Black smoke, golden firelight. He Qitian opened his hazy sleepy eyes, and his eyes were no longer the neat and bright dormitory of the academy.

The bluestone floor tiles under the feet exude the faint smell of stone powder that can only be emitted by freshly carved stones, but the thick layer of dark ash covered by the floor tiles tells the ancient and distant here.

Am I dreaming? He Qitian didn't panic, he didn't feel scared, even though he didn't know where it was and why he was here.

The narrow corridor is like a pilgrimage corridor, and the intricate murals spread along both sides of the corridor, He Qitian can't see what is carved on the dark wall, but he seems to subconsciously know that on the dark wall, in the darkness of the invisible object, the relief carvings spread out like guards all the way to the front.

This is a pilgrimage road, He Qitian thought in his heart, but what kind of saint or god would be at the end of such a dark and gloomy road?

He Qitian knew in his heart that he was deep in a dream, otherwise he should have screamed and retreated at this moment, this is the cowardly and fearful of him, but why did he feel that he was cowardly? The memory was gradually blurring with his will, and at the end of the corridor, He Qitian only heard a distant and mysterious song, like the ancient grievance itself.

The singing voice used syllables that He Qitian was not very familiar with, reciting words that He Qitian might know, and conveying the kind of sorrow that people could not look at and forget, so tactful, so lamenting.

With the singing, He Qitian walked towards the end of the corridor, step by step, and with each step he took out, the torches on both sides of the corridor lit orange-red flames, and the originally dark corridor gradually spread out in front of He Qitian's eyes.

Magnificent, elegant and dignified, the delicate reliefs on the wall are like blowing away the cultural relics of the floating soil to see the light of day again, different techniques, different craftsmen's works, and even different periods of style are reflected in this long corridor, as if countless skilled craftsmen have worked hard in this corridor, and devote themselves to leaving their best skills in this long corridor.

But He Qitian is like a stubborn chaser, he is not amazed by this art, he is not shaken by this song, he only knows that at the end of the corridor, something is calling him, waiting for him.

Something is so familiar, He Qitian doesn't need to bow his head to understand what it is, it is like a long dragon-like air current, just like the Great Wall that He Qitian once saw on the balcony on the roof of the headquarters of the Zunlong Group, there is a convergence of countless qi under his feet, and there is an unknown amount of deep underground surging under the corridor under his feet. The air flow was so turbulent that the qi in He Qitian's body was still resonating and stirring across such a deep land.

With each step he took, the singing became clearer and clearer, and the qi in his body trembled excitedly, like a soldier about to meet the emperor, and like a gladiatorial winner greeting the nobles.

The corridor disappeared at He Qitian's feet, and he finally reached the end of the corridor, and the distant song was finally in his ears, and he couldn't understand every syllable of the song, but he trembled and fell to his knees.

The end of the corridor has arrived, and everything unfolds here.

It was a huge underground cavern, the size of four sports fields, but the corridor was cut off the moment it entered the hall, which had no floor and a bottomless abyss everywhere it looked. He Qitian stood at the end of the corridor, kneeling on the ground reverently, tears of joy flowing from his eyes.

The entire hall was filled with dazzling golden light, making He Qitian dare not look directly, and the source of the golden light came from the center of the hall, a golden flame floating in the air. The golden flame was no less than a hundred meters in diameter, and it hovered steadily in the center of the hall. Directly below the flames was a stone pillar that was not known how high or thick it was, and the stone pillar was illuminated by the golden light of the flames, and its roots were pierced into the bottom of the bottomless abyss, to a place where even the golden light could not shine. Coiled on the stone pillar was a vivid, non-angry stone dragon, which raised its own dragon head at the top of the stone pillar, and its eyes were firmly fixed on the golden flames.

The golden flame burned quietly without any fuel, and as the flame danced, a thick silky golden aura splashed onto the stone dragon's body, flowing like flowing water over the entire stone pillar, falling into the depths of the abyss where the bottom of it could not be seen.

The song stopped abruptly, and a woman's lazy voice sounded in the hollow: "Humans, human beings who have embarked on the road of the emperor!"

With the woman's voice, the golden flame in the middle of the hollow shrank to the middle, and the original huge volume shrank by half, and the entire fireball condensed into a small sun.

"See!" the woman's voice echoed through the hall, no longer lazy, but full of terrifying majesty, like a yellow-robed empress giving an edict above the nine heavens, and the stone walls of the hall trembled with their majesty.

He Qitian looked up at the fireball shining like the sun in the hall.

The moment his eyes first touched the sun, He Qitian suddenly woke up, the whole person trembled, only to feel that the whole mind was clear, and before he could react, an incomparable quaint aura erupted from the golden sun, grabbed He Qitian's body, and threw it suddenly towards the invisible place. He Qitian didn't have time to resist, and the whole person was swallowed up by the rush of this qi.

He Qitian only felt that in this golden flow, countless voices came, as if there were hundreds of millions of people echoing in his ears, and it seemed that there were countless believers whispering in his ears. And when these words flashed, He Qitian's eyes, in his mind, always flashed many flashing pictures, and in these words, there were also that kind of deafening words, when these words sounded, other noisy voices would collectively dim, leaving only some unrecognizable echoes.

It was a sloppy primitive with no hair that had been trimmed, and his face looked very much like the primitive man He Qitian had seen in history textbooks. The man was not even clothed, he was just running on the pristine expanse of the land, hunting other beasts, gathering unknown wild fruits from the trees, and drinking the dew from the leaves of the early morning rainforest. Until one day, this primitive man looked up and saw the sun in the sky, this carefree primitive man actually opened his eyes and saw out of his mind, He Qitian looked at this primitive man's obsessed demeanor, and the eyes of this originally beast-like human actually flashed a light called intellectual. The primitive man kept looking at the sky, and when he was no longer foraging, he looked up at the sky, leaned over at the earth, and looked up at everything he had lived but had never paid attention to. At last the barbarian opened his mouth and uttered a simple syllable, which was no different from the roar he had made before, but the difference was that He Qitian understood the meaning of this syllable: the sun represented the first thing that hung high in the sky and was seen by the eyes of this primitive man that aroused his interest. When this syllable was spoken, the noisy murmuring in He Qitian's ears was muffled, but in the depths of the murmuring, a faint and imperceptible shout gradually emerged.

Then the picture brought by the golden breath turned, and there were still a few primitive people, but the eyes of each primitive person who appeared this time flashed with the intellectual light that flashed in the eyes of the previous primitive people, and they even began to communicate with some regular pronunciations, although these syllables He Qitian had never learned, but he could still understand the voices of these primitive people. It was a very authoritative primitive man in command, and the other primitive people waved rough tools made of stone, felling trees to the ground, and more primitive people dragged these trees towards the distant tribes, among the tribes, there were other primitive people, combining the earth and the felled wood, building ugly and simple dwellings. At this time, the primitive man who commanded said: "If you build a nest, you will not be afraid of insects and leopards." Although he called the improvised shelters "nests," the skeletal and strange-looking primitive man had a look of expectation and hope on his face. When the word nest came out, the murmur in his ears became low again, and the shouts of countless people became stronger again.

"You can only spin the stick on the wood to ignite the spark, this is what I saw on the flint, and then our tribe will have fire to use!" It was a human wearing animal skins, and his appearance looked a little hideous, but he was holding a wooden stick with green smoke in his hand, and he happily said to the surrounding compatriots who were also dressed in animal skins and had hideous faces in a language He Qitian had never heard before. The words were primitive and vulgar, but He Qitian was wrapped in a golden torrent, and his blood was agitated, and it actually resonated with the words spoken by this crude primitive man, which originally sounded so solemn like the roar of a beast.

It was a brother and sister who had survived the flood, and the elder brother had drawn several horizontal lines of varying lengths on the ground with a wooden stick, and the combination of these horizontal lines was used to represent the eight things that he had seen in the heavens and the earth. Her sister, on the other hand, taught her brother what he had acquired to those of her kind, whom they had yet to know.

It was a handsome man with a bronze sword, and he rode in a chariot with wheels, surrounded by beaming soldiers, and on the other side of the battlefield were monsters with birds and beasts.

It was a man with a simple rattan frame on his back, and he was carefully lying on the ground, carefully digging out a green plant, and then he carefully put the leaves of this unknown plant into his mouth and chewed it.

It was a man who was constantly drawing something on the sand with a wooden branch, and after thinking about it, he suddenly looked at the sun in the sky, and he happily drew a circle on the sand, and then threw away the knot in his hand.

It was a man who watched the torrent rushing into the sea, holding a simple prow in his hand, and at his feet was the last ditch he and countless people had dug up, and from this ditch the flood was directed into the endless sea.

Is that......

Is that......

......

At the end was a solemn old man with white hair, standing on a piled altar, holding a book of quaint bamboo slips in his hand, surrounded by the gods of the heavens in the heavens and the earth, but He Qitian could feel the fear and awe of these gods for this dying old man, and the respect of a few heroes for him. The old man held a bamboo slip in his hand, stood on the top of the altar, and recited aloud: "The situation of eternity has ended! The gods of the heavens have obeyed the order! Humanity has been established! The divine way is dead! In the name of Jiang Shang, with the power of the third emperor of China, I hereby order! Jedi Tiantong, this example of the gods!" After this order, the earth rose full of golden light, and some of the gods showed frightened looks, some showed satisfied expressions, and all the heavenly gods and spirits turned into a chaotic air flow in the golden light and injected into the bamboo slips in the hands of the old man.

With the trembling of the bamboo slips, all the murmurs in He Qitian's ears finally disappeared completely, and were replaced by a cry that penetrated heaven and earth and carried on the past and forged ahead into the future composed of different words that had been used by all Chinese nations and all Chinese members from ancient times.

"Following the continuation of our Chinese humanity, we will continue to burn the fire of our Chinese civilization! Even if we burn this body, we will have nothing to fear! If the people of China will live forever, then the civilization of China will never be extinguished, Your Majesty the Emperor of China! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Chinese Emperor! Long live the descendants of the dragon!"

He Qitian's eyes were full of flowers, and his chest seemed to be ignited by this shout, and every drop of his blood was shouting, responding to the deafening cry between heaven and earth.

That's poetry, that's song, that's roar, that's praise, that's the voice of humanity formed by the long river of civilization.

In an instant, the golden aura spread out, leaving only He Qitian still at the end of the corridor, staring at the golden sun across the bottomless abyss, at this time He Qitian was already sweating profusely, and he was shocked to realize that the qi veins in his whole body began to ache sharply, which was clearly a precursor to the exhaustion of qi.

The woman's voice said faintly: "In the end, it is still not time, my descendants who have stepped into the road of the emperor, I know that you still have confusion and confusion in your heart, you must know, humble and faithful, loyal and brave and observant of the festival are human beings, despicable and shameless, unscrupulous people are also human beings! If you can't walk unswervingly, you will be pushed forward by scars and blood and tears, remember, remember! The road to becoming an emperor must first become an adult! We will also meet, my son, go back." ”

The woman's words gradually weakened, and suddenly the stone dragon on the stone pillar let out an earth-shattering roar, and the stone walls of the hall began to tremble, and then I saw a burst of golden light emitted from the stone dragon's body, and at the same time, the golden sun suddenly expanded, and once again turned into the previous golden flame cluster, and the golden air flow fell straight down, firmly enveloping the stone dragon, and then the tremor in the hall gradually stopped.

However, He Qitian found that the pain in his body became more and more obvious, and just when the pain reached the limit, his body disintegrated in the air.

"Ahh The tearing feeling subsided in an instant, but He Qitian was still suspiciously touching his body, fearing that as soon as he moved, his body would fall into several pieces. He took a few deep breaths, and only then did he settle his fearful emotions, and he only felt that his mind was like paste, chaos had become a pot of porridge, and every Qi vein in his body that had been injured by Wuding Kaishan was stinging. As long as these forcibly enlarged qi veins are not warmed by qi, they will exude severe pain, and I don't know why the damage to these qi veins has not improved at all.

"What's the matter with me? I entered the state of the first breath when I was sleeping?" He Qitian remembered that he had a strange dream last night, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember any details of this strange dream at all, and the qi in his body was actually consumed, the only explanation was that he sleepwalked into the first breath, and the last time he entered, he did have the hallucination of a strange person speaking, so that strange dream may be the human voice he heard when he entered the state of the first breath, interfering with his dream?

He Qitian shook his head that had turned into a pot of paste, and the sharp pain in the qi veins in his body slowly declined as his breath replenished with new qi.

"Maybe it was because yesterday there were too many emotional fluctuations. He Qitian naturally referred to the incompetent crying the day before, but He Qitian still comforted himself in his heart and said, "It's okay, and no one blames you." ”

He patted his face, and couldn't help but think of the blushing and shy girl from yesterday, and he couldn't help but look forward to Moira coming to wake him up today. Thinking of that lively girl, He Qitian actually felt a strange feeling in the depths of his humble heart, maybe he could really consider bringing an American daughter-in-law back to his mother? Thinking of this, He Qitian, who spent high school and college in the dormitory, actually found that his face was hot, and he didn't know how to talk to Moira when he came to find him.

It was the sound of a knock on the dormitory door, He Qitian suddenly felt a little nervous, and before he could say the sentence "Wait a while", the dormitory door was unscrewed.

Outside the door was not Moira, but a nervous Carter, who was not carrying his horse behind him, and Carter's face did not show his flattering minion disguise.

He Qitian's instinct told him that something was wrong.

Carter almost had more beads of sweat on his head than He Qitian's head, and he didn't care how rude his actions were when he entered the door, and the moment he saw He Qitian, the anxious young man's face showed a savior-like look.

"Your Excellency, something is wrong!" was obviously urgent, Carter didn't even have time to disguise himself this time, but he had already rushed into He Qitian's dormitory without bringing his entourage.

"Something's wrong, speak slowly, don't worry. He Qitian chuckled in his heart, obviously revealing a bad premonition.

"The student union received Xiao Mo's withdrawal application, and then today Xiao Mo is gone, and the rabbit's query result is that after Xiao Mo submitted the withdrawal application yesterday, she has completed the amnestic and was sent home!" Carter said anxiously, and at the same time handed a copy of the withdrawal application to He Qitian from nowhere.

When He Qitian saw this application form, his whole person felt like the world was spinning, and he looked up into Carter's eyes.

Carter looked at the usually gentle agent in front of him, and suddenly showed the eyes of a lion, his face almost condensed with anger and urgency visible to the naked eye.

"Damn, you didn't say it earlier!" He Qitian felt that the whole person was flustered, and even the national scolding flew out, but fortunately, Carter's Chinese attainments were far from being able to understand this sentence.

"I've helped you out! Let's go cut people now!" He Qitian put on his coat, only to feel that in his head, a wave of anger was rushing straight to his nerves, and there were still bursts of worry and fear.

When he didn't care about himself yesterday, he never thought that those bastards would actually target Moira!

For the girl who held her hand in her hand yesterday.

Galahad stood in the center of the room like a guard, his gaze looking through his mask at the man on the bed.

The man sighed, trying to move his stiff shoulders, but the sharp pain in his shoulders had to discourage him.

Fenglong didn't play his boring computer games, and he didn't even bother to pretend to be heartless at the moment.

"You can't replenish your gas stock outside of China, and you won't have gas to respond to you. Galahadge said calmly, saying that he and Blade rarely had such conversations.

"Yes, but I can sense the qi, especially the vibrations caused by His Majesty. The dragon lifted the quilt and stood on the ground with his feet. Galahad knew very well that the man in front of him did not have any qi reserves in his body, and he was even more burdened with the heavy damage caused by the demonic beast, and even being able to snatch his life from the hands of the god of death had already made all the elites of the Bound Department rack their brains.

But he struggled to his feet, though his body was still riddled with holes, and even his clothes were instantly stained red with blood oozing from the torn wounds. But he was still standing by the bedside, with a faint helplessness and smile in his eyes.

"She's different from us, different from all of us. She is extremely loving, she is the emperor who cherishes mankind the most among human emperors, and all Chinese human beings are her conceptual heirs, all of her descendants. Fenglong smiled awkwardly, and it was hard to imagine how he was feeling right now. "She and the fire of China are one, or after so many years, she knows the fire of China better than any of us. Qi is her antennae, her arms, and she can open her arms wherever Qi can reach at any time. ”

Galahad was silent for a moment before he said, "But she shouldn't have woken up." ”

The dragon looked up at the sun in the sky. "Of course, she should have been asleep, but He Shao also mastered the qi, he is also bathed in the glory of the fire of Huaxia, half a foot on the path of the emperor of the human race, I said, she is too loving, so loving that even if it is the current situation, she must wake up to see He Shao. ”

Galahad suddenly raised his head, his eyes radiating a rare light, "Then why doesn't she want to cherish the moon, why doesn't she want to see the moon?"

Feng Long didn't look at Galahad's face, he just whispered, "You're 91 years old, I thought you would never get excited...... Yue is not qualified to embark on the path of the emperor, you know this. What you want is the legacy of this majesty, and isn't our goal to kill her?"

Galahad nodded noncommittally, still calmly, "Here's the plan. ”

The dragon chewed on Galahad's words, and the tyrant smiled faintly and said meaningfully, "That's right, that's the plan, that's all. ”

Carter was in front, and the prodigal man flashed through the aisle at a very fast speed, followed by the murderous He Qitian.

No one would provoke an angry lion, let alone an angry tyrant, everyone stepped aside in awe, they couldn't figure out why these two people who were not related, and even had opposite attributes, walked so murderously in the corridor of the teaching building, like evil ghosts who wanted to come to collect debts and take people's lives by the way.

The door to the Classical Charms teacher's office was pushed open by Carter, and Charles was startled by the sudden opening of the wooden door, and the potion bottle in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Where's Charles?" Carter grabbed Charles by the collar like an enraged lion, causing the lewd-looking man to panic a little, and he even forgot that he was a teacher and that Carter was just an ordinary student.

"What kind of person? Carter, are you threatening the teacher now? If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, your year-end evaluation will be very bad this year. Glales, dizzy under Carter's grip, struggled to squeeze out a hint of the majesty of a teacher, but before it could reap the benefits, Charles was drowned out in his fear.

Carter was followed by a man, a man like an angry lion. Charles couldn't remember what kind of face he had seen such a look, a look that contained anger and a ferocity that he tried to contain, but it would not appear on the face of a hero who was jealous and hateful, nor on the face of an avenger distorted by hatred. This expression is like that of a child who has been taken from his beloved toy, the anger, and the remorse that he didn't look at his beloved thing.

He Qitian, even if he had never seen this person, had heard the name of this Chinese in the casual conversation of the students, and had heard the anecdotes of this person from the mouths of other teachers in the office.

Charles secretly screamed in his heart.

"Where's Moira? You're the teacher in charge of the memory washing yesterday, and you cast the memory spell that the file suggests that she was cast!" Carter threw a file sheet in Charles's face, and at the same time threw the teacher into the corner of the office like a rag, and the lewd man slammed into the wooden table with the crystal ball, and the whole person collapsed in a pile of glass shards.

"What are you talking about! It is normal for a student who has dropped out of school to wash her memories and send them back to her home! And the withdrawal request was also submitted voluntarily by her! Why don't you ask her why she came to ask me?" Charles is still trying to maintain his dignity, but he knows very well that he and his colleagues behind him seem to have ignored Carter, the second generation of witches, and he came prepared today, not only acting differently from usual, but also revealing that he had noticed his behavior a long time ago! Damn!

Two thunderous slaps followed, and Carter grabbed the collar of Charles' robe again and lifted the man up. "Please come to the door to watch the bustling students, hurry up and invite the representatives of the student council and the pilgrims in the college, and go!" Carter, who was carrying Charles's neckline, yelled at the students who were crowding around the office door, like an angry lion.

This man, who had been in the shadows for too long, had finally revealed his long-hidden claws, and he was also a righteous companion like Green, and in a way, he was more ferocious than Green.

And what about He Qitian? He only felt a string in his head suddenly explode. The girl I might have liked, the girl who had been a guide for her for many days, became a victim in the story in the blink of an eye. Did he love the girl he had known for only a few days? He didn't know, but what would happen to that girl at the thought of being kidnapped? What would the dark wizards do with the innocent who fell into their hands? Anger and self-blame tormented He Qitian's heart, where he didn't notice, the qi in He Qitian's body was burning, the originally gentle air flow flowed in his qi veins like flames, burning every inch of flesh and blood in his body, in this burning pain, He Qitian had already lost 3 points of reason, and naturally he would not notice one thing: the damage to his qi veins caused by the opening of Wuding Mountain was slowly healing in this burning pain, and this burning flame was scorching him, but it was also making his qi veins stronger.

In full view, the Chinese snatched Charles from Carter, and Charles fell like a rag doll from the hand of a lion to the hand of a desolate monster.

Charles met He Qitian's eyes, those brown eyes could almost spurt blood, if it weren't for the only three points of reason left to control He Qitian, He Qitian's instinctive impulse would be enough to smash this man's head. When the anger was boiling, He Qitian, a somewhat cowardly college graduate, was now full of angry anger and the urge to vent.

The hard-mouthed Charles was simply frightened when he saw these eyes, what kind of eyes were these? He was simply looking at the fierce god of hell, as if he would be thrown to the ground by these hands that grabbed his collar in the next second, and then crushed into a pile of pieces with his leather boots.

"According to the process, Moira should be brainwashed and escorted back to her hometown by a special teacher after five days, at least leaving enough time for her classmates to say goodbye. But yesterday's brainwashing record time was very urgent, and the so-called pick-up record, the school bus did not have a departure record at all last night, and the brainwashed students could not transfer through Shadow Street, so Mr. Charles, the student council also needs you to make a reasonable explanation. At the door of the office, the teachers who rushed to hear the news and the anxious Silbe walked into the office almost at the same time, and Silbe began to inquire as soon as he entered the door, "And we urgently contacted all the alumni of the hometown of all the students who voluntarily quit this semester, without exception, all the students who voluntarily quit have disappeared, and they are all brainwashing operations carried out by your hands without exception." ”

Carter had a showdown with Sylbe when he first found Sylbey, and although Sylbe didn't like Carter, this kind of thing was related to the safety of the students, whether these students were already Muggles who had nothing to do with the wizarding world, Sylbe found the files of these students at the first time, and called one by one according to the contact information left on the file, and after all the calls failed, she quickly contacted the alumni of Merlin College near the home addresses of these students to review, until all the replies received just now were that these families had already moved away and did not know where to go。

The corners of Charles's mouth twitched, originally if it was just Carter and Sylbe who interrogated him, then he could still deny it, after all, these students were already Muggles in nature and were not within the jurisdiction of wizards, and just because these Muggles had moved, then no one could interrogate and threaten him without evidence. They did this beautifully, leaving no traces.

However, for the Chinese who is now carrying his collar, none of this holds true. The sword of the tyrant can cut off his head at any moment!

It is useless to quibble, because reason cannot affect the trajectory of this sword, and the law is useless, because the law of the sorcerer cannot interfere with the judgment of this sword. At this moment, He Qitian is justice! Who dares to resist justice?

At this critical moment, Charles was hesitating to confess everything in order to save his life, when a crimson spell flew out from the crowd watching the excitement at the door of the office, and the target was actually Charles who was being carried by He Qitian!

"Beware!" Silbe was the first to discover this light, and she suddenly screamed badly, she didn't expect that Charles still had accomplices hiding in the crowd, and now he actually wanted to kill people.

Carter saw the red light almost the second time, and he hurriedly pulled his wand from his pocket, but how could he be faster than the spell that had already been struck.

Charles turned pale with fright when he saw the red light flying straight towards him, and he didn't expect his accomplice to kill people so happily. As a teacher of the school's classical spell department, of course he can recognize this spell, "Plague Turns Bones", this spell can make the person who is under the spell not even have bones and skin rotten scum left in a few seconds, it is one of the deadly spells banned by the Ministry of Magic, it seems that his accomplice is really going to kill him, for fear that he will say something and do this ruthlessly.

At this time, He Qitian no longer knew whether it was his own will or the anger itself that drove his actions. He Qitian just looked sideways at the red light that came from him, and said coldly: "Get out!"

The words came out, and the first breath instantly expanded, even if Carter didn't have time to pull out his wand to counter this spell, but now He Qitian, who is usually like two people, can. The aura of the first breath spread out like a wave, and the spell of flying in the air was blown by this aura, and it immediately dissipated half a meter away from Charles's body. At the same time, all the wizards in the office sank, and felt that the magic in their bodies was being quickly withdrawn.

"I'll give you three more seconds, say, where is Moira?" He Qitian spread out the aura of the first breath all over his body, and the aura unfolded by the qi ignited by anger was more violent and violent, and more aggressive, at this time, He Qitian's whole person was like a fierce god descending into the world, and he was still the kind that could tear people apart at any time.

Charles suddenly tore through his disguise, revealing a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, he stiffened his neck and said: "I can't imagine that I was actually planted in the hands of a second generation of witches, but you don't want to know where those Muggles went! I don't say it's death, if I do, it's also death! My family will be implicated in this, why should I say it? They all wanted to kill me just now, wouldn't they put their hands on my family's head if I did?"

"It's okay if you don't say it, we have a way to get you to speak. A second woman's voice came from the door, and when Charles heard this voice, he couldn't wait to beat himself to death with the spell just now! He simply greeted his accomplices in his heart for eighteen generations, knowing that the pilgrims had not left yet, and he was in a hurry to choose a sacrifice at this time?

Natasha walked through the crowd at the door and into the office. None of the onlookers dared to make a sound, and it could be seen from what had just happened that this matter involved a taboo in the wizarding world, that is, the kidnapping of the population, and the Pilgrims, as a part of the forces of the Council of the Round Table, were naturally qualified to take over this matter.

Natasha walked to He Qitian's side and glanced at Charles, whose face was as dead as ashes, and the whole person was already scared into a turtle, she first said coldly: "Please hand him over to us, we only need half an hour for him to tell him any information you want to know." ”

This statement is by no means alarmist, and the operators of the hunting department are all experts in hunting and round-up, and in some cases they can also become experts in torture and extracting confessions. They are different from the Pilgrim Burning Department, which specializes in dealing with large-scale battle battlefields, they are inherently similar to elite teams that conduct small-scale operations and break through at a single point, and they are different from the Obsidian Department, which specializes in reconnaissance and intelligence gathering. The hunting department is prying your mouth open.

The Ministry of Magic strictly prohibits the use of manipulative concoctions such as confessional elixirs, and wizards are strictly forbidden to use spells that probe the memories of others, even the magicians who are responsible for brainwashing them are strictly forbidden to use additional spells to spy on the memories of others while brainwashing.

Pilgrims are not bound by the rules of the Ministry of Magic, so they can use any means to obtain information, but the most popular thing for this group of murderous men in white is to travel long distances, preferring to use torture and torture to force you to tell information within a set period of time, and take pleasure in doing so, and only use spells such as memory search charms to obtain information when there is not enough time. So the time limit that pilgrims speak of is often not a guarantee to the employer, but a hint to the subordinates, that is, how much time the person can give you to play with.

Charles opened his mouth wide, Natasha, the vicious woman, had been talking for half an hour, that is, Charles was very likely to spend half an hour of torment under the hands of this group of cold-blooded monsters who were desperate and frenzied?

This group of cadres is not because they have a perverted habit of torturing people, or because they are willing to watch others cry and wail, but because they work too seriously, since the boss's order is to extract confessions by torture, then we will definitely use torture to extract confessions, and since the boss has set a time, then we must carry out "torture to extract confessions" during this time In this matter, whether the subject tells the information in advance, or the time is approaching and the time is approaching, he has to use the magic spell of searching memory to obtain information, and it cannot be regarded as a good completion of the task of extorting confessions by torture within the specified time.

Charles is afraid of this, and the agents who came this time are all agents who escort an important item, which can be described as the elite of the elite! Their half-hour torture to extract confessions must be a full and evocative half-hour torture to extract confessions.

Thinking of this, this iron-blooded tough guy who was still pretending to be tough just now, thinking that he was going to die, a strange fishy liquid actually appeared between his crotch, his face was crying, and even his mouth was trembling: "I said!

He Qitian and Natasha glanced at each other, let go of Charles's neckline, and let the scared man pee his pants fall to the ground.