There was only a wall between Qianyu's cell and Ye Zhihui's cell. Although they couldn't see their faces, they could hear each other's voices.
"Dishonest? Why were you arrested?" Ye Zhihui shouted loudly from the other side, her voice filled with excitement and surprise.
"This is also a question I want to ask you." Qianyu had the same doubts.
"I stole the Fiery Red Ring and made my master lose face, so I was caught."
"There are rumors from the outside that Mu Zhengyi let you go and did not punish you."
"Master did not punish me, he just locked me up and restricted my activities." Ye Zhihui replied, "What about you, why were you arrested?"
"I deceived the heart of crossing the misfortune from Hanwen."
"You are so brave!" Ye Zhihui exclaimed, "You dare to defraud buyers. This is a serious violation of the rules of the auction. The master will definitely not let you go."
"Both each other." Qianyu smiled bitterly, "How long have you been here?"
"More than a month."
"Did Mu Zhengyi treat you during this period..."
"No." Before Qianyu finished speaking, Ye Zhihui interrupted him, "I am the master's only apprentice. He couldn't bear to punish me, but he had to punish me, so he could only imprison me. Maybe wait for him
One day when I feel better, he will let me out."
"Do you know the whereabouts of Ye Zhiqiu?"
"I don't know." When Ye Zhiqiu was mentioned, Ye Zhihui's expression immediately became solemn, and he murmured to himself: "I haven't heard any news from my brother since we last parted at Tanlang Mountain. I don't know.
How is he doing now..."
"He is a very cautious person, nothing should happen to him," Qianyu said.
"I hope God can keep my brother safe and sound." Ye Zhihui prayed for Ye Zhiqiu devoutly.
"Ye Zhiqiu hasn't come to see you during this time?"
"No." Ye Zhihui replied with some disappointment, and then said worriedly: "I hope my brother will not come. The master has already set up a dragnet, waiting for my brother to step in. If my brother comes back, he will definitely be arrested by the master.
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"The cells here are all made of wood. They should be easy to break through." Qianyu glanced at the wooden cells on the left and right. The fence of the cell was composed of gray thick wooden pillars, and the other three sides were made of ordinary earth and stone.
The wall looks like it has no defense.
Ye Zhihui laughed and said: "The two cells we are in have similar structures to those cells. You can give it a try."
Qianyu's hands and feet are tied by vines. This kind of vine is called rock vine. It is a hundred times stronger than an iron chain. The more he struggles, the tighter it becomes. Even ordinary weapons cannot cut it off. As a
A spiritual gathering master, he is very aware of the characteristics of the rock vine. The rock vine cannot be opened with brute force, but if you inject vitality into it, the vine will gradually become soft and can be automatically untied.
"You can transfer vitality into it..."
Just do what he said, Qianyu immediately held his breath and focused on regulating the vitality in his body. He was surprised to find that the vitality in his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. No matter how he controlled it, the vitality never responded.
"How could this happen..." Qianyu frowned and looked at the surrounding environment again, but found nothing unusual.
"Haha, are you unable to use your vitality?" At this time, Ye Zhihui's gloating voice came from the cell next door.
"There seems to be some kind of formation here that will restrict the use of vitality." Qianyu's perception was very keen and he expressed his guess.
"You guessed it right. There is a finite element array in the central area of this cell. Any cultivator, as long as his cultivation is under the Taiyi realm, will not be able to use his vitality here, just like ordinary people." Ye Zhihui said to
We know very well here, "This dungeon is called the Gate of Hell. Once caught, few people can escape."
"Since this is the gate of hell, why are you not afraid at all?" Qianyu asked.
"Because I am the master's only disciple, and he is reluctant to kill me."
"With Mu Zhengyi's status, if he wants to recruit a lot of disciples, why would he choose you?"
"This is because he... why should I tell you?" Ye Zhihui suddenly stopped mid-sentence, not intending to reveal too much information. Then he changed the topic to Qian Yu and said: "What about you? What are you going to do?
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Qianyu fell silent, he hadn't figured out a way to deal with it yet.
"I think the master may spare your life because you are a fourth-grade spiritual gathering master, and fourth-grade spiritual gathering masters are rare in the East China Sea."
"Maybe." Qianyu wasn't sure either. What he should consider most now was how to escape. He stretched his muscles, then did some warm-up exercises, and got into a charging posture, intending to use his own body to test the strength of the cell.
Degree of solidity.
Since his hands and feet were tied, Qianyu could only rush towards the cell door by hitting his back.
"boom!"
The moment his body came into contact with the cell door, Qianyu's face immediately became particularly ugly. Even though his skin had gone through five times and his physical strength had been greatly improved, Qianyu still couldn't bear the severe pain caused by the impact.
Stop shouting.
The seemingly ordinary wooden pillar burst into gray brilliance at the moment of impact. Countless inch-long needle-like barbs sprouted from the surface of the originally rough wooden pillar, all of which were pierced into Qianyu's back.
Qianyu's back was pricked like window paper that was leaking from the air. Blood seeped out of the dense holes soon, dyeing the clothes on his back blood red. These barbs would not disappear immediately after entering the body, but would gradually expand.
Then burst.
"Pa bang bang..."
Before the first round of pain passed, Qianyu's back swelled sharply, looking like a convex mountain peak. After reaching the highest point, it exploded. The sound of the skin being torn apart was suppressed by Qianyu's screams like killing a pig.
The heartbreaking pain tortured Qianyu until his face was distorted and his expression turned pale.
"What's wrong with you?" Ye Zhihui didn't know what happened, so she could only ask next door.
Qianyu didn't have the energy to answer her questions. He could only lie face down on the ground. The condition of his back was terrible. There were wounds everywhere, blood was flowing horizontally, and even the bones were exposed in some places. If not treated in time, these few days would be
God, he can only crawl.
If it were any other cultivator, he would probably die. Fortunately, Qianyu's physical strength was strong and he withstood the explosion of barbs, barely surviving. He quickly took out a handful of pills from the mustard bag and filled them with edible pills.
All were eaten.
"Dishonest, are you still alive? You're not dead, are you?" Ye Zhihui shouted worriedly.
"Why are you shouting, why don't you let people rest?" Qianyu roared dissatisfied, then closed his eyes tiredly, and soon fell asleep... (To be continued)