Huang Jian didn't know how far he could carry his scarred body.
But he knew one thing, there was no one coming to the end of the mountain to help him.
At that time, as soon as they discovered something was wrong, they immediately asked a god to beat him, and Huang Jian naturally approached his old man Huang Chengting.
At that time, Huang Jian was being chased by Han Chan. Huang Chengting forcibly blocked a killing blow from the opponent and then left. Of course, he knew that this group of disciples from the End Mountain had reached a desperate situation.
Nanhai and Molu Mountain are very far away, but this distance is enough for the founder of Molu Mountain to reach Nanhai in one night.
When no one came, Huang Jian knew that this time the elders of Molu Mountain gave up their rescue for some unknown reason.
Huang Jian was a little disappointed, but he definitely didn't complain. It was obviously not Douluoshan's style of doing things without saving anyone, so the elders must have other considerations.
At dawn, Huang Jian staggered forward and finally saw the outline of a city.
After passing through the city gate and arriving in the city, Huang Jian stumbled and searched on the street for a long time. When he saw a pawn shop sign hanging on a shop, Huang Jian used his last breath to support himself and walked to the door of the pawn shop, and then
He raised his arm and patted the door knocker.
When the crisp sound of "when" sounded, Huang Jian's body slid softly to the ground.
There is only this big city near the South China Sea. As the most competent intelligence system under Mount Molu, Bei Songting will definitely have a contact point here.
"Zhiqua" A young man with his eyes open opened the door of the pawn shop and looked at Huang Jian who was half-dead on the ground with only half a breath left. He said in shock: "If you want to die, please die as far away as possible. Don't die in our house."
The door..."
It's also dawn, Xiake Island.
In a water prison, Lin Wenhe, Zhan Tai, and eight other disciples were all tied up hand and foot, and restrained on their bodies.
Most people are miserable, but Lin Wenhe and Zhan Tai are even worse.
Zhan Tai's body was still covered with a terrifying network of bloodshot eyes, and blood was still seeping out slowly.
Lin Wenhe was so angry that at least two-thirds of the bones in his body were shattered.
Cai Tang and Han Chan stood on the water prison with their heads lowered.
The rest of the disciples at Mount Molu looked at them with their heads raised indifferently, and there seemed to be expressions of indifference and disdain on the corners of their mouths.
"I don't want to ask much, just two things. Where are you from, and what grudges do you have with us in the Yellow River Valley?" Cai Tang asked with his hands behind his back.
No one among the disciples of Mount Molu responded, not only because they didn't want to speak, but also because they didn't know much about the fact that Mount Molu intercepted and killed Huang Hehe to cover up Xiang Que's intentions.
Han Chan frowned and looked at Zhan Tai and said, "If they don't kill a few people, this mouth might not be able to be pried open."
Cai Tang turned around and gestured to a disciple from Huanghe River Valley. Two people came over and dragged a disciple from Molu Mountain out of the water prison. After putting it on the ground, one of them took out more than a dozen silver needles from his body.
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"The medical skills of the Yellow River Valley can save countless people, but in fact, the more we know how to save people, the more we know how to torture people..."
All eighteen silver needles were inserted into the body of the Doom Mountain disciple.
Cai Tang explained softly: "This is a way of calcining people's souls. At first, we usually used it to calm people's souls, but then we accidentally discovered that as long as we add a few more silver needles and switch some acupuncture points,
, on the contrary, it will have the effect of calcining the soul. It feels like someone has taken your soul out and put it on the fire to roast... It's like an animal being put away while it is alive.
It’s the same thing when you get to the alchemy furnace.”
Most of the disciples in Mount Doom have expressionless faces.
Zhan Tai slowly raised his head and said vaguely in his throat: "You said a little too much."
"Huh?" Cai Tang raised his eyebrows.
Zhan Tai said: "You have said so much. Of course he knows how miserable his end will be. So, is he stupid and wants to suffer in vain?"
"Whoa!" Cai Tang immediately turned around. The disciple from Mount Molu had already cut off his heart.
Mr. Hanchan frowned again, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. This group of people were too calm and ruthless. They cut off his own heart and even the slightest possibility of survival at the slightest disagreement.
If you don’t even try to fight for it, where did this come from?
Cai Tang lowered his head and suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "There are nine more people here. I don't believe you can all be so tough."
Zhan Tai said calmly: "You can try it. If you can pry a word out of their mouths, I will kneel down and call you daddy. I also tell you that I will use every life here in the future."
Ten items are returned, not even one is missing."
"Then let's wait until you can get out of here first!" Cai Tang said in a deep voice, turned around and left with his hands behind his back.
In the water prison, Zhan Tai closed his eyes and calmed down the churning energy and blood in his body. He spoke weakly to the disciples at the end of the mountain: "Those old guys probably created a problem for us and are waiting for us to be self-reliant...
"
After being trapped in the South China Sea for a day and a night, Zhan Tai and the others also realized that if there were people coming from Mount Molu, they would probably have already arrived on Xiake Island.
Mao didn't even see it, so Molushan had other plans.
Zhan Tai and the others were not disappointed either. How could they walk along the river without getting their shoes wet?
At the same time, this group of disciples of Mountain Doom have also realized that perhaps the principle of being alone in the world is about to change.
In the past, Mount Molu would never send its disciples to act like this, let alone meddle in other people's affairs.
And since Xiang Que came, the rhythm of Mount Molu has indeed gradually changed subtly.
Another day later, in the city near Nanhai, in Beisongting's shop, Huang Jian faintly woke up and turned around, then tilted his head and looked at the young man standing next to him.
"Can you die?" the boy lowered his head and asked.
Huang Jian was silent for a long time, feeling his injuries, and said slowly: "If I don't die, I only have half a life left."
"As long as you don't die, the shopkeeper told you to hold on. Someone will come looking for you today. We have already received a message that someone has come out of Doulu Mountain and is heading towards the South China Sea."
Huang Jian was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that it was definitely not his grandfather Huang Chengting who came, because if their group of people really came over, they would not have been delayed for so long.
The young man seemed to see what he was thinking, so he continued: "Zhu Chungang, Yu Qiuyang, and Qi Changqing are here."
Huang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and said irritably: "The trouble is all caused by their apprentice who caused trouble. Are the master and uncle here to wipe their own butts?"
The young man said: "The shopkeeper also said, you guys, come on..."