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At first, Lin Jin thought that he had been discovered, but he did not dare move an inch.

But when he looked into the eyes of the Black Freak, Lin Jin realized that he had worried for nothing.

It was because the Black Freak's eyes did not open. From the location of the eyes, Lin Jin saw two balls of black gas s that were so thick that they were like two black gems covering his eyelids, emitting waves after waves of cold light. No wonder Lin Jin thought that he had seen himself.

However, seeing his appearance, Lin Jin was still shocked. With a glance, it was as if all the muscles on his face had shriveled up, leaving only a layer of skin on top of his face.

However, there was a handsome, straight nose on his face. It was incomparable to his current appearance, making him look extremely strange.

Although the Black Freak's spinning speed was not fast, it was not slow either. Lin Jin had just sized up the Black Freak when he spun around, only to see a long caped monster dancing in the air.

The Black Freak spun a few more rounds, and then, as if the song had reached its end, the voice coming out of his mouth became louder and louder. Every tone was much higher than the previous one, and it was definitely not inferior to the high pitch when Pavarotti sang the high note C.

As time passed, his high-pitched voice echoed throughout the prison. It was loud like the sound of metal clanging. However, there was a sense of evilness coming from it that made people feel suffocated.

As for the black gas that were spinning downstairs, they kept increasing their speed as they sang. With a swooshing sound, the mountain rose to a height of nearly ten meters.

Speaking of which, if this Black Freak could produce such a low pitched voice, if he walked onto the international stage, it would definitely make all the people who liked opera go crazy. Unfortunately, in the entire prison, the only person who could hear his voice awake was Lin Jin, the only person who could hide at the side and peep but did not know how to enjoy the music.

When the tune reached an extremely high pitch. Abruptly, Lin Jin saw a cold light flash in front of him, and that person abruptly opened his eyes, falling down from mid-air.

Seeing that, Lin Jin immediately retracted his head and hid.

The singing suddenly stopped, and the entire space seemed to emit a buzzing sound. Even the rotating black gas was also shaking. It showed the power of the last note he hummed.

Once again, Lin Jin peeked his head out to peek, only to see Black Freak holding a five foot long pure black flag. He drew circles on his head in a mysterious way, constantly drawing circles.

And those black gas downstairs, followed the movements of the flag in his hand. He kept throwing them into the circle his banner had made, forming a dark vortex three feet above his head.

Seeing his actions, Lin Jin unconsciously frowned. He could completely feel that as the number of black gas in the circle increased. An overwhelming sense of oppression gradually spread out from the circle.

The Black Freak seemed to be struggling to dance. Although he could not read much from his expression, the speed at which he was waving the flag became slower and slower, as if he was stirring up a ball of extremely viscous mud.

Seeing that his expression became extremely heavy, Lin Jin knew that this spell had reached a critical juncture. He guessed that he definitely did not have the ability to pay attention to the situation in the outside world at this time, and immediately activated his zhenqi. He used a defensive spell that was recorded in the book as a precaution.

As he cast the spell, some of the surrounding spiritual energy was attracted by him, forming a strong layer of air around his body.