"This kid is so lucky. After being locked on the third floor for three years, he can survive?"

"Didn't someone poured him poison yesterday? Why didn't he die?"

"Who knows, but as he is now, even if he goes out alive, it will not be better than death. His spiritual veins were deposed and demoted to a livestock. In the future, he will be destined to be a slave. This is the former pride of heaven, tsk tsk..."

In front, the two jailers were talking casually, without any concealment of their words, and did not care about Zhao Wuyou behind him.

Zhao Wuyou looked cold and stepped over the steps and finally walked out of the gate of the Black Prison.

When the long-lost sunlight shone on his face again, his eyes could not help but narrow, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

"Zhao Wuyou!"

A cold voice sounded in vain, and several figures came to Zhao Wuyou. A middle-aged man in the lead said coldly: "You dig your father's tomb and steal your father's bones. Your sin is unforgivable. Although you have come out of the black prison now, your identity as a slave is still there. You will have to obey the arrangements of my city lord's mansion for the rest of your life."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuyou subconsciously glanced at his right cheek, where there was a scarlet and extremely eye-catching "灵" brand.

This imprint is a symbol of Fenglu.

Xu, translated as pig.

, translated as dog.

Together, it means pigs, dogs and livestock. In this world, only sinners who commit heinous crimes or do things worse than animals will be branded.

"The young city lord gave an order. From today on, you will go to the city lord's mansion to be a slave." The middle-aged man continued.

"Young City Lord? Which young city lord?" Zhao Wuyou asked.

"Who else can be there? Of course it is the Young Lord Duan Yunfeng." said the middle-aged man.

"Duan Yunfeng?" Zhao Wuyou showed a look of surprise.

He remembered this section of Yunfeng.

When he was in Chiyan Marquis' Mansion, Duan Yunfeng had cursed and pleased him many times, but although he was accompanied by many people, those people were more or less capable and had good character. In Zhao Wuyou's opinion, Duan Yunfeng was a complete fool, so he never looked at him directly.

"Three years ago, Duan Yunfeng's father was just an ordinary deacon in the Chiyan Marquis Mansion, but now he has become the city lord of a large city like Tianyu City. It seems that the overall strength of the Chiyan Marquis Mansion has improved a lot in the past three years." Zhao Wuyou murmured.

"Follow us." The middle-aged man started.

Zhao Wuyou was still wearing shackles and shackles. Under the guidance of the middle-aged man and a few others, he slowly walked towards the city lord's mansion.

On the way, the passers-by recognized Zhao Wuyou and pointed at him. The words were not nice, but Zhao Wuyou was too lazy to pay attention to it. He had devoted himself to the cultivation.

The spiritual vein is destroyed, and it is impossible to cultivate spiritual power. So, the path to cultivation in this world is not just the spiritual power method, but also the physical body and soul.

The Jue Wushen in the previous life was to achieve the most powerful position with his soul. His attainments in the soul were recognized as the strongest in the eternal god world. Although he only carries memories in this life and does not have the cultivation level of heaven and earth, everything has to start over, but at the beginning, it is definitely different from ordinary people.

It took an hour to go from Black Prison to the City Lord's Mansion.

"Here." The middle-aged man stopped at the gate of the city lord's mansion.

Zhao Wuyou also breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, "I'm lucky, but I actually condensed a trace of my soul."

Under normal circumstances, only when a cultivator enters the stage of transformation of the gods can he have the opportunity to condense. Zhao Wuyou condensed a trace of the soul in just one hour on the premise that his spiritual vein was destroyed. This is indeed a blessing. Of course, in addition to his memory of the previous life, this is mainly because of the torture of the previous three years of black prison, which tempered his will.

Although this trace of soul power is still extremely fragile, it is not helpful to him now. With this trace of soul power, at least it is not so easy to be forced into poison like yesterday.

"Come in with me."

The middle-aged man led Zhao Wuyou into the city lord's mansion, and soon he brought Zhao Wuyou to a room.

This room is relatively empty, without any decorative items, and there are only a dense array of torture instruments. This should be the torture room in the city lord's mansion.

On the wooden chair in the front of the torture room, a handsome young man in luxurious clothes sat there with his legs crossed, playing with a knife for execution in his hand.

"Young City Lord, the man has brought it." The middle-aged man said respectfully.

"You go down first, close the door. Don't come in without my instructions." Junleng Young Man ordered.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded, turned around and left and closed the door.

The young man slowly looked up, with a ghostly smile on his lips, looked at Zhao Wuyou, and said with a slight mockery: "Young Master Wuyou, I haven't seen you for three years, so I'm fine."

"Duan Yunfeng." Zhao Wuyou looked at the person who came.

"It's rare that Mr. Wuyou still remembers me?" Duan Yunfeng's smile even more. "Zhao Wuyou, your life is really hard. It's fine if you've been in the third level of the Black Prison. I'll just get poison into your mouth yesterday. You're not dead yet?"

"You made the poison?" Zhao Wuyou's face was cold.

"Of course." Duan Yunfeng nodded, "Originally, that person didn't intend to let you get out of the black prison, but unfortunately, it's just right. Next, I have time to torture you slowly. You are just a slave of sin now, and even if you die, no one will care."

"That?" Zhao Wuyou's heart moved, not surprised.

"Zhao Wuyou, don't worry, I won't let you die so soon. There are more than 130 torture instruments in this room, and I will be one of them on you..." Duan Yunfeng's words were not finished.

"Duan Yunfeng." Zhao Wuyou suddenly looked up, and Duan Yunfeng's eyes also looked at him.

boom!

Silently, the trace of soul power condensed by Zhao Wuyou swept out directly and instantly broke into Duan Yunfeng's mind.

Duan Yunfeng only felt a sudden rumbling in his head, and then there was an unprecedented severe pain in his consciousness.

"What did you do?"

Duan Yunfeng's entire face was twisted directly. He stared at Zhao Wuyou with wide eyes and made a voice with difficulty, "Stop, stop!"

He was obviously roaring hysterically, but the sound from his mouth was minimal, and the guards outside the door could not hear it at all.

In fact, it is not Duan Yunfeng's fault. After all, Zhao Wuyou's spirit vein has been deposed, and he is wearing handshakes and shackles. In this case, he never dreamed that Zhao Wuyou could threaten him, but the result...

"call!"

Zhao Wuyou let out a light breath. His face was much paler than before, and there were still beads of sweat on his face. "Sure enough, it was too difficult to use the soul control with just a trace of soul power. Fortunately, Duan Yunfeng is a fool. He is weak in strength and has a very weak will, otherwise he would not be able to control it."

At this moment, Duan Yunfeng had calmed down. He stood in front of Zhao Wuyou, revealing a fanatical look. The next moment he saw him kneeling down to Zhao Wuyou.

"Greetings to Master!"

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Chapter completed!