The huge basement, at least seven or eight hundred square meters, has been converted into an execution ground, half of which is made of iron cages, neatly aligned, simple and straightforward. Under the dim incandescent light, the people locked inside were in full view, and it was extremely clear. The other half is filled with machines that cut human bodies, and torture instruments and weapons hang on the half-green, half-hundred, half-hundred.

There were at least fifty or sixty people imprisoned here, mostly children, all missing arms and legs, with big deer-like eyes looking at the man being beaten on the cross opposite. They really can't figure out why people who are usually arrogant are now beaten like this. This place is really horrible.

Song Zhuwen was hanging on the torture rack, those people were beating him in turn, and now he had no strength to struggle, like a chicken that had just been fished out of the water, drooping his head, letting the little minions on the opposite side whip him again and again, he didn't even have the strength to moan, and he thought that he had been tortured here since he came back this morning.

When she first came in, Song Ying still had a hint of the mentality of watching the show, and when she saw Song Zhuwen's appearance clearly, Song Ying felt sour in her heart, and she actually sympathized with him. Although she wanted to fix him, she never wanted to kill him, she just wanted him to suffer. Even if he wasn't, he gave her life, and on that alone, she couldn't be a killer.

Just as Song Ying wanted to rush up to save him, Wang Shangyi, who was sitting on the tiger skin chair, yawned a few times, but couldn't hold it anymore and got up and went back. Before leaving, he also told him to come here today and fight again tomorrow.

The little minions had been fighting for a day, and they were already exhausted, but now as soon as the boss let go, everyone immediately stopped fighting, threw down the torture equipment, and went back to sleep.

On weekdays, Song Zhuwen relied on his identity to be a prestige and a blessing, showing a face to Wang Shangyi's brothers, and no one respected him from the bottom of his heart. Today, they are all heavy-handed, and no one shows mercy, Song Zhuwen is only hanging in one breath now, and it is uncertain whether he can live until tomorrow.

Song Ying at the door watched those shirtless people disperse one by one, like a leisurely walk, approaching Song Zhuwen, looking at him at the level of the wind, seeing his down-and-out appearance, Song Ying silently raised his chin, fed some spiritual spring water, and no longer looked at this ruthless and unrighteous man.

There are several undisposed stumps next to the cutting machine, I think they were just abducted today, and the people here don't care about the life or death of the "goods", they have to find them quickly, if the wound is infected, it will be dead.

These cages are all made of iron, and there is nothing in the middle to block the view, which is why Song Ying saw several children lying on the ground at the end of the cage as soon as she entered the door. Walk through the huge execution ground and come to the children. Song Ying used her mind to manipulate the spiritual spring water and poured it on their wounds, but in a moment, the original bloody fracture immediately grew new flesh. The children, who were screaming in pain, suddenly stretched their brows, stopped their helpless wailing, and gradually fell asleep.

Looking at the innocent eyes and immature faces in the cage, Song Ying's heart was like someone had punched her hard, and she burst into tears in pain. These scumbags, they can really do it, behind every child here, there are at least three families worried about them, so how many people are heartbroken behind the people who fall into their hands? She really didn't dare to think about it. In this way, they easily deprive others of hope, let more and more people fall into the abyss, and let more and more people lose their right to happiness.

Although she is not a judge, she will not let go of this matter, whether it is for her own reasons or social reasons. I don't know, will these children be sold in the near future? What if they can't wait for someone to come and save them?

Standing in front of the cage, Song Ying pondered for a long time, just like she was the one who was locked up, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time. In the end, she decided to collect evidence first, and she had to cut off these misfortunes from the source.

Although the cell door was locked, this could not stop Song Ying. A wall-piercing technique, and the person is already outside the door. Looking for the light, Song Ying went in one by one, and finally found a compartment hidden in the wall on the middle floor of the building. Ignoring the complicated lock on the door, a wall-piercing technique, Song Ying swaggered in.

With the help of the ability of Tianyan, Song Ying finally saw the structure of the room in this darkness.

There are small locked cabinets all around, a black desk in the middle with a green lamp on it, and a safe in the corner. I think the evidence of their guilt should be here.

This place is so hidden, but the owner is still not at ease, and he has to add a layer of insurance, which shows the importance of the contents of the safe. I think the core evidence of the crime is there.

A wall piercing technique, put his hand in it, and took out a notebook. Turning on the table lamp, Song Ying sat in the seat and looked at it at a glance.

She really guessed correctly, the notebook in her hand recorded the fact that they were selling drugs. Except for the source of goods, almost all of the rest are available. The number of shipments that day, who peddled them, where they were sold, and how much money they were getting, are extremely detailed. Song Ying's hands trembled with excitement, and she quickly took out the contents of the safe and looked through them at will.

Pinching the evidence of their crimes, Song Ying also stayed for a short time and hurried back to the hotel.

The people in the hotel know that they are going to stay permanently, so even if they are not there, they will not come to check the room, and besides, she only went out at night today, and she walked through the window, and the people in the hotel couldn't find out. After checking the things in the room, no one had touched them, and Song Ying entered the space with confidence.

Reality is one day, space is two years, the space is full of aura, mom they are in a state of deep sleep, with the nourishment of aura, there should be nothing wrong.

When I entered the space, sure enough, they were not only fine, but they also looked several years younger. Reiki is a good thing. I'm going to find someone today, so let them sleep in for a little longer, anyway, staying inside is not only safer than outside, but also improves their physique. When this is done, I'll wake them up tomorrow.

After not practicing for several days, Song Ying came to the beach and waited for the crab army to attack. With the success of her foundation, the strength of the crabs has also increased significantly. The magic weapon in her hand has long been broken, and now the weapon has been replaced by a high-level treasure weapon, and killing an upgraded crab is like killing an ant.

After the last tribulation, she and Shangguan Yunting have been nesting in the space to cut crabs, although she has only built a foundation, but in the face of those crabs that are shining with blue light, there is no need to use weapons, with a strong body, it is enough to kill with one blow.

In just a moment, there was a commotion on the sea, and the crabs set out collectively as if sensing a call. The coastline was lengthened, and the battle line was lengthened. Song Ying was full of firepower, shuttling along the coastline, harvesting the lives of crabs and enjoying the thrill of battle. Although the coastline is 40 kilometers long, not a single crab has managed to cross the beach and invade the land.

After a day and a night, the blue-black crab army was finally defeated and regrouped. Song Ying called the "little fat man" and had another feast. After eating, he trimmed the vegetable patch behind the house and returned to the Yin Yang Spring to meditate. (To be continued.) )