Passing through the corridor, Shang Luo soon came to a wide place that looked like a prison.

On both sides of the aisle, a total of thirty cells were visible, fifteen on the left and fifteen on the left.

Dozens of night pearls inlaid above the aisles illuminate all the cells as bright as day.

"What does this Yang Yue want to do?"

Walking slowly down the aisle, Shang Luo thought silently while looking around on both sides.

The bars of the thirty cells were made of steel, each as thick as an adult's wrist, and only one hand could reach between them.

In the lower left corner of the cell, there is a drawer-like iron window, which looks like a window used to deliver food.

Maybe it was because they hadn't delivered food for a long time, and the only dozen or so prisoners in the prison were lying on the ground weakly, skinny, sharp-beaked monkey gills, and they were already hungry, and even Shang Luo didn't alarm them when he came.

If it weren't for the signs of his chest and abdomen rising and falling, Shang Luo would have thought that these people were dead.

And in such an environment, the hygienic conditions can be imagined.

The strong stench, mixed with a musty smell and the smell of excrement, all mixed together, almost didn't make him faint.

took out a handkerchief from his arms and covered his mouth and nose, and Shang Luo felt better.

But at this time, he didn't bother to take a closer look, and after a cursory glance, he walked to the end of the aisle.

The last two cells were devoid of prisoners and looked rather like torture facilities.

The cell on the left, with dozens of knives of various sizes and shapes, hung on the four walls, in the center of the cell was a dark red stone bed, with mottled marks on it that looked like blood had dried up. There are also fixed chains on the bed, which are used to fix the person above and prevent them from moving.

For some reason, Shang Luo suddenly thought of the operating room, and it was obvious that this room was definitely not a place to treat diseases and save people, but more like a place that Yang Yue used to torture people.

Thinking of this, Shang Luo frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead showed that he was not in a very good mood at the moment.

It's not that the Virgin's disease is attacking, it's purely thinking of Shang Qingqing.

Immediately afterward, he looked to the right, compared to the dozens of knives on the left, there were some wooden torture instruments stacked on the right, as well as a huge bronze ox, which reminded Shang Luo of an extremely cruel punishment in ancient Greece.

Roasted copper cow.

Legend has it that the tyrant of the ancient Greek city-state Ferraris ordered craftsmen to cast a life-size ox in bronze, hollow inside, with a door on its back, and after throwing the living person into the belly of the copper ox, he locked the door and burned the belly of the ox with a large fire, because there was a complex set of copper pipes in the belly of the copper ox, when the prisoner felt suffocated, he would struggle to get to the copper pipe, and this large exhalation would make a "mooing sound" similar to that of a cow in the copper pipe.

The prisoner wails like an angry bull, and that's where Ferraris is fun.

Cruel, tyrannical.

Although he had already known Yang Yue, Shang Luo still didn't expect that he would be such a person in private.

Even before today, he felt that Yang Yue was just a villain who was selfish, greedy for life and afraid of death.

His attack today was successful, but if he failed, would he also be thrown into the bronze bull by Yang Yue, wailing and dying under the inhumane punishment, and being refined into a powerful ghost?

Thinking of this, Shang Luo was silent, and there was a kind of shuddering horror, he felt that he didn't seem to be cautious enough.

Stopping and returning to the beginning of the aisle, Shang Luo silently looked at the dozen or so people in the prison.

There were no women or children, no old people, and no people from the same village.

A touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, Shang Luo opened the prison door one by one, and gave a knife to each person, which can be regarded as ending their dark days.

Put?

No way.

But if a person goes out, the news that he is still alive may be exposed.

The so-called fake death escape has flaws, and it is difficult to guarantee that no one will trace him down, and it may also affect Tailuo Village.

Once exposed, who knows what kind of means those who vainly try to get the Star Yuan Bao Lotus, and what kind of punishment awaits him?

Perhaps even more miserable than the "roasted copper cow".

Death is not terrible, but if you have to endure this kind of punishment before you die, it is simply worse than death.

After killing these people, Shang Luo's heart became a little more complicated.

After being the successor of socialism for so many years, after coming to this world, he finally became a person he hated.

It's a pity that there is no smoke to relieve his complicated emotions now.

"So, it's better to be socialist. ”

After a few sighs slightly, Shang Luo continued to walk forward, and after the prison, there was another corridor, and at the end of the corridor, a wide quiet room appeared in front of him.

There is no door, but there is a layer of light curtain like water waves, and when you point your fingers, the light curtain ripples.

"There won't be any traps, right?" Shang Luo muttered to himself, and only then did Shang Luo relax when the Mo Li Knife was inserted intact into the light curtain.

Walking into the light curtain, the first thing I smelled was a fragrant fragrance of Zhilan, and my nose seemed to have regained life, and I suddenly felt relaxed.

Taking off his handkerchief, Shang Luo took a big breath of the beautiful air as he looked at the quiet room.

Compared with the bloody, cruel, and dirty cells in the previous corridor, this quiet room is quite elegantly furnished, which contrasts with the style of the house on the ground.

On either side are two huge bookcases with quite a few books.

In the center is a somewhat old futon.

Thinking about a certain reputation's experience, Shang Luo's heart moved, he stepped forward to tear the futon, and looked at the cotton wool spilled on the ground, a little disappointed, sure enough, there was no setting to kowtow a thousand times to get the cheats.

In front of the futon is a small and wide long table, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Yang Yue, who thinks about the past, is sitting on the futon, reading and writing in front of this long table.

With a sharp gaze, Shang Luo picked up a book in the center of the low table and flipped through it casually, his face immediately became strange.

"I didn't expect it......"

Shang Luo muttered, that vicious Yang Yue would have a hobby that thousands of elementary school students hated.

Keep a journal.

Flip to a page.

"On the third day of August in the ninth year of Kaiyuan, the sky was sunny and rainless. ”

"The White Bone Dao deceives people too much, and they are both six demons, five immortals and eleven sects, and they actually sent disciples to humiliate my ghost sect, hateful, hateful, hateful......"

Ignoring the hatefulness of the pages behind him, Shang Luo stared at the three new terms of the White Bone Dao, the Six Demons, the Five Immortals and the Eleven Sects, and the Ghost Sect, thoughtfully.

Yang Yue's origin, Shang Luo is not very clear, it is said that six years ago when the quarrying team went up the mountain to pick him up, Yang Yue was seriously injured at that time, fainted under a big tree, bloody, very miserable. Many villagers speculated that he was a bandit leader, and that he would be retributioned against to become like that.

Now it seems that the other party is a monk of the Ghost Sect at all.

This is in line with his envoy of ghosts and refining yin ghosts.

"On the third day of August in the ninth year of Kaiyuan, it was rainy. ”

"Lu Xihu is damned, even Luo Dan in the tenth seat of the White Bone Dao can't beat him, so he is also worthy of being the true chief of my ghost sect in this generation? ”

Old?

Say the most cowardly words in the toughest tone.

This was not surprising to Shang Luo, after all, that guy was just kneeling at his feet and begging.

Turned a few more pages, and the whole article was scolding Lucihu and Luo Dan, if there was any value, it enriched Shang Luo's vocabulary of scolding.

"This page is kind of interesting. ”

After turning more than a dozen pages in a row, Shang Luo suddenly saw a dark red blood stain, the red palm print was printed on this page of paper, and the paper was crumpled, as if it was about to be torn apart and finally give up.

"On the fourth day of the fifth month of the tenth year of Kaiyuan, it rained heavily. ”

"The Ghost Sect is gone......"

A simple five words and nothing else.

Shang Luo, who was full of doubts in his heart, flipped through the pages before and after, and finally had a general understanding of the cause and effect.

It turned out that the sect called the White Bone Dao mentioned by Yang Yue earlier took advantage of the night to sneak attack the Ghost Sect, and for some reason, the Ghost Sect's Sect Protector Array failed, and many disciples of the Ghost Sect were slaughtered while they were still asleep.

The Ghost Sect Sect Master was originally fighting against the White Bone Dao Master, but unexpectedly, Lu Xihu, the chief of the true transmission of the sect, rebelled, and gave the Ghost Sect Master a backstab to the back, and the enemy was attacked in the abdomen and back, and the Ghost Sect Master died of grief and anger.

As soon as the sect master died, the Ghost Sect, which had already lost the opportunity, suddenly lost its morale, and the Ghost Sect was originally the bottom of the Six Demons, Five Immortals and Eleven Sects, not to mention that the high-level combat power was crushed by the White Bone Dao, and the strength of the grassroots disciples was also poor.

When the White Bone Dao was fully pressed, it didn't take long for the Ghost Sect to be defeated.

The elders and true lineages fell one after another, and the remaining disciples fled in all directions.

This Yang Yue was originally an outer deacon, and in the chaos, he rolled up some things and fled westward, but later his injuries worsened, and then he fell into a coma in Tianxing Mountain.