Outside the iron cage, several guards were dragging a man with a broken neck out of the prison, tying his feet and hanging him upside down, and slit the man's neck with a knife. Blood rushed out like a fountain and flowed into the body under the man.
trench, and then through the trench it gathers into the blood pool deep in the prison.
Bodies that were also hanging upside down were already lined up there, some of them were still alive, and their hanging limbs twitched from time to time.
Once the blood was drained, the guards immediately picked it off and dragged the body to who knows where.
A voice echoed in the prison: "Please give me some help. After a while, I won't be able to get out!"
The response was sparse, but the guards' movements were obviously much faster.
Seeing all this, Su Zimu's heart was shaken, and the thoughts in his mind were surging like a tsunami.
What the hell is this?
What the hell is going on?
What's going on with this world?
He knew that in a backward world, there would be all kinds of cruelty and unfairness, and he also knew that from the time he traveled to the time he left Immortal Square, all he saw was the positive side of the world.
But he really never thought that the other side of the world would be so bloody and dark. No matter how fully prepared he was in advance, it was still frightening!
For the first time, Su Zimu deeply felt how cruel this world was.
There was a sound of footsteps, and Mo Xingliang walked in slowly with eight-character steps. He took out the ecstasy flag and waved it. Wisps of black energy floated from everyone's body. After a while, everyone gradually woke up.
When they were in a coma, those who had lost their limbs were silent. But when they woke up, they immediately felt unbearable severe pain, shouting for their mothers, moaning in pain, grunting, and all kinds of sounds kept coming and going.
There was something wrong with the number of people who were not injured, but they didn't care about that much at the moment. After everyone woke up, their first reaction was to look for familiar companions.
Even if they are locked in different cages, as long as they can see familiar faces, it is somewhat of a comfort.
The prison is very big, with hundreds of people nestled in different cages. Those who find their companions are extremely surprised, and those who fail to find them are worried and disappointed.
Su Zimu found Lao Gui's old and decadent face next door, but he couldn't find Wan Xiongyao's shadow.
Two cages away, an old man woke up faintly. He looked around, stood up with a sad face, threw himself on the railing and roared heartbreakingly: "Mo Xingliang, you beast, I, Miao Shidong, treat you well."
, is this how you repay me? Are you worthy of Hui Niang..."
The old man grasped the duck-egg-thick railing and shook it desperately, but he was old and weak, and his cultivation was blocked, so how could he shake it?
Su Zimu was startled, and what he meant in his words was that the old man had a close relationship with Mo!
The others looked at the old man with a bit of caution.
No one would be happy if someone pointed their nose in and scolded him, let alone the old man exposing Mo Xingliang's background in front of so many people.
His originally calm expression gradually turned into viciousness, and then into indifference: "Old man, you are looking for death!"
With a little exploration, a jet-black rope swished into the prison, tying up the old man who kept cursing.
The old man was a little short of breath, but he still refused to shut up: "Kill me if you dare!"
The rope suddenly lifted upwards, hanging the old man in the air.
Mo Xingliang said coldly: "Let's start with this old man."
"Yes!" the cell leader agreed, opened the cage door, took the old man out, and tied him to a large table. After fixing his limbs, he personally inserted a thin bamboo tube into the old man's wrist.
A thin stream of blood rushed out and fell into the copper basin that had been prepared long ago, dripping intermittently.
Su Zimu's brows twitched. Damn it, bloodletting also gives out experience!
In another prison, a young man grabbed the railing and yelled angrily: "Dad, Mo, you don't have to die well, you don't have to die well--"
Then there was a burst of scolding, and the meaning behind the words was that the old man was actually Mo Xingliang's father-in-law, and this young man was his brother-in-law.
The prison exploded on the spot. What kind of trash is this guy that could do something worse than a beast?
Father-in-law sacrifices to heaven, has boundless power?
Mo Xingliang raised his fingers and didn't say a word.
The prison leader understood the idea, took the young man out, and bled him a second time.
The old man's blood had almost drained out, and his face was as pale as paper. His weak arms struggled twice and then slumped down.
Everyone was in jail and felt the same pain. They wished they could break out of the prison and cut Mo Xingliang into pieces with a thousand knives.
A strange thing happened again. Instead of draining the old man's blood, the guard pulled out the bamboo tube and sent him back to the prison. The drained blood was not sent into the blood pool, but was collected in a basin and stored separately.
Su Zimu was confused, what did this mean?
Not only him, there are many monks who cannot figure out the relationship between cause and effect.
Su Zimu thought that what he saw was everything, but he didn't expect that this was just the tip of the iceberg.
The guards first dragged the bodies out, and then the seriously injured and dying people.
They still have breath and can struggle a few times, but only a few times.
At this time, Mo Xingliang took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, flicked the bottom of the bottle, and an evil spirit flew out of the mouth of the bottle. He pointed lightly: "Ding!"
The evil ghost was immediately fixed in the air by an invisible force, and below him was a row of people hanging upside down.
The injured were already extremely frightened, and now another monster came, making it even worse.
Su Zimu clearly saw steaming white gas rising from the bodies of the injured, slowly rising in strands, and finally being swallowed whole by the soul-eating demon on the roof.
A frightened roar came from an unknown cage: "Soul-eating demon? Mo, you are crazy!"
Mo Xingliang smiled slightly and pointed at the person who spoke: "He is next!"
At this time, no one spoke anymore, and the entire prison was silent. Only the victim's feeble moans and groans could be heard.
Mo Xingliang looked up to the sky and laughed, and left unhurriedly.
There was silence for a while before a voice boldly asked: "What on earth does Mo want to do?"
"What else can we do? First bleed and then extract the soul. This is to refine the blood elixir!"
"Blood Soul Pill? Isn't the person named Mo a remnant of the Blood Demon Sect?"
There was a bang, and the prison was in chaos again.
Su Zimu's mind was full of questions, so he leaned to the edge of the cage and called in a low voice: "Brother Helm, Brother Helm!"
Lao Helm moved his butt and came closer: "What's the matter?"
Su Zimu lowered his voice: "What is the Blood Pill?"
"You've asked the right person." Lao Helm sat up straight, "This thing is the secret of the Blood Demon Cult. It is a kind of refining that integrates a person's flesh, blood and soul, taking the essence and discarding the dross.
The magic elixir is said to be able to increase one's cultivation and consolidate one's realm, and the effect is extremely extraordinary."
