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In the deep corridor, almost no light can penetrate.

The thick darkness and dampness made people shed tears involuntarily.

Middle-aged men and young men were hung in cells on the ground floor. Deep water flowed below, and there seemed to be invisible monsters swimming around.

Ye Zhifan closed his eyes and ignored the surrounding environment.

He has experienced life-and-death situations several times, but they are dungeon tortures with the same purpose, and he has already faced them calmly.

Death, darkness, pain, and fear could no longer affect his state of mind.

As long as he can't be killed, he will let everything die under the butcher's knife!

Ye Wenyuan actually cried.

Tears and snot were pouring from his nose. Even though he had not had any water for several days, he could still cry in a melodious manner, as if he was playing the erhu.

"You said we were doing well, why did we become prisoners? Oh, my junior sister Qianqian will be sad if she can't see me."

"I thought we could get through it smoothly. Why can't you bear it and reveal your secret in anger? Well, this is really unbearable..."

"Why do you think uncle is so miserable?"

“When I was young, I was arrogant and almost died when I offended people I didn’t dare to offend.

After being rescued, you finally settled down for a while, and then got involved in your parents' affairs. You fled all the way, and even caught up with your father.

I have been hiding in hiding for more than ten years, not daring to show my true colors to others. I am like a rat in a stinking ditch. I have to change places every time.

Later, I was found by your kid, and I was on the run for three days again. That means that during the time when my nephew was around, uncle, I took a good rest.

Now, I have been dragged into a dark dungeon by you again.

Tell me, do I, Ye Wenyuan, owe your family anything in my previous life? "

"Uuuuuuuuuuah, my good nephew, where are you? If you don't come back, my uncle will be tricked by your brother Ye!"

Even though he was tortured, Ye Zhifan's expression did not change.

It is vicious and murderous from beginning to end.

Only when I heard Jia Xingming's name did I feel moved.

Mottled blood covered his face, and his wet, smelly hair blocked his sight. He shook his head stiffly, and his eyes as black as the abyss stared at the middle-aged man.

His dry and smoky throat issued a cold warning:

"Ye Wenyuan, don't mention him! Given our current situation, do you want to repay kindness with hatred?"

The image of a man with well-developed limbs and a simple mind suddenly collapsed, condensing into a bloodthirsty king standing on countless human bones, watching with cold eyes as blood flowed into a river.

With a blink of an eye or a wave of a hand, countless lives can be wiped out.

In his eyes, everything in the world is just an ant.

Ye Zhifan's momentum at this moment was so powerful that even the experienced Ye Wenyuan could not help but shrink.

He is indeed a descendant of the Ye family in the Holy Land, he thought.

At this moment, noises came from the winding corridor.

There were many people, the arguments were fierce, and there was a faint echo that was difficult to hear clearly.

"That little bastard killed my young master of Tianwu Pavilion. I will cut his body into thousands of pieces and crush his bones into ashes!"

"I don't care what you think, I want to avenge my grandson!

"And my young master from Kongming Valley! With the surname Guan, don't think that just because you become the city lord, you really think that you can cover the sky with one hand in Lihuo City?"

"I, the Flying Eagle Faction, are also here to put down my words. I must see that kid die here today!"

Vague words floated out, "...you...are against each other...you are not afraid of offending..."

after awhile.

"Dong dong dong" footsteps sounded scatteredly.

The dungeon seemed increasingly empty.

Not long after, a group of people walked down and stood condescendingly on the shore, separated from the cell they were in by a bottomless black river.

They seemed to have reached a deal with the Lord of Lihuo City. Although they were still angry, they did not yell and rush to kill people.

Ye Wenyuan couldn't help but swallow his saliva and sighed sadly:

"It seems that we are going to die from this today!"

The cell the two of them were in was a water cell, which looked relatively wide, but was less than a foot away from the water.

Ye Wenyuan and Ye Zhifan were like two dried salted fish, hung in the cell with their hands tied, enduring the increasingly strong smell of water droplets day and night.

The Lord of Lihuo City gave some instructions to the guards.

Ye Wenyuan heard the gears turning, first far away, and then slowly approaching from the bottom of the water.

The dead river began to become turbulent, whirlpools rose, and one wave after another.

Rotten fish and stinky shrimps floated on the water, bringing with them a rich and breathtaking stench.

It's like, something, in the invisible depths, opened a bloody mouth!

Everyone on the shore saw with their own eyes a strange fish with spines all over its body, swimming up from the abyss of the Black River, carrying the dark red water.

The monster was so terrifying that even if they were standing on the shore, they couldn't help but scream.

In the hateful eyes of the elders of Tianwu Pavilion and others, the monster rushed out of the water, revealing its bloody mouth full of steel needles, and bit Ye Zhifan who was closest to the water.

It could swallow a person into its belly in one bite, but it bit the legs teasingly, using its own weight to scratch the skin and flesh where the bones were visible.

Blood spurted out crazily.

Ye Zhifan clenched his teeth, his blood-stained face was distorted, and his dark eyes were filled with murderous intent for the world.

In the past, he would have said harsh words.

Even if he is unable to do so, he still hopes to vent his inner hatred with words.

But Brother Jia told him from his own experience that talking is a useless person's way of venting before his death struggle. It will only make the enemy laugh more joyfully and freely.

He simply closed his eyes and endured the pain of tearing flesh and blood silently.

The suffering that doesn't kill him will only make him stronger!

Ye Zhifan's silence and stubbornness infected Ye Wenyuan. After so many years of ups and downs, he was still afraid of being eaten by monsters?

Young people are not afraid. He has lived for more than two hundred years, so what should he be afraid of?

Damn it, it’s not like he’s never seen it before!

The silence of the prisoners and the cruelty of the monster did not please the elders of Tianwu Pavilion. They agreed to let the Guan City Lord spare the two of them on the condition that they were tortured to the point of death.

They wanted to hear the two of them cry bitterly!

Listen to their begging for mercy!

You have to listen to them kowtow and admit their mistakes!

Only in this way can we comfort the spirits of Zong Qian, Lu Li and the other four people in heaven!

"City Lord Guan, are you holding back?"

Elder Lu pulled his face and looked at the leading middle-aged man gloomily.

City Lord Guan's expression remained unchanged, he shook his head lightly, pointed at the water prison and said:

"Look at them, they were all bitten until they were bloody, and there were only bones left in their legs. If they were to be put on you, they would probably be frightened to death, right?

It is rare for these two people to have a strong heart.

The Holy Land has orders, and I dare not disobey them. According to your request, there is only one breath left. Well, this matter ends here. "

City Lord Guan clapped his hands and asked people to shut the monster back down.

His face turned cold and he smiled dangerously:

"If you want to violate the Holy Land, people are there. If you want to break your bones and spread your ashes, please do it yourself.

The city lord has something to do, so he takes the first step! "