After the battle was over, Meng Zifei immediately came up to him. He looked at Balian excitedly and said, "Brother Si Chen, why are you here?"
Just as Balian was about to speak, he saw a gloomy look of death on the weak face of the young monk resting on his shoulder.
His eyes moved and he said in a deep voice: "Save people first."
Meng Zifei came to his senses and said, "That's right! Save people first, save people first."
His breathing was very disordered, and he obviously suffered serious internal injuries, but he still handed Jiang Shaoyu to Bai Lian in an orderly manner.
Meng Zifei carefully untied his coat and laid it on the ground, then carefully placed him on the ground covered with a layer of clothes.
Jiang Shaoyu was obviously a little confused at this time. He grabbed Meng Zifei's sleeve tightly, opened his mouth wide, and breathed rapidly: "Help me...save me...I don't want to die."
Meng Zifei patted the back of his hand, comforted him a little, then lowered his eyebrows to check the injury on his leg.
The broken leg that was torn by the vaginal hand could no longer be reattached. Not only the muscles and bones were torn off, but the jagged and bloody wound was also covered with a layer of bluish-gray color that obviously contained poison, and it kept moving towards the calf.
It spread and has now climbed up the thighs.
Meng Zifei made a decisive decision without any hesitation, and cut his whole leg off with the sword.
At this time, Jiang Shaoyu had been eroded by the poison of the vaginal hand so much that he no longer felt any pain. His pale lips did not even tremble, he just looked at the residual leg that he had flown out with a sad expression, and tensed up unconsciously.
He turned around and said in a seductive voice: "Thank you...Thank you, Brother Meng, for saving me..."
Meng Zifei said hurriedly: "It's okay now. Brother Si Chen saved us. We will be fine tonight."
Jiang Shaoyu's eyes were filled with gratitude and deep respect. He looked at Balian and said, "Thank you for your generous help, brother."
"You're welcome." Bailian had some medicine to stop the bleeding. After briefly bandaging his wound, he said, "What's going on in this valley? I saw many stables built in the mountains, and a large number of people were imprisoned in them.
Human monks, they look like..."
Meng Zifei smiled bitterly and said, "It looks like cattle and sheep that have been raised in captivity, doesn't it?"
Balian did not answer his question, but looked into Meng Zifei's eyes and asked: "Farewell to the Ghost Mountain, where did Mr. Meng go? I have been looking for you at the Bronze Gate for a long time, but I have never found your footprints. I thought
What mishap did Mr. Meng encounter inside the Bronze Gate?"
Meng Zifei's expression froze slightly, then he slowly lowered his head and gently wiped the long sword between his arms and wrists with his sleeves.
This is one of his most common habits. Every time he is worried, he will subconsciously wipe the whisk held between his arms.
It's just that the old sword of Fu Chen is no longer there. The sword in his hand at this moment has never been worn by Bailian before. It is obviously a new spiritual sword.
Meng Zifei was silent for a long time, and just when Bailian thought he was deliberately avoiding this question, he suddenly spoke again: "Brother Si Chen, there is no need to test me with words."
Meng Zifei raised his head. The pupils in his eye sockets were so deep that they seemed to be burning with fire. He said seriously and frankly: "You guessed it right, I...have taken refuge with the demons."
Balian was slightly surprised by his confession.
On the contrary, Jiang Shaoyu, who had closed his eyes to recuperate from his injuries, was caught off guard when he heard these words, and thunder seemed to explode in his ears.
He hurriedly opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief, saying, "How could Brother Meng defect to the demons?! Are you kidding me?"
If he was a greedy person who took refuge in the demons and was afraid of death, how could he resolutely rescue him in such a desperate situation just now?
Meng Zifei was so extraordinarily candid that he actually told Balian not to continue questioning him.
Bai Lian didn't seem to care about the fact that Meng Zifei had surrendered to the demons. He just looked at the sword in his arm, shook his head and said: "It's just a pity that sword and fly whisk, Mr. Meng also takes it as a pity."
I’m really willing to give it up.”
Meng Zifei's body trembled slightly, a feeling of fear surged up in his throat, his face was pale and his mind was not at ease. After a long while, he murmured: "Brother Si Chen, can you blame me?"
Bailian shook his head and said: "Those with thin soil will not be able to produce large things, and those with shallow water will not be able to swim with big fish. Mr. Meng is not a thing in the pond. A rotten dung beetle can turn into a cicada. Mr. Meng is a demon."
You have your own measure of what you are doing, and there is no need for outsiders to judge. I am not a saint who punishes all evil in the world, and I am not a Taoist priest who slays monsters and eliminates demons. The word "complaint" is too heavy."
Meng Zifei's eyes darkened, he smiled to himself and said: "A gentleman is tolerant, but a villain is jealous, but Meng is short-sighted."
Balian doesn't think he has much tolerance for others.
I just feel that there are countless monsters and ghosts in this world, and he himself is by no means a kind person.
If a human monk had to complain and be annoyed because he took refuge with the demons, wouldn't it be too tiring to live?
He's just not that cynical.
Bailian wiped off the demon blood on Tiance Junshan's sword and said: "Since Mr. Meng surrendered to the demon clan, why did he fall into this state again? And in this valley, why are so many humans being killed?
Captivity?”
Meng Zifei's face was full of bitterness and unbearable, and he explained: "These are war slaves."
"War slave?"
"Well, it's similar to the demons that were suppressed and surrendered in various immortal palace sects in the world. Taixuan Sect, Cangwu Palace, and Tianxi Sword Sect each set up the Demon Suppressing Mountain, the Demon Punishing Palace, and the Sin Sword Pool specifically to imprison their subordinates.
The disciples surrendered the demons, and this Baiqiu Mountain is the war slave camp specially built by the demons for us human monks."
"The demons that roam the human world will be surrendered and suppressed by the forces of the immortal sects. In the demon world, genius disciples carefully trained by hundreds of immortal sects will sneak into the demon world every year to monitor all major events in the demon world and pass on important information.
Passed on to the human world.
Over the past thousands of years, countless talented monks have been buried in the demon world, but at the same time, it is precisely because of these people that our righteous sect in the human world has been able to avoid devastating disasters many times."
"These monks have extremely important responsibilities, but once their identity is exposed and they fall into the hands of the demons, they will be nailed to slave chains and exiled to this Baiqiu Mountain, where they will become war slaves for the monster beasts in the mountain to train, entertain, and even
It is to fill the stomach.
Those who can safely spend three years in the Baiqiu Mountain can memorize the Summoning Demon City again, hand in the certificate of surrender, and swear to serve the demons for the rest of their lives. From then on, they will eventually become the demons on the battlefield who point to the right path in the world.
A sharp-edged weapon."
Speaking of this, Meng Zifei laughed at himself and said: "I am ashamed to say that I, Meng, am not a hero who sacrifices his life for righteousness, nor is I a gentleman who cares about the world. I associate with the devil. I have not yet achieved success and fame, but I am called the devil.
Abandoned, humiliated, and reduced to this, it is really all the fault of one’s own self.”
Jiang Shaoyu was originally extremely disgusted and repulsed by his revelation that he had an affair with the devil, but now he heard his words full of remorse and was able to reveal his wrongdoings without any cover-up.
This magnanimity actually gave him a sense of admiration.
"Brother Meng, please don't be too harsh on yourself. No one is a sage, and they all have selfish motives.
The demons are cunning and cunning, and are good at bewitching and playing with people's hearts. Although it is wrong for you to seek out the demons for a while, the advantage is to have a clear heart of good and evil. Now that you have regrets, you can just change your mistakes. There is no need for this
It’s so grudge-filled.”
Under Jiang Shaoyu's gentle persuasion, Meng Zifei still didn't seem to let go easily. He just forced a smile and stopped talking.
Regarding Meng Zifei's self-deprecation and self-deprecation, Balian did not express too many thoughts. He glanced at the collars of the two of them and saw a metal collar engraved with patterns.
The collar was a loose ring that seemed to be easily removable, but neither of them took off this humiliating symbol.
"The slave lock that Mr. Meng is talking about is this thing around your neck?"
Mr. Meng nodded and said, "Exactly."
Bailian looked at it twice, and it seemed that there was something inside the collar: "This slave chain seems not to be able to lock people's cultivation. Just now I saw that Mr. Meng's body skills are still the same, and he has not been affected by it at all. Why not escape from this valley by night.
, find a way to leave the demon world."
Jiang Shaoyu clenched his fist angrily and said: "We always want to leave this ghost place, but the demons' torture methods are too clever. This circle will not damage our cultivation, but this slave chain is
If you are too far away from the key, if you leave the mountain without authorization, you will definitely end up with your body and head missing."
Although Meng Zifei felt ashamed about the collar around his neck, he did not hide it in front of Balian. Instead, he opened the collar generously, revealing his whole face.
"Moreover, this slave lock seems to be able to be disassembled by itself, but in fact, a seven-inch long iron thorn is made on the inner ring at the back of the neck. When the collar is put on, the iron thorn will go all the way from the neck bone on the back of the neck.
Deep into the spine.
If we forcibly remove this collar, the power in the iron thorns will lose control in an instant and break our spines inch by inch, leaving us useless for the rest of our lives with no hope of recovery."
The methods of the demons are really clever. They torture people into unspeakable misery by changing their methods.
They clearly have a hundred ways to trample the lives and dignity of these human monks under their feet, but they still want to leave a glimmer of hope for people.
Dignity or life, you can only choose one or the other.
Whether it is Meng Zifei or Jiang Shaoyu, they are both capable of untying this humiliating collar.
But if you take off this necklace, it will be like breaking your own spine with your own hands. How can you struggle to survive in this chaotic night?
But if you let the collar cover your neck in order to survive this chaotic night, it means that you have personally ruined your dignity as a human being.
The pain and entanglement involved cannot be summed up in words.
Three years...
If someone could really struggle to survive in this mountain for three years without any dignity like a domestic animal, his arrogance would have been completely wiped out long ago. If he were used by the demons, he would never dare to have a trace of the opposite sex in his life.
The demon clan's method is no different from training a dog.
"I didn't see any demon generals watching over humans in the mountains, so who is under the jurisdiction of the humans and demons in the mountains?"
Meng Zifei straightened his collar and said: "There are distinct classes in this mountain. Even the human beings who have become war slaves will find ways to stand higher in the slave camp, win privileges, and make themselves more comfortable.
.
Those who are strong and willing to drive the demons will be given the right to govern us. Then such people will not be preyed upon by demons at night.
But the real master here is still the monster in the mountains. The war slaves who have spent the night safely do not dare to hide themselves, and will return to their own cages honestly, without daring to make mistakes."
Balian was silent for a moment, and then asked again: "Capturing humans, feeding demons, and cultivating war slaves, are these all the devil's intentions?"
Meng Zifei was startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "I first entered the demon world a few days ago. Who made this rule? Meng just doesn't know."
Fortunately, Jiang Shaoyu, who has been lurking in the demon world for ten years, was able to solve Bailian's doubts.
"I know this. The Demon Lord is not very interested in humans. Any human who collides with her will basically not survive the next day. She also doesn't like to leave humans in the demon world. I heard that the person who built Baiqiu Mountain is
Milu, the young master of the demon clan."
It turned out to be Milu.
Bai Lian put the wiped Tiance Junshan sword into its sheath.
At this time, Meng Zifei said with some hesitation in his voice: "Brother Si Chen, Mr. Meng knows that his moral character is lacking and he is not worthy of your efforts to save me. However, I am an innocent little disciple. Can you please save me, a mortal?"
Disciple."
Bailian's face changed slightly, and her eyes became a little serious: "You involved Miss Xiaolan in this?!"
Meng Zifei felt deeply guilty and regretful: "Because of my wrong thoughts at that time, I implicated innocent people, cramping and peeling off bones is a light thing to me, but my disciple has never done anything evil. I hope Brother Si Chen will see it in those days."
Under the friendship of our companions in Kongcang Mountain, at least... we can at least save my disciple."
Balian stopped talking nonsense and said in a deep voice: "Lead the way."
"Thank you, Brother Si Chen, for your generous rescue!" Meng Zifei was overjoyed and hurriedly bent down to lift Jiang Shaoyu up. Then he turned around and bumped his nose against a mountain wall.
But when he sat down, there was clearly nothing behind him.
The sudden change caused the blood on his face to suddenly lose color, and cold sweat spread all over his body.
It’s the small mountain on the back of the human-faced ape!
But just now, the mountain behind the ape's back was clearly pushed out by Balian, and then it appeared behind him silently.
Not to mention that Meng Zifei hadn't noticed it yet, and even Bai Lian, who had been paying attention to his surroundings with his spiritual consciousness, was unable to react.
It was as if the hill disappeared in an instant and appeared behind Meng Zifei in an instant.
Just when Meng Zifei was stiff and at a loss, a human face slowly emerged from the mountain.
The strange thing is that the outline of the facial features of that human face is exactly the same as that of Meng Zifei.
His facial features were distorted and painful, as if he had been tortured, and his hollow eyes made of stone were constantly seeping fine blood.
The picture is so weird that it makes one's scalp numb.
The mouth of that face opened and closed, emitting a small sound with unknown syllables, like a curse. As soon as it entered the ear, it felt as if there were thousands of needles piercing the eardrums.
The voice seemed to have invisible magic power. Meng Zifei wanted to escape and retreat immediately, but his legs grew like roots on the ground.
His face was stiff, and he opened his mouth uncontrollably along with the face on the mountain.
The twisted human face let out a rapid and sharp scream, and the pure white essence visible to the naked eye continued to overflow from Meng Zifei's mouth and nose, and was continuously absorbed by the face.
In just the blink of an eye, the gravel on the human face peeled off, revealing human-like skin.
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