In the early morning of the next day, Chen Mo, led by the tired Jiaojiao, went to the pier, where the Eight-foot Dragon King was already waiting for him.
It turns out that he is not on Chilong Island, I hope he won’t disappoint me. Otherwise... With this unknown mood, Chen Mo walked towards the dock, where there was a ship waiting for them to board.
"Si Fengmu, have you come up with any ideas?" the Eight-foot Dragon King asked after boarding the ship.
"I forgot to ask you for more information about him yesterday. If we could know his origins, family background, etc., we should be able to do something about it. After all, there is always one thing that will be his weakness."
"Even if you asked yesterday, I couldn't give you anything."
"Then how do you know that he is related to the Great Secret Treasure?"
"This is quite complicated to say. Although I cannot say that I am 100% certain, I am still 90% certain."
Seeing what the Eight-foot Dragon King said, it was hard for Chen Mo to ask further questions, otherwise it would seem like there were too many things going on, which was not in line with the character of a subordinate.
Chen Mo has already gotten over the matter of taking the boat. He no longer feels as uncomfortable as before. This is the best gain in the past two months.
The ship went straight to the north, turned a corner after it was about to reach the heavily guarded Pearl Island, and drove northeast for a distance. There was a desolate island, a dilapidated pier, and the ship of Chen Mo and his party.
Just stopped here.
The pier has another mystery. It looks shabby from a distance, but when I get closer, I find that the shabby pier has a good route that is not easy to detect. As long as you follow this route, you will not fall into the pit. Chen Mo smiled in his heart: What are these secretive things like?
What are things used for?
Only Chen Mo, Jiao Jiao, and the Eight-foot Dragon King got off the boat. It seemed that Jiao Jiao's status on Chilong Island was somewhat special. Chen Mo thought that it shouldn't be as simple as a plaything that the Eight-foot Dragon wanted.
There is no beach or any other place on this small island. The entire island protrudes into one section, a bit like a mushroom with a large root.
Walking past the pier, there is a staircase leading up to the island. The woods on this island are very dense, covering the surroundings of the island. The jagged tree trunks stick out from the edge of the island, just like those Chen Mo has seen.
The struggling hands on the battlefield.
There is a path two people wide in the forest, leading to the center of the island.
"There are many venomous snakes here, and most people would not dare to come here. Si Fengmu can reach out, so we should pay more attention. After all, I am afraid of the venom of some venomous snakes." The Eight-foot Dragon King reminded, and Jiaojiao just walked next to him, and she also
Because of this reason.
"It's okay. I've been in the mountains and forests for a long time and I'm used to it." Chen Mo followed the two of them at a certain distance and said nonchalantly.
There is a stone hill in the center of the island. Several plants and trees bearing unknown fruits are growing in the gaps between the stones. After walking around the mountain for a while, a cave entrance appears in front of the three of them. They can hear something as they exit the cave entrance.
The sound of water droplets "tick-tick-tock".
Walking into the dark entrance of the cave, his eyes went dark. Occasionally, water drops dripped down, which was cold and cold. Chen Mo took a sip. It was fresh water. In Qianjiao Island, fresh water is precious. Many islands do not have direct fresh water.
Collect water from other islands with fresh water emerging from the ground.
After walking in the dark for a while, there was finally light. It was very dim, coming from the cracks in the rocks above, but I still couldn't see clearly what was here.
Jiao Jiao skillfully took out the fire stick and lit the oil lamp on the wall. For the civilians on the mainland, oil lamps are not consumed casually, but here, oil lamps are the least valuable. Use them casually, and the oil here is
There are a lot of them from certain fishes.
After lighting one, my vision was much better, but there was more than just one oil lamp here.
As the oil lamps at the back lit up, Chen Mo could clearly see the environment here. There was a hollow inside the stone mountain, and it was natural, but not big. At this time, Chen Mo was standing on a spiral downward staircase.
Jiaojiao walked down the stairs and lit the oil lamp on the stone wall.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't go to the cave." Chen Mo sighed.
"Four eyes, the cave sky is used to describe the beautiful scenery. This is not a beautiful scenery. Let's go." The Eight-foot Dragon King said.
The two of them also looked for the stairs to go down. The dripping water made the place a little too long and the road surface was a little slippery.
After spinning twice, the three of them started eating. There was an iron door at the bottom, which was stained with rust. The Eight-foot Dragon King knocked hard on the iron door three times. After a moment of silence, Chen Mo heard footsteps coming from inside.
After a while, there was a "click" and the door opened inside, revealing a strong man.
"My subordinate has met the island master." The man said respectfully and glanced at Jiao Jiao beside him.
"Yes." The Eight-foot Dragon King nodded and walked inside with Jiao Jiao and Chen Mo.
There was another cave inside, and it was very big. Chen Mo and the others were standing on the platform at the upper edge of the cave, and could see the entire cave clearly.
Chen Mo looked down. It was much cooler inside than outside the door, and the ventilation was better. It was just that the smell was a bit overwhelming when the door was opened, but he got used to it after that.
The things inside are very messy, with various torture instruments placed randomly. The cave is well-lit and there are not many blind spots. In the center is a table filled with food and a thin, elderly man.
The people stood there respectfully.
Not far from the table inside, there are two bunks spaced apart from each other. There are people lying on both bunks, a man and a woman, naked, and their necks are chained with something like a dog chain. Each end of the chain is
There was a big stone pier, and there were more iron chains next to the big stone pier. As for these miserable men and women, Chen Mo knew what their role was without even thinking about it.
There are several iron bars around the cave, and there are cells there. The light inside the cells is dim, so you can't see clearly what's going on inside.
"You actually have such a hidden cell. What are you guarding against? Thousand Keys Island is just a big cell."
"You are wrong. This was not a prison cell originally, but a place to store food. Later, water seeped here and it became a prison cell."
With that said, a few people walked down the stairs. I don't know if it was intentional, but they couldn't help but pass through the torture instruments. Chen Mo looked at the backs of the two of them suspiciously: Do they like this routine? They are so good at it.
?
"You don't seem to be afraid of these instruments of torture." The Eight-foot Dragon King said something profound.
"Why are you afraid? I have tasted this before."
"Oh?" The Eight-foot Dragon King stopped and glanced at Chen Mo.
"At that time, Black Tiger Mountain was destroyed and I was taken into prison."
"You were already in jail, how did you escape?" Based on the calculations of the Eight-foot Dragon King, he entered the jail and had no room to resist at that time, so how did you escape? It's very doubtful.
It’s not like there are no “rebellious” people.
"I was lucky. I happened to run into the Chu State's policy of prisoners going north to die."
"What do you mean?" The Eight-foot Dragon King narrowed his eyes.
"At that time, the border guard king of Chu State requisitioned a large number of prisoners to fight on the border." The person who spoke was not Chen Mo but Jiao Jiao. She knew about this.
Just in time, with your proof, I can see how suspicious this Dragon King is. Chen Mo secretly rejoiced.
"So that's it." The Eight-foot Dragon King returned to his original appearance again. "It seems that Si Fengmu has a lot of experience."
Several people came to the table, and the big man and the little old man stood together, waiting for instructions.
"How is the situation?" asked the Eight-foot Dragon King.
"Can't die."
The Eight-foot Dragon King said "Hmm" and made a follow gesture to Chen Mo and Jiao Jiao, and they followed him towards an iron fence.
Jiaojiao lit the oil lamps on both sides of the fence, and the situation in the cage was revealed. Inside the cage, a man with unkempt hair and an unclear appearance was sitting against the wall. His clothes were as tattered as strips of cloth, and there were two iron hooks pierced through his chest.
Apart from the lute bone, there were many wounds, which were very oozing. In addition, his hands and feet were also tied with thick chains, as if for fear that he would escape.
"Is this called not dead?" Chen Mo looked at it suspiciously.
"If that man says he's not dead, then he's not dead, otherwise I will kill him." said the Eight-foot Dragon King.
"Is this the person?"
"Well, he still doesn't let go after looking like this. I admire his iron bones." Bachi Long Dynasty walked inside and walked into the man.
Chen Mo picked up the man's head with his Qingyu sword sheath that had not been sheathed for a long time. The blood stains on his face were black. He could only see one eye closed and the other half open, looking like he was dead.
Look.
"Can he still talk?" Chen Mo asked.
The Eight-foot Dragon King did not answer, but stepped on the man's feet with his own feet.
The man's head moved a little, his half-open eyes seemed to be a little brighter, and his breathing became a little heavier.
"Hey, did you bring wine this time?" the man said weakly. It was already this time, but he was still thinking about the wine.
"You answer my question and I'll give you wine." Chen Mo said calmly.
"Ignore him. He only says this every time he comes. Even if you give him a drink, he won't say it." The Eight-foot Dragon King said in annoyance.
"Who are you?" The man's eyes seemed to roll, and he looked at Chen Mo. His next words were to the Eight-foot Dragon King: "Where did you invite these ladies?"
This statement is clearly of no use to anyone.
"Does it matter who I am? If I have wine, you have to have a story, otherwise what's the point of mentioning this?"
"That depends on whether your wine is worth my story." The man said.
"I'll prepare the wine." Chen Mo said and turned to leave.
"Hahahahaha." The man laughed like a ghost again.
Several people returned to the table again, and the Eight-foot Dragon King said: "It's useless."
"I know."
"Then you're not going to do something?"
"What to do? He's already like this and hasn't even said anything. How can he expect any tough measures?"
"It seems you don't have any ideas?" the Eight-foot Dragon King said with some disappointment.
"I didn't say no."
The Eight-foot Dragon King's eyes lit up and he looked at Chen Mo.
"If torture doesn't work, then find another way."
"What path?" the Eight-foot Dragon King asked.
"Give him some medicine. I once worked with a doctor who was captured by our village. His medical skills were not very good, but he had many interesting methods. I learned some from him."
"What means?"
"It is a unique secret technique that is not taught to outsiders." Chen Mo said mysteriously.
"Okay, as long as you can get him to say that, you can do whatever you want. You can start anytime."
"Let's go back first. We need to prepare some things. I don't know if they are available on the island."
"If you don't have one, I'll find it for you."
After not staying here long, the three of them came out of this secret dungeon.