolutely impossible to apologize."

The thin old man shook his head as if chanting sutras. There was no expression on his skinny face, except that he was extremely disbelieving.

After hearing these words, Ning Tao raised his eyebrows and said: "The old gentleman's research is very thorough. It actually makes me feel like I have a sudden enlightenment. I wonder who the old gentleman is?"

"Haha, I can't even talk about being an expert. I'm just a nobody. I just can't stand the hypocrisy of your Holy See, otherwise I wouldn't be staying in this hellish place."

The thin old man laughed very casually.

However, Ning Tao was not like that. After a closer look, he found that this person was thin due to starvation, and there were various black and blue scars on his body.

It seemed that he had been punished.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked curiously: "Does the old gentleman just not believe that the Pope will come to apologize to me?"

"I told you that it's impossible. Everyone in the Holy See is so stubborn, and their leader is naturally even more stubborn. Anyway, in all these years, I have never seen him bow his head to anyone."

The thin old man was holding weeds in his mouth impatiently.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he sneered: "Although I don't know what you, the archbishop, have committed, but since you are locked up here, it proves that you are not far from death."

"Oh, why?" Ning Tao said in surprise.

"I don't know if you have heard of the myth of the Twelve Apostles. Forget it, this prison was built by them to imprison the most heinous sinners."

"You won't understand even if I tell you too much. There was once a powerful vampire prince who was imprisoned there, but he died on the third day. You should be more careful," he said, holding the weed in his mouth with a playful look on his face.

Ning Tao was stunned for a long time, looking at these twelve iron pillars engraved with sacred runes, he slowly closed his strange eyes.

The thin old man is just sarcastic pity.

In an old castle room, Pope Peter, dressed in white, looked out the window, and unknowingly a game began.

Behind him, a large word was written on a piece of paper, which represented the first day of the game.

Time passed very quickly, three days flew by in the blink of an eye.

The dark dungeon is filled with moss and cool atmosphere, and the mottled floor tiles reveal the vicissitudes of time.

The thin old man slept until he woke up naturally as always. He lazily and skillfully pulled out a piece of weed from the corner of the brick and put it into his mouth. The cool and refreshing taste would let him know that he was still alive.

He raised his head casually and glanced casually, but he was startled the next second and almost swallowed the grass in his mouth.

"You...how are you still alive?"

The person he was referring to was naturally Ning Tao. The latter was woken up and rolled his eyes at him angrily, then showed surprise.

"Old sir, am I alive now or in a dream?"

The thin old man swallowed his saliva in surprise, touched his head in confusion, and murmured: "Am I dreaming?"

At this moment, Saka and Elos came over proudly. However, when they saw that Ning Tao was unharmed, their expressions suddenly became strange, and there was an indescribable astonishment.

However, no one spoke. Saka knocked on the iron pillar with his holy sword, then moved closer and read some scripture.

After the two Elos sneered and left, the thin old man seemed to suddenly say: "It seems that there is something wrong with the cage. Now that its power has been activated, you will definitely die tomorrow!"

Ning Tao shrugged, looking casual.

The fourth day came quickly, the sun had reached noon, and even the dark dungeon could feel a touch of warmth.

The thin old man opened his eyes leisurely, skillfully pulled out a weed and stuffed it into his mouth, but when he raised his head, the weed fell.

"You...how are you still alive? This is impossible?"

Hearing this, Ning Tao said angrily: Why should I die when I'm living well? Old Peter hasn't come over to apologize yet."

"Just go ahead and have your dream, and apologize. I'm sure I haven't woken up yet. You'll definitely die when I wake up. Just wait," he said angrily and fell asleep.

Elos came over for a routine inspection, but found that Ning Tao acted like a normal person and secretly increased the power of the runes before leaving.

It shouldn’t be? Is the cage broken?

On the fifth day, it rained heavily in the Vatican, and the torrential rain fell like a waterfall from the thick clouds.

The beads of heaven and earth are connected into one piece!

Old Peter's wise eyes moved from the window to the table, where there was a big letter "Five" and a letter.

It was sent from Huaxia Hongmeng, asking how their alliance leader was doing. Although the words were tactful, it could be seen that he was anxious about the wedding in five days. He was indeed right in his bet.

He immediately picked up the letter with a sneer, walked to the flames, and threw it in without hesitation, not caring about anything about Hongmeng.

"There are still five days, Ning Tao, can you remain calm? I want to see if you will surrender or not..."

Old Peter's eyes flashed with wisdom.

Inside the dungeon, the howling wind was quite cold.

"Tick tock tock...!"

Perhaps it was raining too hard, and Ning Tao woke up leisurely, but first looked at the cage not far away in confusion.

Why is that old gentleman still sleeping today?

He shook his head slightly and slowly closed his eyes to practice, but the calmer he became, the more he wanted to snatch Sophia back.

And if you stay there for a long time, ridiculous thoughts will pop up in your mind, like whether Sophia is doing something with Cao Bin, whether she has a change of heart, etc...

Although he thought it was nonsense, he would start thinking randomly as soon as he calmed down. When he left, he secretly promised Xinyue to take her mother back, but now... he is still imprisoned.

On the seventh day, the confused and thin old man noticed someone pushing him, and couldn't help but open his eyes with difficulty to see.

However, in the next second, his whole body was frightened, and his upper body was ejected directly, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"You...how are you still alive? No, how did you come out? You...stay away from me, don't come over..."

The thin old man looked at Ning Tao outside the cage with a look of disbelief. He actually came out of that cage.

The latter scratched his head slightly and said with a dry smile: "I don't know exactly. Anyway, that's how I got out."

"You're lying. That prison is the nemesis of all sinners. No one has ever escaped. It's impossible."

The thin old man exclaimed regardless of the changes in his body.

Just as the former was about to speak, his face suddenly hardened, and he immediately threw a magic pill at him and said, "You have a high fever now, take this, or you will die."

With that said, he actually walked towards the cage.

Under the stunned expression of the thin old man, Ning Tao pulled open the two iron pillars and walked in.

It's like it's not an iron pillar, but two springs.

"Tap tap...!"

Saka came with a black face and six knights in a menacing manner, and kept reading scriptures on each runic iron pillar.

The only effect is that the iron pillar becomes brighter and brighter, giving a feeling of purifying the world, but it still has no miraculous effect.

After the six knights left, Ning Tao seemed to have thought of something. He pulled out the iron pillar and got out. He pulled one out of the place where the thin old man often pulled weeds, held it in his mouth and walked back.

The skinny old man's eyes were about to pop out, how could this be possible? This was a dream, this must be a dream...

On the ninth day, Pope Peter looked at something solemnly. This was sent by Mo Yuntian, the number one man in China.

I wrote two simple words, "Let him go!"

Huaxia also sent a warning to the Holy See through connections, but no one paid any attention to it, and these two words were also swallowed up by the flames.

A cold look appeared on Pope Peter's face. Tomorrow is the wedding of Cao Bin and Sophia, and the succession ceremony of the leader of the blood clan. Ning Tao... I don't believe you can still sit still!
Chapter completed!