He Yang jumped on the horse again and pulled the chariot to move on, Huang Quan's body trembled slightly with the bumps of the chariot.

"Hey, throw me down, don't you even let go of the corpse?" Huang Quan shouted in his heart as he pretended to be dead.

The development of things suddenly exceeded his expectations, he thought that he would have no use value if he became a corpse, but he didn't expect He Yang to even let go of the corpse and take him away.

It's going to be difficult now, it's impossible for him to suddenly come back to life again, so that his secret will be exposed.

He can only continue to play dead and see if there is any chance next.

Half an hour later, there was some noise faintly in front of them, and He Yang and the others slowed down their horses.

Huang Quan's eyes showed a slit, and he looked ahead by the bright moonlight.

Ahead is a dense mountain forest, and a building looms from the top of the mountain, and it seems to be a mountain villa with continuous lights.

He Yang and the others walked through the dense mountain forest and came to the gate of the villa, where there were a few big characters written above the gate-

Sun Moon Villa.

Under the salute of two rows of guards, He Yang and others rushed into the villa in a chariot.

The villa is full of buildings, as far as the eye can see, the terrain is intricate, deep as the sea, and there are guards patrolling everywhere, and the security is heavy.

Huang Quan's heart sank, and when he entered such a mountain villa, it was difficult for him to fly.

"Take the others to the dungeon!" He Yang commanded, then jumped on the chariot, took out Huang Quan's body alone, put it behind his horse demon soul, and ran to the depths of the villa.

Bypassing the buildings, He Yang came to a courtyard in the depths of the villa, and finally turned over and dismounted, took Huang Quan down, and dragged him into a room in the courtyard.

The room was large, filled with wooden shelves, on which were placed all kinds of bottles and jars, exuding a faint smell of medicine, as if it were a pharmacy.

A thin man was sitting cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace in the corner, seemingly refining medicine, coughing from time to time.

"Zuo Huancheng, this kid has come back to life once, and now he is dead again, you can see if you can bring him back to life again, it is best to last until five days, if you can't hold it, you can only let the ancestor eat it while it is hot." He Yang said, and put Huang Quan on the bed by the window.

"Ahem, I'll try!" Zuo Huancheng stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and coughed lightly, "How many people did you bring back?" I happened to refine a few poisons, and I need to take a few living people to try it." ”

"We can't mess around this time, the people we found are all people who are suspected of being traversers, they may have secrets on them, and the night of the blood moon is to be dedicated to the ancestor. He Yang shook his head.

"Okay!" Zuo Huancheng sighed, stood up, covered his mouth, coughed a few times, and slowly walked to the bed.

He stretched out his hand to check Huang Quan's body, and found that his heart, blood vessels, and breath did not show any signs of life.

He came to a medicine shelf, took a few bottles and jars, poured out some pills, and stuffed them all into Huang Quan's mouth.

Huang Quan suddenly felt that a majestic medicinal power poured into his body, rapidly healing his wounds, and the effect was very obvious.

"Holy Blood Pill, Spiritual Pill, Gathering Spirit Powder...... This kid is not a small blessing, so many elixirs, it is worth his ten rotten lives. He Yang stood aside, watching the pills being stuffed into Huang Quan's mouth, and said slightly.

"Ahem! That's not enough. Zuo Huancheng said, turned around and walked to a medicine shelf, took out a key, and came to a locked jade box.

He opened the lock, solemnly took out a small jade bottle from inside, came to a nearby desk, pulled out the stopper, and carefully poured out a drop of crystal clear emerald green liquid, dripping into a bowl of clear water.

In an instant, the bowl of water was dyed emerald green, exuding a faint fragrance.

"It's ...... Heavenly Spirit Liquid?" He Yang sniffed and asked in surprise.

"Exactly! This is the best medicine in our Sun Moon Villa. Zuo Huancheng said, with a shake of his palm, a translucent green snake demon soul appeared in the palm of his hand, constantly spitting snake letters.

The green snake demon soul quickly twisted its body, stretched the snake's head into the bowl, and drank up those emerald green heavenly spirit liquids, and its body quickly became verdant and luster, exuding a rich aura.

Zuo Huancheng took the green snake demon soul to the side of the bed, let it climb onto Huang Quan, and kept swimming, oozing a trace of emerald green aura and submerged into it.

Huang Quan suddenly felt that the part where the green snake demon soul swam became cold, and a majestic spiritual power penetrated into his flesh and blood, as if he was helping him cultivate.

"Tut-tut, I haven't even used the spiritual liquid this day, but now it's better to waste it on him. He Yang looked jealous.

"I don't have much of this treasure, of course I can't use it casually, if it weren't for the ancestor, I wouldn't waste it on this kid. Zuo Huancheng shook his head and coughed heavily, "And these spiritual powers are only forcibly infiltrated into his body, and they will slowly dissipate, so every day in the future, I have to serve him like this, and whether I can come back to life depends on his creation." ”

"Ordinary people definitely can't survive, but this kid may be a traverser, and he can't be reasoned with as usual. I'll go to the dungeon first, and you'll do it later, some of the injured may need you to deal with them yourself. After He Yang finished speaking, he finally left the pharmacy.

Huang Quan heard the conversation between He Yang and Zuo Huancheng, and silently calculated in his heart.

It seems that he is the right step to pretend to be dead, and then Zuo Huancheng will save him at all costs and treat his injuries.

However, five days was still too short, he was now in the depths of the mountain villa, unable to fly, and there was really no hope of survival, so he had to find another way to escape.

Gradually, half an hour passed.

The green snake demon soul finally stopped, it almost penetrated all the spiritual power into Huang Quan's body, and the color of the snake's body became much lighter, and it looked sluggish.

Zuo Huancheng exhaled a long breath, put away the green snake demon soul, took a few packets of medicinal powder in front of the medicine shelf, blew out the candle, left the house, and closed the door.

The courtyard was quiet, the bright moonlight was sprinkled down, and a few fireflies were flying in the yard.

Zuo Huancheng looked up at the demon moon in the sky, and said lightly: "Someone!"

"Here!" a guard answered outside the courtyard, strode into the courtyard, and bowed down to face Zuo Huancheng.

"You're here tonight, there's a man in the house, if he wakes up, you can take care of it for me, and I'll come back tomorrow." Zuo Huancheng commanded.

"Yes!" the guard replied in a sonorous voice.

Zuo Huancheng walked out of the courtyard with the packets of medicinal powder, stepped on the bright moonlight, walked through the pavilions and pavilions, passed through the long corridors, passed through countless bright posts and dark posts, and walked forward in the labyrinthine mountain villa.

After walking for a long time, he entered a heavily guarded house.

Inside, there was a downward spiral stone staircase, and the flickering light of the fire reflected from below, but there was not the slightest warmth, but a cold chill.

He walked slowly down the stone staircase to the bottom of the underground space.

Torches lit up the alcove illuminated the blood-stained walls, on which hung meat hooks, bone saws, chrysanthemum thorns, peeling knives, and other torture instruments, stained with bloody minced meat, on which a few flies buzzed and fluttered.

The wet ground was covered with blood, and a group of prisoners were paralyzed, ragged and covered in blood, the same people who had been sent with Huang Quan, most of whom had been tortured to the point of inadequacy.

A group of disciples of Sun Moon Mountain Villa were squatting on the ground to apply medicine to them, their expressions were focused, and their movements were gentle, like divine doctors who saved lives and helped the wounded, making them unable to die even if they wanted to.

"Use this, it's so fast!" Zuo Huancheng commanded, throwing the packets of medicinal powder over.

Not far away, He Yang was pacing back and forth under the firelight with his hands behind his back, looking at the injured people who were paralyzed on the ground from time to time, and said with a smile: "I repeat, if there are traversers among you, it is best to tell your secrets immediately and show your special abilities, and when the time comes, we will not only not torture you, but also provide you with delicious food and drink, so that you can live a fairy-like life." Don't try to escape, there is no chance, and in five days our patience will run out, and you will all die in the most tragic way. ”

So saying, he came to a brazier, picked up a red-burned iron, and wandered in front of the wounded, his eyes scanning them in turn, picking a target.

His steps were light, but they rang clearly in everyone's ears, and with the oppressive force that was approaching, everyone was terrified, and felt as if the footsteps were coming towards them.

A young girl closed her eyes tightly, her hands clasped her knees, shivering, but He Yang's footsteps were still getting clearer and closer in her ears.

"Little sister, it's you, come here!" At this moment, she suddenly heard a gentle word.

She was so frightened that she opened her eyes to see that He Yang was standing not far away, hooking his finger towards her with one hand, holding a red iron brand in the other, with a gentle smile on his face, like a big brother next door.

The girl took a few steps back in horror and cried out bitterly: "Don't, please don't burn me! I'm not a traverser......"

"You don't like this!" He Yang pursed his lips, thought about it seriously, and finally nodded, "Okay! Since you don't like soldering irons, I'll change you to a skinning knife!"

After speaking, he continued to pace with the soldering iron, his eyes sweeping over everyone in turn.

Everyone was silent, trembling, and bowed their heads one by one, not daring to look at him.

He Yang walked a few steps, suddenly bent down, stared at a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy at close range, and said sharply: "Say it quickly!"

The young man was taken aback, tilted his head back, and quickly avoided He Yang.

He Yang smiled slightly, brandished the soldering iron, and pressed it down on the young man's chest.

"I say, I say!" the boy turned into a frightened face, and quickly shouted, "I am from Earth!"