Chapter 1: Ghost Demonic Cave

Whoosh-bang-!

The whip dipped in cold water raised high in the air, then shook his wrists along the horse's hand, and then fell down fiercely, with a whistle buzzing sound, like a dagger, like a sharp saw, suddenly sucking on Chu Weiyang's back.

At the time of the time, the gray-black Mai was cut with a tearing sound, and then the edge was stained with dark red by the blood seeping out of the wound.

After all, it is not a real dagger or a real sharp saw.

The whip fell down and then broke a few repair marks on the hemp clothes. The torn cloth hung on Chu Weiyang's body, revealing several dark red blood stains that had been there. Then, under the invasion of blood, they were mixed together and could no longer distinguish.

From beginning to end, the young man just followed the force of the whip and shook forward in the spot.

He seemed to be unable to feel the pain, except that he had no reaction, and even lowered his head and never looked at the manager Ma.

In the cramped grottoes, people were crowded with people, and the buzzing sound was sharp, and the others seemed to have not heard it. They were like Chu Weiyang, lowering their heads, not knowing whether it was cold or numb.

Chu Weiyang didn't look up, and the manager Ma was not angry. He came to stand at the door of this cave and always wanted to whip it. The difference was that who was standing outside.

It was like whistling, like slapping the palm, like knocking on the door frame.

After only a few breaths, Chu Weiyang's face turned from burnt yellow to white.

Everyone who has lived here can clearly remember every feeling of hunger - it starts with anger, and then anxiety. After a few days, walking begins to become difficult, and even thinking becomes very difficult, emotions and feelings become burdens, thoughts and bodies gradually separate, and death will come at any time.

He suddenly extinguished the hostility in his heart, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

There were so many oil stars in the white soup in the pot. They were filled with rotten vegetable leaves that were almost black. Occasionally, a piece of minced meat floated up, and there was also a fishy smell.

The first two spoons were sank into the bottom of the cauldron. When they were fished, there was not much soup. There were several large pieces of obvious fishy meat in the two spoons of rotten vegetable leaves. It was not until the third spoon that the man took a spoonful of white soup from the noodles and poured it into Chu Weiyang's bowl.

The dust gradually filled the grottoes.

He couldn't speak, and he felt a little more afraid.

Just holding it in his hand, most of Chu Weiyang's body slanted slightly. The iron stone seemed to be extremely heavy. When it first touched Chu Weiyang's palm, the blood rust on the iron stone immediately seemed to come alive, flashing with some strange light, and crawling straight into the torso along Chu Weiyang's arms.

"Two things!"

The man gradually walked towards the door, and through the dimest wisp of the evening, he could vaguely see a bald man with a fleshy face. There was a very distinct scar on his face, from left to right, almost cutting the entire face in half.

Gradually, pure evil qi condensed in Chu Weiyang's palm, and turned into a vortex in strands, and finally condensed into a drop of red water droplets, falling into a jade pot that was one arm high. In this way, a drop of evil slurry was condensed into.

In the dark grottoes, no one spoke. After a few breaths, the sound of iron ore knocking came from the door. Looking carefully in the light, Chu Weiyang, who was standing at the entrance of the grotto, took out a piece of iron ore the size of a fist from the piled basket.

Everyone else was stunned.

It was not until a steaming pot was placed at the entrance of the grotto and the crowd who had been numb all day seemed to have come alive.

But he still raised his other hand with difficulty and hung in the empty jade bottle.

But even so, the shorter the breathing sounds of everyone, there is an uncontrollable desire.

As soon as he thought of this, Manager Ma shouted sternly.

The already unbright sunlight shines through the narrow portal and diagonally into the smoke and dust of this cave. It suddenly cuts into beams of light, and it looks even more and more terrifying for a moment.

Not long after, when I looked again, the iron ore held by Chu Weiyang with the other hand was absorbed by all the turbid evil spirits, and the spiritual light dissipated. When Chu Weiyang tried to force his palm slightly, the time turned into powder and spilled along the gaps of his fingers.

"What are you doing in a stand-in! Work! Be honest! You are staring at you!"

The big man stood in front of the cauldron, grabbed the spoon with one hand and took the empty bowl from Chu Weiyang with the other.

After saying that, he shook the long whip in his hand again and walked away from the grotto gate with his hands behind his back.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

The footsteps of the manager are getting farther and farther away.

"Master Ma also knows that you are in trouble. Don't say that you don't treat you as human beings, this second thing is to start from today. Everyone's food rations will be doubled!"

Only when they heard this did the people in the cave reacted, they all raised their heads and looked at Manager Ma.

Bang —

As such, the long day passed like this.

This is the best bowl in a cave, and it is also the "reward" of Chu Weiyang who took the initiative to stand at the door and was whipped by the manager today.

But no matter how hunger and desire were, no one in the cave was disturbed. Then, they all looked at Chu Weiyang standing at the door. However, at this moment, Chu Weiyang turned his head to look deep in the cave and looked at a figure that seemed particularly burly in the crowd.

Chu Weiyang pursed his lips tightly, enduring the pain without making any sound, and did not change his expression.

Even the manager of Ma was stunned for a while.

In life in the Demon-Suppressing Cave, hunger can torture human nature more than pain.

In this way, pig food is also like this.

Chu Weiyang, who was forced to be whipped by Manager Ma, was not moved at all. At this moment, facing the erosion of the iron and stone evil qi, the young man trembled uncontrollably.

This was beyond everyone's expectations.

Even if I consider my practice, I should leave this pickled place early!

Mr. Ma is very particular about human beings, and even when dealing with slaves in the demon-suppressing cave, he always emphasizes etiquette.

Thinking of this, the manager felt more and more uneasy, and he suddenly felt a little angry. He looked at Chu Weiyang who was standing at the door and turning to look at him. Without any warning, the manager Ma suddenly raised the whip in his hand and slapped Chu Weiyang on the back again!

They were thin and burnt faces, and they were numb eyes after suffering from pain.

If the cave is full of ghosts, what is my Ma Master? Fry the little ghost's cow head and horse face all day long?

It's no coincidence. My name is really Ma...

This must be because the evil spirit in the Demon Suppressing Cave was too heavy, which actually shook my mind!

"The first one, starting from today, everyone needs to temper the evil slurry every day, from one and a half pots to two pots! When they are still breathing, there is no reason to bargain!"

For a moment, Manager Ma's face suddenly froze. He suddenly realized that he seemed to be standing in front of the gate of hell, and there were gloomy ghosts in front of him, those faces, those empty eyes, and the dark and cramped environment, no matter how you look at it, they don't look like the world on earth.

Such an image seems to have a bit of a demon-suppressing effect.

From beginning to end, the man did not really look at the food rations in the big pot carefully, and whether it was doubled as Manager Ma said; Chu Weiyang did not mention it either, and later Manager Ma beat the whip that Manager Ma beat him more. He just silently took the bowl handed back by the man, held it firmly and firmly in his chest, walked to the depths of the cave, and sat stiffly on the stone along the wall.

When he drank half a bowl of soup, ate all the rotten vegetable leaves, and chewed a piece of fishy meat, the bald man then sat next to Chu Weiyang with the bowl.

He moved his body with difficulty, half of his body tilted towards Chu Weiyang, and then lowered his head again, and a mute voice only circulated between the two.

"Last night, the turbid evil spirits accumulated, completely sealing my entire meridians for several weeks. I sat withered and sat without any progress. Xiao Chu, I'm afraid I'm about to die."

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