The sound sounded like the roar of a wild beast, hysterical. If it wasn't a human who made this sound, but a beast, the beast must be tearing its enemies apart with its teeth at this moment.

The door to the cell was behind the jailer, probably because it was locked, and most of the sound was blocked behind the door. But even so, Uncle Zhong was able to distinguish the owner of this voice at the first time.

"City Lord!" Uncle Zhong was shocked.

The jailer obviously heard this voice too, and his face twitched slightly: "You are impatient, aren't you, tell you to get out, can't you hear!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously leaned towards the door, blocking the door with his somewhat fat body.

The city lord has a son and a daughter, his son Mo Fei's whereabouts are unknown now, and the daughter who had the accident is not Mo Xiaoyu.

No wonder the jailer did not accept bribes and was in a hurry to get them away. Even if they couldn't see what was going on inside, the two of them could guess a thing or two.

"Damn, can't you be quieter? The jailer whispered to himself.

Uncle Zhong's old face turned blue, and his hand holding the lantern and the bamboo basket trembled like a sifting of chaff.

"Wait...... Wait, my lord...... What the hell is ...... inside" The old fellow's speech became slurred, and his tongue was chattering. One is because of fright, and the other is the vaguely rising anger, Mo Fei and Mo Xiaoyu are what he watched grow up.

However, before the guard could answer, Ye Lingyu grabbed Uncle Zhong's collar and dragged him behind him.

At this moment, there was no expression on his face at all, but the momentum of his body was cold and hard. The murderous aura that slowly emanated was like a ghost crawling out of hell, and there was no blood, but it was like being in a sea of blood, and the momentum swept through the entire room.

Hiding his identity is important, but if he can be calm in the face of such a situation, he will not be Ye Lingyu.

I saw him take a step forward, he was still some distance away from the jailer, but in this step he had already come to the jailer, and grabbed forward with his hand into a claw, and before the jailer could react, he was caught in the chest. Ye Lingyu's hand passed directly through his chest, and behind his back, he brought out a heart that was still beating. Thick blood spurted out of the arm-sized sores like fountains, staining the door and walls behind the jailer a bright red.

Uncle Zhong was already dumbfounded, the bloody scene that happened in front of him was like a projection of hell in the world, this young man who didn't smile didn't even blink his eyes when he was killed.

However, before he could recover from his surprise, Ye Lingyu had already grabbed his collar and rushed to the door with an arrow.

The door was locked, but Ye Lingyu didn't look for the key at all, and with a flick of his fingers, a black flame shot at the position of the copper lock, and the lock cylinder was suddenly melted out of a hole.

After Ye Lingyu and Uncle Zhong rushed into the door as fast as they could, the situation in the dungeon was not right, and there was no time for Ye Lingyu to explore carefully, even if it would be exposed because of this, there was no way.

Behind the door there were steps downward, and when I entered, the sound became more and more distinct, not only the roar of the man, but also the cry of the woman, and the tearing of the clothes.

Ye Lingyu's speed exploded to an extreme, and wherever he passed, the oil lamps on both sides were blown out by the sweeping wind one after another, and the intense darkness and killing intent overwhelmingly pressed towards the bottom cell.

In the cell, Mo Wenwu was tied to an iron frame, and two huge iron hooks passed directly through his shoulder blades. Complex runes were engraved on the iron hook, which was some kind of prohibition that even Mo Wenwu, who was of Xuan-rank strength, could not break free.

On the side, three people dressed as jailers surrounded Mo Xiaoyu in the middle. With sly smiles on their faces, the three of them pushed Mo Xiaoyu from time to time, or tore her clothes hard.

Mo Xiaoyu was already thin, and a large piece of the fabric was torn apart, revealing the snow-white skin underneath.

Mo Xiaoyu is now thirteen or fourteen years old, and although he has not yet grown, he is already a rare and visible beauty embryo. Pushed around by a few jailers, like willow branches in the wind.

She folded her hands in front of her chest to block the sudden spring light, and her face was already covered with tears.

Several jailers were not in a hurry to attack her, but just looked at her with the eyes of a cat and a mouse. They seem to prefer to see a person at a loss rather than humiliating them.

Mo Wenwu's eyes were cracked, and he struggled desperately, but the iron chains that bound his whole body were not pulling at all except for the clanging sound.

"You white-eyed wolves, what did I usually do to you, but now you want to take revenge!" Mo Wenwu roared.

The muscles of his burly body bulged out, like a beast in a cage.

"Mo Wenwu, don't blame us, this person goes to a high place and the water flows to a low place, it's a matter of course. ”

"Eat inside and outside, when I get out of trouble one day, I will chop you into mashed meat with my own hands. Mo Wenwu's eyes were cracked.

The three of them looked at each other and laughed, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world: "Get out of trouble? ”

A person who is about to be beheaded still thinks of getting out of trouble one day, which is a big joke in the world.

"Okay, don't talk about that, you see, on this last night, our brothers came over to let you enjoy it. One of them laughed and said, looking at Mo Xiaoyu's eyes full of greed.

Mo Wenwu seemed to be crazy: "What are you coming at me, let go of my daughter." ”

"Ouch, coming at you? Haha, why. I prefer this thin skin and tender flesh to old bones like yours. One of them said as he raised Mo Xiaoyu's chin, "Anyway, after tomorrow, it will be a dead person, so it's better to cheapen us now." ”

Mo Xiaoyu had tears streaming down her face, desperately trying to remove her chin from the other party's hand, but she was just an ordinary person, and the other party was a martial artist of the sixth layer of the Yellow Order, where did she struggle to move.

Next to her was a woman in palace clothes, who pulled the warrior's arm vigorously: "You let go of my daughter, I beg you." ”

The voice was like a yellow warbler crying blood, and tears flowed down its face.

"It's already old, and the little is here to disturb the master's Yaxing. The warrior kicked the woman at the glance, and then turned his hand into a slap.

With a crisp slap, the woman fell to the ground heavily, a scarlet slap mark immediately appeared on her fair face, and a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth.

"Mother!" Mo Xiaoyu shouted, and the whole person cried into a tearful person.

Looking at the three people who were gradually approaching, her heart gradually became cold, she knew what she was going to face, could it really be that she was in a catastrophe today? Big brother, where are you Mo Fei unconsciously appeared in Mo Xiaoyu's mind.

However, at the moment when Mo Xiaoyu felt desperate, a chill suddenly rose behind him.

This chill is very different from the cold in the dungeon, it is the coldness that penetrates the bone marrow, from the inside out, as if human blood can freeze.

Something is coming, this is Mo Xiaoyu's first feeling. Although she hadn't met yet, she knew that it was something that would bring death, and before the thing arrived, the murderous aura had already surged, and the killing intent was too strong, so thick that it made people breathless.

Not only Mo Xiaoyu, but others also felt it. Several jailers stopped in unison, and Mo Wenwu also raised his head in horror and looked at the entrance of the passage leading to the dungeon.

"Lao Zhu? Yes...... Is that you?" one of the jailers whispered in the direction of the passage.

There was no reaction in the passage, only his own echo.

"What...... Isn't Lao Zhu guarding above?" said another jailer.

Because of the strange feeling, no one in the cell made a sound, and the silence around them fell into a silence that could be heard.

The dim grease lamp flickered incessantly, and with the cold silence that made people's hearts furious, the atmosphere was indescribably weird.

However, in the horrified eyes of everyone, they saw that the lights in the passage were extinguished one by one.

The passage, which was still faintly visible, was completely engulfed in darkness in a moment.

This thought arose in everyone's hearts at this moment.

In the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, a black shadow suddenly rushed out. It was so fast that people couldn't reflect it, but vaguely, it was a person.

The man came from the darkness, and the smell of blood had nowhere to hide. He hadn't spoken since he appeared, but everyone had understood his purpose in appearing - he had come to hunt for food.

Monsters come into the world and play by hunting and eating living people.

Ye Lingyu stopped abruptly from the high speed, lifted a little dirt under his feet, and when he stopped, he was already standing in front of a jailer. The jailer's eyes were still fixed in the direction of the passage, and he hadn't even reacted.

Ye Lingyu and the jailer stood side by side, their arms stretched out to the side, one hand into a claw, and they clasped the jailer's head.

There was a black flame burning in the palm of his hand, and with the drag of his arm forward, with a wave of his hand, a pitch-black path of fire was pulled in the air.

The black fire burned, and even the air became distorted.

The jailer was still standing there, but the head around his neck was gone.

The part of the neck was charred black, and before the blood could come out, the headless corpse fell limply.

This is the second feeling after fear.

This person is ridiculously strong, not that his cultivation is profound, it's just that his method of taking people's lives with the snap of his fingers makes people shudder.

The first jailer fell, and the remaining two were stunned for a moment.

Flee or beg for mercy In a short moment, countless thoughts flashed through their hearts, but none of these thoughts made them muster up the courage to compete with the person in front of them.

Ye Lingyu didn't give them time to react, the moment he rushed out of the passage, everything in the cell was already in full view, whether it was Mo Wenwu who was tied to the iron frame, or the woman with a slap print on her face, or Mo Xiaoyu in rags, every scene all seduced the deepest anger in his heart.

A palm slapped at a jailer, and the dragon-like flames pierced through the jailer's body, leaving a basin-sized hole in his chest.

Seeing that something was wrong, the other jailer turned around and ran. But as soon as he ran out, Ye Lingyu had already approached from behind.

Ye Lingyu squatted down and swept his legs, swept directly on the jailer's ankle, and swept the jailer into the air. He twisted his waist, and with the help of the momentum of turning, his fist slammed into force from the bottom up, like a sharp sword breaking through the air, directly piercing the jailer's body.

The three opponents of the fifth or sixth level of the Yellow Rank had only taken five breaths of time in his hands. You must know that Ye Lingyu is now only a seventh-level cultivator of the Yellow Order.

Except for the dead, everyone else was dumbfounded.

"Brother Ye!"

After a short silence, it was Mo Xiaoyu who was the first to react, and his small body threw himself into Ye Lingyu's arms.