Gu cheng.

Wei Xiaobao stood at the head of the ancient city wall, listening to the screams and begging for mercy from time to time in the city, with a expressionless face and no pity.

The undead will cause trouble in the world, everyone will be punished, there is no sympathy at all, and if you let anyone go, there will be an unknown number of innocent people who will die under their almost perverted death sacrifice.

The elite of the ancient city had already been killed and wounded in the bloody battle just now, and the rest were just some shrimp soldiers and crab generals, so Wei Xiaobao didn't make a move, and only let the knife go in with the rest and kill them one by one.

At this moment, a familiar figure suddenly appeared on the city wall unexpectedly and slowly walked towards Wei Xiaobao.

It was the old man who escaped from Wei Xiaobao's hands, but was arrested by his own people.

Wei Xiaobao looked coldly at the old man who took the initiative, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Spare my life, and I'll tell you everything I know. ”

The old man walked in front of Wei Xiaobao, suddenly knelt on the ground, and said in a low voice with a hint of pleading.

Wei Xiaobao ignored the old man's words, as if he hadn't seen it at all, and still looked down at the ancient city in front of him, his face expressionless.

"Spare my life, and I'll tell you everything I know. ”

The old man repeated what he had just said, trembling all over.

"You said you were dying, why did you suddenly start caring about life and death? How do I know if what you said this time is true?"

Wei Xiaobao still didn't look at the old man, but said lightly.

"There are many kinds of death, and I don't want to die with despair and endless fear. ”

The old man lowered his head and said in a trembling voice. The fierce battle just now, he saw it in his eyes the whole time, and the last trace of unyielding stubbornness in his heart was completely defeated with the death of the middle-aged man.

In fact, if the middle-aged people don't die today, then the first one to kill is the old man himself, because the old man's greed for life and fear of death brought Wei Xiaobao and others here and exposed it.

So in disguise, in fact, Wei Xiaobao has inadvertently saved the old man's life.

"Say, say everything you want to say, and if I'm satisfied, I'll probably spare your life. ”

Wei Xiaobao glanced at the old man kneeling in front of him, and his voice was cold.

The old man listened to Wei Xiaobao's words, but suddenly hesitated, because Wei Xiaobao didn't give him the promise he wanted, he didn't dare, if Wei Xiaobao turned his face and didn't admit it, then he would lose his wife and break his army.

At this moment, Xiaodao had already led people up the city wall and slowly walked towards Wei Xiaobao.

At this time, in the ancient city, no sound could be heard, and a trace of fire rose to the sky, burning everything wantonly, and it seemed that it was about to burn to the city wall.

The billowing smoke slowly rose, blending into the layer of weird smoke clouds in mid-air, making the entire ancient city look even more eerie and gloomy.

"Wei Ye, apart from him, there is no one left in the city, I have already set the fire, we need to leave as soon as possible. ”

The pale knife walked to Wei Xiaobao's side and said in a low voice, looking a little haggard, it seems that the injury is not light, and it can last until now, not ordinary people can endure.

"Good. ”

Wei Xiaobao nodded and looked down at the old man who was still kneeling.

"If you don't say it, then stay here and bury it in the fire. ”

Wei Xiaobao said as he turned around and was about to leave.

"I say!

The old man distorted his expression and shouted helplessly at Wei Xiaobao's back.

"I'm listening!"

Wei Xiaobao stopped, did not turn around, and said lightly with his back to the old man.

"This is the sacred place of sacrifice for the undead, the annual sacrificial ceremony will be held here, the middle-aged man you killed, is one of the four great protectors of the undead who are responsible for guarding here, stationed here all the year round, the reason why you can find it, I think the connector in the city was killed by you, right? ”

The old man lowered his head and said a lot in one breath.

"Connector?"

Wei Xiaobao didn't speak, but the knife standing beside Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but speak.

"That's right, in addition to setting up branches in various places, the undead also set up connectors between each branch, that is, middle-aged people, who introduce all the undesirable people to the branch, and then the branch hall takes the souls of those people and uses them for the annual sacrifice ceremony to sacrifice to Lord Death. ”

The old man patiently explained.

"Where the hell is the lair of the undead?"

Wei Xiaobao finally spoke and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"I don't know. ”

The old man shook his head and said.

"Don't know?!"

Wei Xiaobao's voice sank, and he asked coldly.

"I really don't know, really, in fact, I'm just hiding in the vicinity of the ancient city, responsible for luring suspicious people away and making sure that this place is not discovered by outsiders, my position is low, and it is impossible to know such a top-secret thing. ”

The old man kept shaking his head and said with a sad face, for fear that Wei Xiaobao would not believe what he said, if he didn't believe a word, then everything he said before would have no credibility.

Wei Xiaobao was silent, he believed that the old man would not dare to tell a lie at this time, and for a person who wanted to ask for a life, he would definitely give everything he had to get a glimmer of life.

"What is the strength of that middle-aged man just now among the undead?"

After a long time, Wei Xiaobao spoke again.

"Upper-middle level. ”

The old man thought for a moment and said.

Hearing the old man's words, Wei Xiaobao frowned, it seems that the real master has not yet been encountered, just one Dharma protector is the middle and upper level, so how strong will the real powerhouse in the undead clan be?

"Who is the throne?"

Wei Xiaobao suddenly thought of the divine seat that the middle-aged man mentioned before he died, and hurriedly asked.

Hearing Wei Xiaobao's words, the old man's face changed greatly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was full of fear.

"You... How would you know... The Divine Throne is the head of the undead race, the one who leads all the people in the undead race, except for the four protectors and the two elders of Ice and Fire, no one knows what it is called, no one knows whether he is male or female, and what he looks like. ”

The old man curled up on the ground and said tremblingly, as if mentioning this person made him feel more frightened than Wei Xiaobao in front of him.

"How strong is he?"

Wei Xiaobao asked.

"No one knows, but there are rumors among the undead that among all the four protectors, the two elders of Xuanbing and Agni are the most powerful, but the people who can subdue these six people should be stronger, I just heard about it, and I don't know the truth. ”

The old man said slowly, his voice still trembling.

Xuanbing Flame, the Four Great Protectors, and the Divine Seat?

Wei Xiaobao narrowed his eyes, it seemed that the undead he saw was just the tip of the iceberg, and it might not be as easy as he thought if he wanted to be completely destroyed.

"Cut off his hands and let him live. ”

After a long time, Wei Xiaobao, who had recovered from his contemplation, walked under the city wall and left a faint sentence.

Hearing Wei Xiaobao's words, the old man raised his head blankly and looked at Wei Xiaobao's back, his face like ashes.

Wei Xiaobao promised that if what the old man said could satisfy him, he would spare the old man's life, and he did not break his promise.

But he had to make sure that this person would not cause trouble in the world in the future, so he let the knife cut off this person's hands, so that this person would no longer harm others, and as for how long he could live, it would depend on the old man's own creation.

The group buried the bodies of their dead brothers in the endless mountains and forests, which can be regarded as allowing the spirits of the dead of the entire ancient city to bury them.

Then, a group of eleven people, left the ancient city and left the jungle.