The so-called superb poison techniques in the Medicine Valley are all used to test and refine poison by living people, especially the most men.

There was a dark room in the valley where hundreds of vats were placed, as well as countless poison-making materials, and those people were placed in the vats, enduring the ravages of all kinds of poisons.

Seven-step intestinal grass, andrographis, finger drunkenness, burial soul bones, puppet incense and other life-killing drugs are all refined by people.

Some of the poisons that have been made, those female disciples have added more and more drugs to test the poison in order to make the medicine more violent.

They hung on the lives of those people with medicine, and did not let them die, just for their poison magic.

They have beautiful appearances, but their methods are cruel and outrageous, and each of them is instilled with the idea that men are ungrateful, and they must not love men, otherwise they will end up with no good end.

They firmly believe in Mantu's absurd statements, treating men as nothing and treating them like animals.

In order to study the art of stitching, they cut off the limbs of the people, dug up the internal organs alive, and sewed them together, and if the person could not stand to die, they threw them away, and threw them into the back valley like animals, and sprinkled a few drops of bone-melting water, and there was no corpse left behind.

Tens of thousands of people ended their lives in the Medicine Valley, and those people were not at fault because the female disciples lacked people to test the poison.

There are gray-haired old people, couples who have just married, first-time fathers, mothers, children of several years, and even babies of a few months, all of whom have been tortured to death.

It's just because those beautiful female disciples want to try the dosage of medicine for all ages.

Their appearances are stunning, but their hearts are extremely cold, and they are bloodthirsty like the soul seducers of hell. Or they don't have the heart at all, following Mantu's absurd teachings, treating human life as ants and trampling on them mercilessly.

And he grew up in such a dirty, horrible place.

The dark room was a place more terrifying than purgatory, and no matter day or night, there would always be bursts of ghostly roars coming from there, and no one except the female disciples was allowed to enter.

When he was a child, he was ignorant and couldn't resist his curiosity, so he went there once while everyone was asleep.

To this day, the image of purgatory is still fresh in my memory.

The dark room was littered with stumps, and there was an unbearable stench.

That time he saw hundreds of medicine jars in the large room, and men, women, children, hundreds of people were placed in them.

And none of those people were complete, and some of them were full of evil pus, and they were bleeding blue pus.

Some had their hands, eyes, and ears cut off beyond recognition.

Some people's flesh kept falling like mud, and Bai Sensen's bones could be seen, but they didn't die, like a pile of rotten meat piled up in the corner.

There are also people who have lost their lower body, and their upper body is placed in a medicine tank, and they are still breathing.

His horror swept over the people one by one, and none of them were good, and they saw him, and roared and roared.

Not for him to take them out, but for him to kill them, with a crazy desire to die in their eyes, and none of them had the slightest desire to live.

At that time, he was frightened and fell to the ground, trembling and fear pervading his body.

At that time, he knew that the original forbidden room was such a cruel and inhumane place, and it turned out that the medicine valley was so terrifying.

They're all living people! That's a living human life! And they're treated like animals.

What the hell have they been devastated to beg for death so frantically.

At the same time, he also understood that he was lucky, he was just Mu Xue'er's drug tester, not like those people.

He trembled and ran out, and behind him was the roar of the ghosts, and the people were roaring and scolding him, saying why not kill them, he was like a sinner.

At that moment, he frantically wanted to escape from Medicine Valley, this disgusting, terrifying place.

Running back to the room, the palm-sized hut, he curled up at the foot of the bed with his head in his hands, and a ghostly voice sounded in his ears.

He cried in fear, covering his ears and not wanting to listen, but it became clearer and clearer.

He cried and went to his sister for her comfort, but was beaten badly.

He looked at the little girl who looked exactly like him, called out to his sister, and said that he was afraid.

She scolded him with disdain in her eyes, saying that how could he, a lowly subordinate, find her, the granddaughter of a noble valley lord.

Her eyes were like those female disciples, looking at the eyes of those who tested the poison, with disgust, like looking at ants and animals.

At that moment, the seven-year-old understood that his biological sister really hated him, and it was not that he did something wrong to make her unhappy.

The door was closed, he cried for a long time, and his sister's door didn't open, so he ran back to the slap-sized room crying, hugging his head and crying.

He couldn't understand why his sister hated him, obviously he usually obeyed her, even if he gave him those painful poisons, he ate them obediently, why didn't his sister give him a good face.

He got something good, and he happily ran to give it to her, but why did she throw it away every time.

Why did my sister smile at those female disciples, but insult her biological brother with fists and kicks.

Why did those female disciples, as well as the miscellaneous servants in the valley, secretly scold him for being an animal, looking at him like a sinner, but being so kind to his sister.

Why didn't my grandmother care about him, but gave my sister the best room, the best food, and the most beautiful clothes, while he ate badly and wore tattered clothes.

Obviously, he is also her grandson, why is the treatment so different. Why did all the people in the valley scold him and beat him, but not one of them gave him a good face?

At the age of seven, he couldn't figure it out, but as he grew older, he understood that he was a man, and men were sinners in Medicine Valley, and his very existence was a sin.

As he grew older, he stopped taking what he thought was the best thing like a fool as he did when he was a child, to please his own sister, just to hear that, brother.

He slowly looked away, his sister, grandmother, his relatives, there was no difference.

Others beat him and scolded him, but he wasn't as angry as he was when he was a child.

As he grew older, Mu Xue'er's poison technique became more and more sophisticated, and he became more and more pleasing to Mantuo, but the poison used on him became more and more violent.

Every time he tested the poison, the pain was like a thousand insects drilling into his heart, and the pain made him want to die.

But he wouldn't beg Mu Xue'er for mercy like when he was a child, because he knew that he was crying, and his biological sister wouldn't let him go.

He finally understood why those people in the dark room were so crazy to beg for death, because they were poisoned again and again and were rescued, and it was really better to live than to die.

He couldn't stand the pain and begged to die countless times, cutting his veins, throwing himself into the river, drinking poison, and even piercing his heart, he had experienced some things that could die, but he didn't die, and was rescued by Mu Xue'er every time.

She didn't save him for anything else, just because she said that she had been testing poison on him for so many years, and she was used to it, and if he died, where would she find someone who could test poison with her hand.

Oh, what a ridiculous reason, this is his sister, saving him only for her own poisoning.

Later, Mu Xueer was afraid that he would beg for death again, so she saved him and saved her trouble, so she took him by her side every day and watched him not let him die.

When she was unhappy, she sprinkled poison on him, and she laughed when she saw his painful look because of the poisoning.

After testing the poison every day, he didn't know what fun it was to live, but he couldn't die.

The heart has become numb, and every day it is like a wooden man alive, repeatedly being poisoned, rescued, eaten, and sleep.

Both physically and mentally were riddled with holes, and he felt that he was no different from being alive and dead.

He tried to escape from the medicine valley, but he couldn't, and every time he was caught by those female disciples, and then punched and kicked.

He once complained about this world, complained about the injustice of Mantuo, complained about the injustice of God, but he complained and no one could help him.

The heart is as dead as ashes, and there is no hope of life.

He thought that he would die under Mu Xue'er's torture, which might be a relief for him.

But one day half a year ago, Mantuo let him go and let him leave that human purgatory.

When leaving, he looked at the beautiful medicine valley from a distance, where the flowers were all over the place, and they would not wither all year round, and they were a little more beautiful than the fairyland.

The medicine valley that is extremely dirty in his heart, the medicine valley where his life is worse than death for more than ten years, he can finally be the place where he is imprisoned.

At that moment, his heart seemed to beat again, like a canary that had been imprisoned for many years, and could finally soar in the sky.

He ran away from the place that disgusted him, with the hope of life.

He ran to the nearest city at the junction of the four countries, and saw the people there, houses different from those of Yakuya.

There are also the things sold in the wide streets, their cries, and the restaurants and shops that are one after another, and the smiling faces on the faces of the people.

Everything was different from the Medicine Valley, he just stood there and watched the traffic on the streets, watching the bustling scene of the city, and watched all day.

At that moment, he really felt in his heart that he had really escaped from the Medicine Valley, and it turned out that it was not so terrible to be alive.

It turned out that he could live.

But he has been living in the Medicine Valley, he is completely unfamiliar with the mundane, he doesn't know how to talk to people, and he doesn't know how to live.

After two days of walking around the city, he was penniless and had nothing to eat, and finally collapsed in front of a small noodle restaurant.

When he woke up, he saw an old man with gray hair, it was the old woman who saved him, she looked at him kindly, asked him many questions, and he was speechless.

Because he didn't know what to say, but that kind face had always been imprinted in his mind, that face was already full of old folds, but it was so kind, different from those people in Medicine Valley.

Look at him and treat him like a human being, not an animal or an ant.

He didn't speak, the old grandmother didn't ask, she made him a bowl of noodles, he devoured it, and the old woman laughed on the side.

After eating, the old woman asked him many more words, but he was silent.

The old woman smiled, didn't say a word, and walked away with the empty bowl.

He lived in the small noodle restaurant for five days in a row, and he had been lying in bed, and he had not said a word for those five days, and his grandmother would make him noodles every day, and when he saw that he didn't speak, he didn't ask him, and he left the house after delivering the noodles.

He lay in bed and didn't know what to do, didn't understand the world, and didn't know how to get along with his grandmother.

But every night when he fell asleep, he could dream of the medicine valley, the scenes that tortured him, the medicine valley he hated, like a nightmare.

Each time he woke up from his dreams and stared at the empty little attic until dawn.

Later, every time the grandmother finished delivering noodles, she would sit in the small attic for a while, and he would not speak, but listened to her all the time.

She told him many things, and asked him many things every day, and he was like a wooden man, and he was stunned and did not speak.

The old grandmother was very patient, she didn't scold him when he didn't speak, and she didn't drive him away.

After another five days, he still did not speak, lying in bed staring at the little attic, eating the noodles that his grandmother had made for him, and enduring the nightmare every night.

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