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A young man hangs upside down from the stout branches of the camphor tree.

The man's face was expressionless, his eyes were slightly closed, his black clothes had been torn to pieces, and his wheat-like healthy complexion was crisscrossed with shocking wounds. The muscles of his strong arms were tense as steel, and he had to pull the huge iron ball locked to his wrist as hard as he could, preventing the cut in his abdomen from being torn apart by the weight of the iron ball.

Shi Qing didn't expect that he had changed from a hot swordsman on this continent to such a bleak appearance in just five days.

He had been hanging upside down from this tree for five or six days, and every day only at night would he be lowered from the tree by the bastard called Hudson to fight with lions or bears, and the rest of the time he would have to be hung like this, and endure all kinds of torture by that pervert.

In the past few days, Hudson has cut more than a dozen wounds on his body with a knife, and the whipping he has received is not even enough for himself. But he still insisted: if he couldn't treat the injury, he tried to minimize the deterioration of the injury; If they can't eat, they tear raw meat from lions or bears and swallow them; Unable to make a move on Hudson, he held on until there was a turnaround.

In the past ten years, he has persevered in even worse situations than this, and today is no exception. Shi Qing firmly believes that he will definitely live, because he wants to fulfill his promise to his master. So he must not die, let alone die.

For his own vitality, Shi Qing has always been very confident.

In fact, Shi Qing's more than ten years of penance has indeed allowed his body to withstand greater blows and injuries than ordinary people. But even if his faith was as indestructible as a rock, it couldn't stop the three feelings of exhaustion, pain, and hunger from creeping in.

How long can he last in such a body and situation? One day? Two days? Or three days?

Shi Qing didn't know, and he wouldn't think about it, because he didn't plan to die, then he wouldn't die.

The only person in this world who can take his life is himself.

At this moment, his face was covered with fresh sweat and dried blood stains, and his pure black hair was completely soaked with sweat. The young swordsman from Harila slowly opened his eyes, as dark as the night, and whispered, "Where is my sword?" ”

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Dean dragged the sad guard who came out to find a friend to "release water" and dragged him into the woods and tied it to a tree, because there was no ready-made rope, Dean thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone - take off the guard's pants as ropes.

This not only found a strong alternative to the rope, but also provided convenient conditions for the guards to "release water" when they woke up. But the premise is that the opponent's bladder is not burst by Dean's punch......

"Alas, I'm a good person." Dean thought shamelessly as he ran toward the town.

Dean has a very good memory and remembers the route he came to clearly. Towards noon, Dean finally made his way to town.

Walking into the town, Dean found a teahouse to sit down and asked the guy for a bowl of herbal tea. When he went there in a carriage, he came back by foot, which made Dean tired enough.

Dean decided to take a break and ask the guy where the Patriarchal branch was located, when another man walked in outside the teahouse.

The man was of ordinary stature, and his philistine personality was clearly on that oily pointed face, and the top of his sleek head was bald.

Dean hey hey Yile, isn't this his own bald uncle?! It seems that he has come to this small town next to Sunset Village to harm people again?

The bald uncle didn't notice Dean in the corner and walked straight into the store to find a table.

"This ghost weather is hot and Lao Tzu, man, hurry up and serve the best herbal tea to the uncle!"

"Looks like I've earned him a lot of copper." Dean's eyes were rolling as if he was thinking of something crooked.

After a moment's thought, Dean poured down the bowl of herbal tea in his hand, and then stood up with a slap on the table.

"Uncle! You've made it so hard for me to find it! ”

The hall in the teahouse was not very spacious, and there were not many tea customers at this time. Dean's actions immediately caught everyone's attention.

And the bald uncle sitting in the middle of the hall was startled at first glance.

Isn't this kid supposed to dig coal from General Hudson? How did you get out!? The bald uncle was shocked and suspicious, this is in a small town, if this kid leaks out of his own business, he will not be beaten to death by the townspeople!?

With this in mind, I was going to go up and pull Dean away.

Who knows, Dean was faster than him, jumping two steps and sitting next to the bald uncle.

The expected angry swearing and fists did not appear, but Dean pulled the bald uncle to his mouth with a big hand, and smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous, we are our own people." ”

This sentence can make the bald uncle blind, when did the rabbit and the wolf become their own people?

Without giving the bald uncle a chance to ask, Dean whispered: "Actually, General Hudson is my own uncle, and I am here to check on your work in disguise on the orders of my uncle this time." ”

Aren't dead bald people like to be liars? Master, I like to treat others in the way of others! Dean sneered in his heart.

The bald uncle hesitated and quietly glanced at Dean.

I saw that Dean was much more energetic than before, sitting upright but very natural, and he couldn't see any panic for the rest of his life after the catastrophe. He was still dressed in the same clothes as before, but he didn't get soiled in the camp. Could it be that you really ran into a private visit by the prince?

The bald uncle thought about it carefully: if it was really an ordinary prisoner who finally escaped with great difficulty, why didn't he report to the guards in the town, but took the trouble to deceive himself into a little minion?

Without giving the bald uncle much time to think, Dean said, "You...... What's your name? ”

"Eugene, the villain's name is Eugene." The bald uncle already subconsciously believed Dean's words.

"Yes, yes, Eugene! You're doing a great job and you're very efficient, I mentioned it to my uncle. The uncle is satisfied and decides to let you take Scar's place. Dean smiled.

Eugene's face was beaming, but he quickly became vigilant: "Why is that? Scar has always been very important to General Hudson, right? How could it be ......"

Dean beckoned Eugene to come closer, and whispered, "After you sent me there, Scar's bastard gave me several beatings, when did Lao Tzu be bullied like this?" ”

Eugene rolled his eyes and smiled: Dare to love, it was Scar's unlucky guy who touched the moldy head.

Dean struck while the iron was hot, and gently placed a bronze herald with Hudson's name on the table that he had accidentally obtained from the guard's clothes, and pushed it to the side of Eugene's tea bowl.

"This is my uncle's token, you can just go to the mill and blow him away. Hum! Dare to hit me? Don't say that I let my uncle get rid of his fat difference, and I will find a chance to clean him up in the future! Dean had a look of resentment on his face, and he had a full score of acting.

"Okay, don't worry, when I take Scar's place, I don't need you to say it, the little one will take care of him. This kid relies on the general's weight, and he is always difficult to be a villain. After seeing Hudson's pass, poor Eugene jumped into Dean's trap completely stupidly.

Dean was already smiling back and forth in his heart: You are really good, you have stumbled on yourself.

"Well, yes, I knew you kid was on the road. Don't go down here, go to the mill and take Scar's place now. I've secretly arranged it there, and those little brothers are all yours now. But...... I'm afraid that he will honestly lift his ass and leave, and he won't be able to find an excuse to do it......" Dean pinched his chin with two fingers, pretending to think.

Before Dean could finish speaking, Eugene patted his chest: "Don't worry, you're the best at finding faults!" When the time comes, I will scold him for being a bloody dog and force him to do it first! ”

Alas, doing dog legs is so good, I want him to be less beaten, it's worrying.

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Coming out of the teahouse, Dean walked towards the town's patriarchal branch office, and soon saw a stately black and white building.

The huge black lacquered gate is carved with the unique symbol of the Patriarchal Division, representing the white orchid of the underworld, the Yerisi flower. White marble columns stand on both sides of the gate, and the entire building is made of large, square black stones, which still feels heavy and breathless even on such a sunny day.

Dean had never been a fan of the Patriarchal Division, and he frowned and stepped forward, conveying his intention to the guards at the door.

After a short wait in the reception room, an old man with a kind face walked out of the door.

"I heard you're going to report a gang of human traffickers?" The old man's voice was calm, and it was very pleasant to listen to.

Dean quietly looked at the old man in the black and white clergyman's uniform, and the four Yeris flowers on his chest represented that the old man was probably the head of the patriarchal branch.

"Yes, my lord. I have just escaped from there today, and I have come to report this to you, and I hope you will send some men to rescue the poor victims as soon as possible. Dean bowed slightly and whispered.

"It's urgent, there's been a lot of missing people in town lately, and we're looking into it. That being the case, I will send someone now. ”

"My lord, those criminals are not ordinary human traffickers, they have a certain amount of armed force, I hope your lord can send more people."

"Okay, I understand, I'll lead the team in person in a while. But I have to trouble the little brother to lead the way. ”

"That's fine, you can go now."

According to the old president, a part of the people in the clan should be left to handle the daily affairs. So it was just the three pro-guards of the Patriarchal Division that were assembled, but it was enough for these men and horses to deal with a group of stragglers. Dean had no objections, and led his troops straight to Hudson's camp.

Relying on the horses that were extremely fast, Dean and his party soon reached Hudson's camp. It was the hottest time of the afternoon, and the guards at the camp gate were hiding in the shade of the large trees on the side. It seems to spend time playing cards together.

The sudden cavalry of the Patriarchal Division made these unlucky people a little helpless, and they hurriedly picked up the weapons on the ground.

Dean took the lead, jumped off his horse, and shot it like an arrow at Charlie, the captain of the guard. Before the captain of the guard, who was a head taller than Dean, could draw his sword to block, he was hit by Dean with a shoulder blow and flew straight into the camp gate behind him.

The gate was hit by the captain's body into a transparent hole, and the blasted sawdust even stabbed two guards.

Dean casually slapped the sawdust off his body and looked up at the rest of the guards, who were too frightened to move.

"It seems that it is weaker than I thought......"

The cavalry behind him had already arrived and dismounted and drew their swords. What surprised Dean the most was that the elderly president was the first to rush to his side.

"Hehe, the little brother's skills are really shocking!" The president's voice is still as comfortable as his kind face.

"Hehe, the country man is just a big man." Dean smiled and waved his hand, his body was really rusty in the past few days, and Dean would be suffocated if he didn't move.

The gates of the camp were suddenly opened, and Hudson walked out of it with a few guards.

Not very far away, Dean shook his arm and said to Hudson with a smile, "You'd better not resist, lest you suffer." ”

Who knew that Hudson seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and almost laughed back and forth.

At this moment, Dean suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and at the same time, a strange voice came to his ears, which was very different from before.

"You'd better not resist, lest you suffer."

Dean tilted his head slightly to glance at the ecclesiastical dagger that lay across his neck. At this moment, the elderly president standing behind him was in the opposite direction, and his weird and terrifying smile distorted the originally kind face.

"Hehe, is it a nest of snakes and rats?" Dean laughed to himself.

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