Eight months later, Youxi was in the winter of the tenth year.

The cold winter winds, the heavy snow is several feet deep, and the biting cold wind in the north of the desert cuts through everything in the heaven and earth.

The goose-feathered snow fell with tiny hailstones and crackled on the eaves.

At this time, the school field of Qianshan Mansion was gloomy and cold. In the huge school yard, there were eight black-clothed people kneeling in a row, their knees buried in the deep snow, and the white snow covered the original black clothes, but their bodies were straight and unwavering.

Beitang Che passed by here unintentionally, so he hid behind the tree with a little interest, and looked at this farce lightly.

"It's not good to complete the task, what's the use of a thousand mountains raising you?" A cold voice suddenly sounded, and the young man who spoke was Jing Ke.

Ning folded his head and stared at the white snow, his face expressionless.

The eight of them all knelt silently, and there was not much fear in their hearts. When you enter the Qianshan Mansion, you don't have to decide whether you live or die.

If you fail to do so, you will be a useless tool, so what to keep it for.

However, they all know Jing Ke's methods, and they have never made people die happily.

Xu was frozen for too long, Ning Zhen only felt that his perception was a little sluggish, and he only vaguely heard Jing Ke say slowly: "hook bone".

This is one of the most cruel punishments in Qianshan Mansion. Use a hard hook to pull away the flesh and skin of the person layer by layer until the bones are visible.

Hearing that it was this kind of punishment, Ning Zhen didn't panic.

How many times he came here, how many times he cried, he couldn't remember.

But all forbearance is for revenge, and even dignity is discarded.

It's just that he remembered the first time he was punished, and he cried so much that his voice was hoarse. And slowly I learned not to scream, and I couldn't hold it anymore and shed tears.

Later, it is silently coming, silently bearing, and then silently leaving.

Once you enter the Thousand Mountains, everyone must be prepared for this.

And the family revenge has not been avenged, how could he rather die such a cowardly death.

After kneeling in the snow for a few hours, Ning Zhen's knee had turned from a sharp stinging pain to numbness, and his waist was still straight.

In a trance, he finally heard someone say, start.

The eight of them fell to their knees without saying a word, and none of them spoke. Several fierce men picked them up and threw them to the ground, cold hooks mercilessly piercing their shoulder blades and pinning them to the ground.

In the ice and snow, Ning Zhen's body trembled slightly.

He's looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Stop!" Someone suddenly spoke up.

His mind was no longer very clear, Ning Zhe only saw a pair of graceful and luxurious beaded boots in front of him, and it was not difficult to recognize that the person in front of him who shouted to stop was Jing Ke.

Jing Ke's smile was warm and warm, but his eyes contained a sharp knife, "This person... Just keep it. ”

Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't stand fainting, but it was only a stick of incense, but he woke up painfully.

It's just that he just luckily thought that he had escaped the tiger's mouth, but he saw seven or eight hungry wolves sandwiching him in the middle and biting him, and there were still seven incomplete bones as far as he could see.

"No... No! Don't."

Ning Zhi raised his head and cried, desperately crawling out of the wolves, for a while the flesh and blood were splashed, and the entire main courtyard of Qianshan Mansion could only hear Ning Zhi's screams of pain.

"Ahh Beitang Che saw the young man's face clearly and was stunned. Ning Zhe is not in his hometown at this time, what is he doing in Qianshan?

He didn't know that after Ning Zhe was erased by Beitang Che for five years, he returned to his hometown, but he found that his father Ning Feng had already died in battle, his mother died soon after, and his only sister was nowhere to be found.

The neighbors told him that a month ago, Youxi and his neighbor Xingdou went to war.

The old general of Dingguo listened to the treacherous rumors, was arrogant and arrogant, and in order to protect the so-called imperial city, he abandoned tens of thousands of soldiers guarding the front line with a secret order.

At the same time, he also stopped the supply of food and grass to the front line, and designed to give the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers to Xingdou as a sincere hope for peace, so that the two countries would stop the war.

It's a pity that the old general of Dingguo has been fighting horses all his life, but he has also made mistakes. Tens of thousands of soldiers were killed in vain, with no bones left, and they died without seeing it.

Ning Zhe doesn't know if he is fortunate or unlucky, he is the only person in this family who survives, but he has to bear the hatred of the whole family.

So he sneaked into Qianshan and stole the waist card of a Qianshan disciple, but who knew that he would be caught by Jing Ke and try the medicine.

"General, let me go, please..."

Ning was full of tears in pain, fell to the ground weakly, and prayed helplessly in a low voice, but could only let the wild wolf bite.

And not far from him, there were soldiers watching the execution. As if accustomed to this kind of scene, everyone looked indifferently and expressionlessly, watching the young child scream helplessly.

The general who stood lazily beside the young man was the young general at the end of the twelve generals. It's just that his eyes are no longer as clear and simple as they were back then, but as if he was enchanted, showing a terrifying blood red.

It was a pair of gloomy and indifferent eyes, he looked down at the young man on the ground, but he was indifferent to his plea for help.

I saw that Ning Zhe's already tattered clothes were torn to pieces, and the flesh and blood under the clothes were also torn off piece by piece, and seven or eight hungry wolves chased and fought for the pieces of flesh and blood, and trampled on his body fiercely.

Wound after injury, Ning trembled in pain, and wanted to die immediately.

It's a pity that he didn't have this opportunity. Whenever he was confused, someone immediately poured a basin of ice water, and he woke up instantly, without the protection of his skin, the young man's limbs were painful and stiff and could not move, and even some of the wounds had revealed white bones, which made the people around him can't help but gause.

Chang'an, the capital city in the south, is in the middle of the New Year, but the weather in Mobei is still nine cold days. The thin upper body of Ning Zhe** was thrown into the hungry wolves, as if it was used as food for them. This "drama" lasted for an hour, and it was not until Ning Zhi was tortured for only half a breath that the little general waved his hand and sent people to drive away the wolves, and stepped forward in front of him.

The ground was stained with blood, and the flesh and blood were ravaged all over the ground.

--- is really pitiful

The little general gently hooked the corners of his mouth, and pinched Ning Zhe's chin, "You should thank General Ben for sparing your life, what's the matter, don't you behave well?" ”

Ning Zhen trembled his hands, closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale, he couldn't say a word in pain, and he was about to pass out at one point.

"Do you think this is the end, Ling Chi, burning, skinning, these gadgets haven't been tasted yet."

The little general's terrifying blood-red eyes seemed to be smiling, like the devil who demanded his life.

Ning Zhen shook his head in horror, kept crawling back, and a trail of blood continued to fall behind him, only to see him crying to the little general in a hoarse voice, but he couldn't make any sound.

"You and I are of the same grade, but there is an innate difference." The little general sighed lightly, his tone seemed to be distressed and regretful, but there was a kind of seductive gentleness, "Then I'll heal your wounds, okay?" ”

As he spoke, the little general took out a small black bottle from his sleeve, flicked off the cork, and said, "This is the blood of this general, it has the ability to bring people back to life, and can give you great strength, would you like to give it a try?" ”

Ning Zhe seemed to see the hope of life, nodded desperately, grabbed the hem of the little general's clothes with a pair of bloodstained hands, and prayed humbly, no matter if the person in front of him wanted his life not long ago, even if this person's father harmed his whole family and tens of thousands of innocent people on the front line!

But as long as you live, you are eligible for revenge!

The little general smiled softly at Ning Zhe, grabbed his hair and turned him over, and a bottle of blood was poured on his terrible wound without hesitation.

"Ahh

Ning's painful pupils continued to expand, his body tensed, and his whole body continued to twitch until his pupils gradually dilated, and finally the whole person passed out. However, the hideous wounds all over his body slowly scarred and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only the little general himself knows that his blood can bring people back to life, his muscles and bones can make artifacts, his soul can cross people's lives, and even his tears are comparable to a peerless spiritual spring.

In ancient books, the owner of this blood is called Meisheng, known as a demon national treasure, full of treasures, and noble.

But what he couldn't see was that a black mandala flower mark quietly bloomed under Ning Zhen's earlobe. The black mandala symbolizes unpredictable darkness and death, and is also a path of no return to life.

The little general smiled indifferently, turned to the girl behind him and said, "The drug test is over, sister Siyu, take him down." ”

In the final analysis, his big move was nothing more than a test of blood, even at the cost of an innocent life.

The reason why Ning Zhe was chosen among the eight was only because his skin was better-looking.

"Okay, second brother" Siyu smiled faintly, as if he had dealt with too many such things, and picked up the unconscious young man on the ground without twisting, and rushed towards the water prison with a light footstep.

The little general watched his sister leave, his crimson eyes returned to a simple and clear appearance, and he was about to turn around and go back to the barracks, but he saw a slender figure on a tree not far behind him. His eyes were cold, and the murderous aura in his body was released invisibly. "Who is it?!"

The figure in the tree jumped in front of the little general.

"This general, I really underestimated you," came to the human.

How dare you do this to me, this account, along with your father's share, will be settled one by one in time.