The young warrior answered quickly: "I have only seen two men in black. They patrol once a day and don't give us any food or water. They only give us one pill each."
Pill?
Yun Luo immediately asked: "What elixir?"
"I don't know the name. I just know that it is a blood-red elixir that is about the size of a fingernail and smells fishy. If someone refuses to eat it, the man in black will pinch us and force it in." There was a look of resentment in the eyes of the young warrior. In other words, this elixir is a very important thing and everyone must take it.
Yun Luo narrowed his eyes: "What will be the effect after eating it?"
"Full of blood and energy, excited and unable to sleep."
The young warrior pointed to his bloodshot eyes and said feebly: "I haven't slept a wink since I was captured."
Yun Luo suddenly realized that no wonder the eyes of the warriors imprisoned here were as red as rabbits.
He hadn't slept for more than half a month. If he hadn't been a high-level warrior, an ordinary person would have died suddenly.
Is the elixir used to forcibly refresh your mind? Why do you do this?
Yun Luo is puzzled.
When she asked, many warriors in other cells around her were wailing even more horribly, but they were so weak that they collapsed on the ground like mud. They could do nothing except wailing for help.
Jun Wuchen did not interrupt Yun Luo's questioning.
He glanced coldly, scanning the entire dark prison environment, looking deeper.
"Have you finished asking? Can you give me some water?" the young warrior urged again, his red eyes staring at the water bag in Yun Luo's hand.
"Are all the captured warriors here?" Yun Luo glanced at a row of empty cells not far away.
"Everyone alive is here." The young warrior said impatiently.
"What about the dead ones?" Yun Luo looked at him quickly.
"I don't know. The men in black will pick one person to take away every day. No one has ever come back, and I don't know where they were taken. In the end, we are the only ones who survived."
Yun Luo's heart suddenly sank, "Then have you ever seen a man about twenty-three or four years old, eight feet tall, wearing a blue shirt? His strength is probably at the seventh level, and he has a dragon-shaped scar on his forehead." p>
Dragon-shaped scar, as soon as this iconic feature is mentioned, the young warrior will immediately be impressed.
"Yes, I have seen the person you are talking about."
"Where is he? Is he still alive?" Yun Luo asked hurriedly.
"I don't know where he is, but he has the highest strength. He was one of the first people taken away by the men in black, and he never came back again."
The young warrior licked his lips again and couldn't bear it anymore. "I'll tell you everything I know. Can you give me some water?"
Yun Luo pursed her lips and threw the water bag to him, her face looking very ugly.
None of the warriors taken away by the men in black came back, which is probably the worst possible outcome.
Qinglong was one of the first people to be taken away.
This is undoubtedly bad news for Yun Luo.
The young warrior didn't care about her mood. After grabbing the water bag, he couldn't wait to open the lid, raised his head and drank it with his mouth. He drank all the water in the water bag in one breath, and then he let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
Tone.
The eyes of the warriors in the surrounding cells were almost bleeding, and they were shouting and wailing one after another.
Jun Wuchen noticed something was wrong with Yun Luo's expression and reached out to help her up, "Luo'er, is there the person you are looking for here?"
"Yes, I have a friend who has been with me for many years. His name is Qinglong. He was taken away by men in black. His life and death are unknown now." Yun Luo whispered.