It turns out that pain can really numb people.

The long period of drowsiness made it impossible for her to distinguish between day and night, Yi Yun silently counted the number of times she was held on the shoulder by the tall man, knowing that forty-eight days had passed.

According to the observation of the past 40 days, their cell is the only cell that does not wear the prisoner's pipa bones, and the amount of food is enough for more than 20 people to live a day with seven points of fullness, unlike other cells that only give three points of food a day, the monks are okay, those ordinary people have been thin into a handful of bones.

It's not that no one wants to kill themselves, but they don't know what those people have fed them, and once they want to kill themselves, they will suffer terribly, and they will be stupid when they wake up. Although Yi Yun's cell was still very bad, most people knew that it was brought by the tall man, and they could do their best to make them feel better. It also gives them an extra sense of anger, a desire to live.

Yi Yun thought, she also wants to live, but what is she going to do when she lives?

Her eyes were a little confused, these days she knew more or less that the person her mother loved and hated was the Demon Venerable of the Demon Realm, and it was the son of the Demon Venerable who captured them, just for the blood in their bodies.

However, she didn't even bother to have such blood!

"Hey, little girl, wake up!" a pair of kicks kicked her in the waist, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

"Hey!" The rough palm slapped on her face, although he slowed down his strength, his light slap still made Yi Yun's nose bloody.

Yi Yun came back to his senses, and what he saw was a familiar human head. The man looked a little embarrassed, took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, touched it a few times, thought about it and took it back.

He looked down at Yi Yun who was covered in blood a few more times, grabbed her tattered collar, pulled off a piece of clothing that was not stained with blood but couldn't see the primary color clearly, and wiped the blood on her face gently, and then twisted the small piece of cloth to block Yi Yun's bloody nostrils, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The tall man took out the water bag, fed Yi Yun a mouthful, stood up, turned his head to look at the people behind him who were still struggling to get up, sighed in his heart, and said quietly: "It's time to go." ”

Those people supported each other to sit up, those who didn't have the strength relied on their eyes to convey their gratitude, and those who had the strength tried their best to pull a smile that didn't look reluctant. The tall man gritted his teeth and silently fed everyone a mouthful of water.

Turning around, he strode towards the door of the cell and pulled out a rope. The men in the cell were obediently tied with their hands, and two or three people supported each other and staggered, moving their steps mechanically.

There was already a team outside the prison door, but they were all thin and looked like dried corpses. The tall man glanced at it, and without saying a word, the person who led the slip away was the first to leave.

It's just that after walking out of the dark prison, he was greeted by a sharp voice: "Yo, isn't this the Yang An Yang big guard who is in cahoots with the blood slaves? What's the matter, just tie a broken rope, and those who don't know still think you're a spy!"

"The master has his own way, as long as he can cure it, you better take care of yourself! lest those under your hands burp if they can't hold up the sacrifice!"

"Hmph, I don't care about you, sooner or later I'll make you kneel and call me grandpa!"

"When you die, the day will probably dig out your brain and wash it!"

"You-"

"Enough! I'm not ashamed, I'm leaving, hum!"

The tall man snorted coldly at the pot-bellied Humpty Dumpty, and led the toes behind him to walk away proudly. Leaving behind him, Humpty Dumpty pointed at the monks behind him who looked like they had been pierced by the pipa bones and had lost their meridians: "You bunch of waste! What about noble blood! It's not even as good as a dog now!"

The tall man's back tightened, and he was obviously told that he was in a sore spot, but he didn't turn around and scold, just silently led the way. He was originally one of the many demons of the previous Demon Venerable, and after the abdication of the previous Demon Venerable, he was spared because of the strength of his bloodline and his low level, and was assigned to the Nine Young Masters as a small guard. And this bloodline raid, because he was separated by one layer, escaped and did not become a blood slave.

This is one of the reasons why he tries his best to make the people under him better.

Why bother these people, they can't even control life and death.

He had tried to convince himself to be cold, but he couldn't. In the end, he found an excuse in front of him - he is a demon, and they have the blood of demons in their bodies, so they regard it as ...... Have pity on them.

The forty-ninth day had come, and they were taken to Chingdam, where they had tormented forty-eight times.

Qingtan is in the center of an altar, strange patterns spread from Qingtan to all sides, there is a huge pillar in each direction, Yi Yun's eyes are dizzy, he can only know that there are also some dark red patterns on the pillar. There were many black-robed people around, all dressed up like the people who killed their mother's relatives that time.

Yi Yun's body trembled slightly, forcing himself not to think about the scene that day, but the more he didn't think about it, the blood-stained jade water orchid seemed to be swaying gently in front of his eyes.

The tall man named Yang An untied the rope, and without him calling for another call, more than 20 people jumped off the Qingtan one by one, clinging to the wall of the pool, waiting for the last torture to be 'concocted'. Yi Yun held on to the smooth stone wall behind her, a little unsteady, and the thin man beside her reached out to stabilize her.

She wanted to say thank you, but she couldn't make a sound, one nostril was still stuffed with a strip of cloth, and she felt uncomfortable when she pulled the dough, and she could only gently purse her lips at the man, and she couldn't make any more unnecessary movements. The man's eyes were covered by his loose hair, and he didn't know if he could see his subtle movements.

She moved her gaze upward, and suddenly saw that one of the people at the end of the short and fat escort team who was fighting with Yang An before took out a black ball out of nowhere, and threw it on the chain that penetrated her, but unfortunately before the ball touched the chain, it was sucked in the palm of the palm of a black-robed person around her, and with a flick of her backhand, it had already entered the person's eye socket, only to hear a muffled sound, and the person's skull was blown to pieces. The black-robed man who shot out waved his hand, and several black-robed people hidden in the shadows pulled the body out, cleaned up the scene, and placed some black ore in its place.

The short and fat guard stared at the few pieces of black ore, quite greedy, such good things were actually just to purify the bloody qi? As for a person who died? What is that, and he didn't kill it!

One after another, the clear pool was already full of people, and the knee-high water had spread to their chests, and the black-robed people around took their own baskets, crushed them into juice with demonic energy, and poured them all into the pool.

The originally clear pool water has gradually become blood red, with the passage of time, the blood pool water seems to be boiling, crazy eroding everyone's body, that pain has been experienced too many times, but each experience is still so much that people want to go crazy.

It was as if her body had died, and it was her soul that was tormented. Yi Yun could feel that the blood in her body that had been suppressed by her mother had revived again, flowing wildly in her body, and finally encountered those pools of water that invaded her body, and was slowly suppressed, but it had been condensed into a palm-sized ball, coiled in her chest, as if it would break out of her body in the next moment.

Every breath seemed to exhaust her strength, and the thin man who had been holding her steady didn't know where she went, so she could only try her best to support her body and stick her mouth and nose out of the pool.

The pool had fallen, and listening to the sound of the water popping, she knew that this 'concoction' had been completed, and they were being fished out to sacrifice their blood as blood slaves.