In the gloomy sky, purple thunder pythons emerged from the dark clouds, and then a low muffled thunder was heard.
The sea water constantly hits the steep edge, setting off countless white waves. Faintly, a hidden stone door appears in front of you.
"What a damn weather!"
There were two figures standing on both sides of the small stone gate. They were two aliens with one horn, one was young and the other was already middle-aged.
The young foreigner was already soaked to the skin. Seeing thunder bursts and a heavy rain coming soon, he couldn't help cursing.
Facing the complaints from his companions, the other alien showed no expression, obviously he was used to it.
"I'm going to eat now."
After being hit by a huge wave, the middle-aged foreigner said something.
"Come back soon, I'm hungry too."
The young alien still complained that he just wanted to end this painful work as soon as possible.
The middle-aged stranger ignored it, took out a stone key from his wet clothes, inserted it into the stone door and twisted it slightly, and the heavy stone door slowly opened.
The dark tunnel is very narrow and only allows two people to enter. There are seventeen forks along the way. If you take the wrong fork, you will lose your way. Some forks have traps. If you take the wrong fork, it means death.
Therefore, even if he walked hundreds or thousands of times, the middle-aged alien did not dare to be careless.
After walking along the dim tunnel for ten minutes, my eyes suddenly lit up and I had arrived in a huge cave.
There are rows of bookshelves in the cave, and various books are also listed on the stone walls. It is conservatively estimated that there are tens of thousands of books.
In the humid air, the smell of books is a bit pungent.
In the main hall, an old man wearing a brocade robe was sitting on a stone chair covered with soft monster fur, looking through the books in his hand.
The old man was as skinny as a stick, with long messy gray-white hair hanging casually on the back of his head. His hands were covered with blood vessels like earthworms, and his weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles. He was lifeless, but his body already had little vitality.
But even so, he still sat upright on the stone chair, maintaining the unique demeanor of a scholar, with a pair of bright eyes containing wisdom hidden under his deep-set eyes.
In the main hall, in addition to the old man, there are eighteen aliens holding weapons scattered around. Their task is to guard the old man.
Some people have been working as guards for thirty years and have become accustomed to this kind of work and life.
Although this kind of work is boring, it is also very relaxing.
Because this place is very secret, built on the edge of the cliff, ordinary people cannot find it.
Even if he found it, it would be difficult to cross the dangerous sea to get here.
Even if you really find it, there are so many forks in this place, and if you are not careful, you will die. No one can come here quietly.
Even if they really come here, they can control and kill the old man instantly.
In the past thirty-seven years, five groups of people came to rescue the old man. Three of them were not even seen face to face. More than half of them were killed or injured and fled directly.
Although the other two groups saw people, they were all wiped out in the end.
It has been 12 years since anyone came to rescue her.
Footsteps sounded, and a figure appeared at a fork in the road. A foreigner wearing a yellow robe appeared in the cave.
Behind him followed 21 figures.
These figures have iron chains on their hands and feet. They are all human beings, including men, women, old and young, and there are even two children of five or six years old.
Some of these people's faces were ashen, some had faces of fear, and their bodies were trembling. One of the children even burst into tears out of fear.
The cry echoed in the cave, which seemed a bit harsh. Many aliens frowned slightly, with murderous intent flashing in their eyes.
"Shut up."
There was only one scolding, and the crying suddenly stopped.
At this time, a girl covered the child's mouth with force, not daring to let the child make a sound.
Along the way, they have seen the cruel methods of aliens and know the consequences of angering them.
The cry disappeared, and the alien man walked towards the old man with two books in his right hand. Amidst the sound of iron tools clashing, the others followed closely behind.
Arriving in front of the old man, the alien threw the book in front of the old man and said: "This is your human race's exercise "Fire Burning Prairie", and this is the alien's exercise "Sky Fire Technique". Sir, they said they have something in common. What do you know?
Do it, it will be completed within a week."
Zhou Chengfeng looked at the two paper books in front of him with unusually calm eyes.
He wanted to refuse, but couldn't.
If you refuse, the 21 people in front of you will be brutally slaughtered.
And it was in front of him.
He once refused and ignored the prayers and screams, but in the end he chose to compromise.
If you fail or exceed the time limit, you will die.
There are 21 people, and one person will die every day. If there are no more people, new ones will join until the mission is completed.
If he had a choice, he would not hesitate to commit suicide, but at this time, he could not even commit suicide.
Even if he dies, the other party will put on a new body for him.
He has seen that kind of method before.
Evil and disgusting, so he didn't even dare to commit suicide.
"Be honest and don't look for trouble."
Seeing that Zhou Chengfeng remained silent and the foreigners didn't care, he left without saying a word.
"Enter the iron cage honestly."
After the alien men left, the 21 humans were driven into an iron cage with a diameter of five meters by two aliens, like imprisoned animals.
And this iron cage is ten meters away from the old man.
You can see it by looking up.
In the iron cage, except for the children, everyone else's eyes were fixed on the old man, with longing and hope in their eyes.
They knew that whether they could survive or not depended entirely on the old man in front of them.
Facing these looks, Zhou Chengfeng avoided his eyes and sighed slightly.
When will such days end?
In the past thirty-seven years, he has analyzed hundreds of human skills and martial arts for foreign races. How should he make up for this sin?
He is a sinner!
He doesn't know how many humans have died because of the techniques he analyzed?
Zhou Chengfeng lowered his head and looked at his hands. Although these hands were holding books, they were stained with endless blood.
Over the years, he has also analyzed many alien techniques, but he cannot escape and is of no use at all.
Zhou Chengfeng glanced at the 21 people in the iron cage, and his eyes lingered slightly on the two five or six-year-old children.
After a moment, he closed his eyes, and the soul power in the soul sea shook slightly.
The next moment, his eyes were radiating light, as if there were endless stars twinkling within them. A transparent film emerged from his neck, wrapping his brain. Transparent tentacles were connected to Zhou Chengfeng's head, and there seemed to be something inside the tentacles.
What transparent energy entered Zhou Chengfeng's brain.
"Light-brained beast!"
In the iron cage, a man looked at Zhou Chengfeng and exclaimed.
It turned out to be the light-brained beast that ranked third on the list of rare and exotic beasts.
Although such demon spirits have no attack power, they are more precious than the demon spirits on the Earth Ranking List.
According to legend, the person who refines this demon spirit will have the most powerful brain in the world and a terrifyingly high IQ.
At this time, they understood why this old man was so valued by the aliens.
Why would the aliens threaten this old man with their lives?
"Stop, do you know how many people your actions will kill? What's the point of living an ignoble life like this?"
The man grabbed the iron cage and asked angrily.
He is afraid of death, but he doesn't want to live in shame.
As a warrior, he knows that a wise man who can analyze the skills is far more terrifying and harmful than an emperor.
Zhou Chengfeng opened his eyes slightly, and the light in his eyes was like substance. With the help of the demon spirit, all the information about the man appeared in his mind.
"Age between 40 and 43 years old, left-handed, swordsman, seventh-grade Feitian realm of martial arts strength, no demon spirit refining..."
Zhou Chengfeng did not refute or explain, but silently endured the middle-aged man's doubts and even abuse.
"Yes, we have died a hundred times, so don't do things for foreigners."
"Old man, you have lived to such an old age, why haven't you lived enough? How come you still have the nerve to live? I really want to spit in your face."
"Shut up. If you want to die, you can die yourself. Don't get us involved!"
"I don't want to die yet. My parents are still waiting for me to go back."
"The aliens can't let us go back easily. Let's die."
When facing death, everyone has different thoughts and feelings. Some people think that death is the end of the world, while others would rather live contentedly.
Facing the prayers and abuses, Zhou Chengfeng acted very calmly. He chose to ignore it and returned his eyes to the exercises. At this time, with the help of the super brain, the exercises in his hands began to be analyzed...