Wang Donghai lowered his head, raised his hands above his head, and respectfully took the spirit stone in the bream's hand, the bream still smiled and nodded slightly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When talking about Wang Donghai bringing the Wu clan clone here, the bream used the word "please", which was this statement, and after seeing Wang Donghai's actions, it made the Wu clan clone feel and shudder.

"If you catch a ghost cultivator, you can get fifty spirit stones, but I don't know how many spirit stones you can get for one day of work..."

At this time, the clones of the Wu clan also showed great interest in these extremely poor quality spirit stones, which were the only source of aura in this place.

"Lord bream, then I'll take my leave?"

Wang Donghai, who took the spirit stone, carefully put away the spirit stone, bowed down, raised his head and looked at the ghost bream with a flattering gaze.

"Okay, let's go, Brother Wang."

The bream waved his hand lightly, and Wang Donghai seemed to have received an edict, and after bowing down and clenching his fist again at the bream, he dodged and flew out of the cave quickly.

In the wide cave, there were only two people left, the Wu clone and the bream, the smile on the bream's face faded slightly, glanced at the Wu clone, and then raised his hand like lightning.

One of his fingers shot straight out of the cavern, pointing precisely at a small cavern on the opposite stone wall.

"Here, this is the residence of the human demon brother, and he will start working tomorrow, and if the work is qualified, he can get ten spirit stones every day."

"Thank you, Brother Doi, then I'll take my leave..."

The Wu clone hugged his fist at the bream, looked at the bream, and said calmly.

"Hmm."

The bream nodded faintly, and answered with a snort, looking at the Wu clone with an unpredictable smile, and the Wu clone turned around and quickly flew out of the bream's cave.

Glancing at the distant back of the Wu clan's clone, the smile on the bream's face quickly faded, and instead, with a hint of indifference in calm, he flew back to the stone bed and slowly closed his eyes and meditated.

When he came to the cave assigned to him, the Wu clone saw how small it was, it was empty, and the area was large enough for one person to meditate cross-legged inside.

A monk with no body and no body sat down quietly in a small cave, and the mind of the Wu clan clone was spinning rapidly.

Whether you are a slave or not, you finally have a place to stay, which is the only place to feel happy in your heart at this time.

However, if you want to get out of here, it is even more difficult, not to mention that along the way, it is extremely difficult to break through the several powerful divine sense alerts.

The slave mark planted in the body alone is a big trouble, and I am afraid that if there is a slight dissension, it will be killed in an instant, and the soul will be scattered.

"This matter needs to be considered in the long run, only to take one step at a time..."

The Wu clan muttered in his body and mind, and his mood gradually calmed down, and he began to breathe and cultivate, and soon entered a state of cultivation.

"In this environment where there is no aura, it is really difficult to cultivate!"

The yin and yang fish on the body of the Wu clan clone was very faint, so faint that there were only a few vague shadows, slowly circling around his body.

A few hours later, there was a sound of flying outside the cave, and the Wu clone did not open his eyes, and slowly dispersed his divine sense.

I only saw one ghost cultivator, flying back from a passage one after another, and from the shape of their flying figures, it could be seen that everyone was extremely tired.

There are many ghost cultivators, and they even have serious injuries on their bodies, and even the basic flight movements are maintained crookedly.

The clones of the Wu clan roughly estimated that there were millions of ghost cultivators who came back one after another, and they were basically alone, and they didn't communicate with each other.

After each ghost cultivator flew back, he first went to the bream's cave, and when he came out, most of the people had ten more spirit stones in their hands.

And there are a few ghost cultivators, with helpless painful expressions on their faces, their hands are empty, and they obviously haven't gotten the spirit stone.

Moreover, these ghost cultivators who have not received spirit stones are basically those who are seriously injured, and many of them are old, weak, sick and disabled.

The injuries are so serious, but they can't get the spirit stone, obviously they are not qualified to complete the work task, so to make it worse, I really don't know, how long they can last, when they will die here.

Regardless of whether the ghost cultivators who received the spirit stone or not, they all flew back to their caves silently and quickly, and the ghost cultivators who received the spirit stone began to do their best to absorb the aura in the spirit stone.

Suddenly, the aura escaping from the entire hall began to increase, although it was still extremely thin, but it was much better than nothing.

The Wu clone spread his divine consciousness to the extreme, exerting his yin and yang transformation with all his might, greedily absorbing the thin aura escaping from the air.

The ghost cultivator on his right side didn't immediately take out the spirit stone to absorb it, he supported his body with one arm, and lay on the ground of the cave, drinking wine one by one.

This person has the sixfold cultivation of the ghost path, and his body is blurred, obviously he came here after his death, but it can still be vaguely seen that this person has a handsome face and a resolute face when cultivating the flesh.

The monk's black body was wrapped in a shabby blue robe, and he could see the long hair behind him, and in his right hand, he held a small red wine gourd.

He just took a sip of it, drinking the wine he had bought from nowhere, his expression was a little melancholy, and at a glance, he gave people a sense of pride and coldness.

The divine consciousness of the witch clone swept over his vague body, but he didn't know where the wine had fallen into his stomach, and whether it could taste it.

"New here? My name is Sibed. ”

After feeling the attention of the Wu clone's divine sense, Sibede squinted his eyes and glanced in the direction of the Wu clone's cave.

"I'm called a human demon."

"Noise! It is strictly forbidden to communicate without permission! I don't understand the rules!! ”

Just as the two of them had just said a word, a reprimand immediately came, resounding throughout the hall, and this reprimand made many ghost cultivators who were cultivating their bodies tremble a few times.

At the moment when the scolding sound came, the front chest of the Wu clan clone suddenly felt a suffocation, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of essence blood almost spurted out.

This scolding was obviously drunk in his direction, and it seemed that it was not allowed to transmit sound to each other here.

Sibed's brow furrowed slightly, but his expression remained indifferent, he turned his head and continued to drink his own wine, and there was a sudden silence in the wide hall.

If they are not allowed to communicate with each other, they will cut off the way of communication, and it seems that the control of the Underworld Abyss over slavery is extremely strict and harsh.

"It seems that we can only find an opportunity after I get to work..."

The Wu clan murmured in their bodies and minds, and continued to close their eyes and desperately absorb the aura, cultivating.

He knew very well that it would be impossible for him to escape from this place smoothly with his own strength, and only by contacting a group of ghost cultivators and at the right time could he succeed...