Crude barracks, barbed wire fences, black-brown earth, piles of positional defense bags filled with dirt. Wearing the Japanese military uniform of World War II, the scenery around the soldiers holding the 38 big cover shows what kind of place this is: the Japanese military camp.

Forget the dust fell to the ground with bruises all over his body, his hair scattered, and not a single part of his body was intact. Handcuffed and shackled, the steel nails inscribed with runes pierced the pipa bone, and the dantian was also pierced by two steel nails, ruining the sea of qi.

He fell to the ground in pain, several wounds still bleeding, as if he had just been tortured.

Several people who were also restricted, but treated better than him, gathered around Forget Chen, asking with concern and checking on his physical condition.

"This should be his experience when he was captured and became a slave camp to move the blood bank, so Senior Sister Taisu has already died at this time. Li Xianyu breathed a sigh of relief, and strong sadness welled up in his heart.

The beautiful woman who is beautiful and beautiful in her mind and has the autumn water as the jade as the bone.

She has assimilated with the loess, and her face is withered.

"Why do you bother, they want the True Dharma, you give it to them. ”

"We've all been reduced to prisoners, and the fish on the chopping board, the backbone will only make us die faster. It's just that if you give the Dao Fa, there's no need to be so tough. ”

The people on the side persuaded hard. They watched this young Taoist priest being taken into a slave camp, watching him being tortured by the Japanese army, and preferring to die rather than hand over the Quanzhen sect's superior mental and Taoist techniques. Iron-clad.

"I'm afraid of death, so I won't go down the mountain. Forget the dust grinned, and his mouth was full of blood foam: "How can the things handed down by the ancestor be taken away by the Japanese invaders, what others do, I can't stop it, but I will definitely not compromise with the Japanese invaders." ”

If he compromises, how will he face the more than 100 fellow disciples who died in Changsha under the nine springs.

"Brother, have a backbone. A man with a stout face took out a stiff and shriveled steamed bun from his arms, "Eat something, I secretly left it last night." ”

Forget the dust seems to have been hungry for a long time, took the steamed buns, gobbled them up, and the tasteless steamed buns seemed to have become delicacies from the mountains and seas.

"Drink some water!" said another man, who took the water from a broken bowl and handed it over.

"Thank you!" Forget the dust swallowed the steamed bun in the muddy water, "The two donors have high surnames. ”

"Chen Ye!" said the stout man.

"Liu Ming!" said the lean man handing the water.

Liu Ming and Li Xianyu's heart moved, isn't this the ancestor of Liu Kongchao, who has the ability of One Piece but does not have the ambition of One Piece.

Li Xianyu thought of the friend who pulled out a lump of meat and cut a hole, so that he could say goodbye to women and do his own food.

It was Chen Ye and Liu Ming who sealed the slime back then, it turned out that they met in the slave camp, and later after the death of the demon Dao, the two went incognito and escaped the liquidation of the Daomen, and they could be regarded as enjoying their old age.

"Two donors, how long have you been here?" asked Wangchen.

"It's been half a year. Liu Ming said.

"The Japanese invaders captured a wide range of blood, imprisoned but not killed, and I don't know why. Chen Ye said.

"Several of my classmates were also captured by the Japanese army, you have been here for so long, have you ever heard of Forget Zhen and Tai Su?"

Chen Ye and Liu Ming glanced at each other, tried to recall, shook their heads, and said, "No." ”

"Wang Bo, Chen Fu, Gao Ming, Zhu Li, have you heard of these people?"

Chen Ye and Liu Ming still shook their heads.

Li Xianyu watched silently, his heart was cold, don't ask, they are all dead, including our beloved woman, Senior Sister Taisu.

Chen Ye said: "But among the recent captives, there is a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. ”

"Who?"

"Forgetfulness. ”

Liu Ming snorted: "A scum who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and has become a lackey of the Japanese invaders." ”

"What did you say?" Wangchen's eyes widened.

Liu Ming snorted: "Just a few days earlier than you, about seven or eight days ago, he and another named Cao Jun were captured by the Japanese army and brought back to the slave camp. ”

"Impossible, you're talking nonsense!" Forget Chen reacted very much, he grabbed Liu Ming's neckline excitedly, and his face was hideous.

"It's true. Chen Ye stepped forward to dissuade him and sighed: "You don't believe it, go and see others." ”

The people on the side said: "They didn't lie, there was a Taoist priest named Forgetful and a young man named Cao Jun who became the lackeys of the Japanese invaders, but there were not a few people in the slave camp who succumbed to the Japanese army, and we were not surprised, but those two people were very upset, their bones were soft, and they gave in in half a day." ”

Forget the dust didn't stand still.

At this time, several soldiers holding the 38 big cover opened the gate of the fence and shouted: "が集まっています, Zhina." ”

Soon, hundreds of blood slaves from the slave camp were gathered, each handcuffed and shackled, with steel nails piercing through the lute bone, and they were regularly injected with potions that suppressed the power of the blood.

Forget the dust is the worst of all, because he is the most unruly.

A Japanese officer enters the slave camp and mutters in Japanese, with a traitor acting as an interpreter.

"Every day they have to brainwash us and make us loyal to the Emperor of Japan. Liu Ming whispered in the ear of Forget Chen.

My village was burned down by the Japanese army, and my family was killed. Chen Ye chirped.

"Among you, as long as you are born into a decent family, you can exchange the secret book of exercises for the friendship of the emperor. ”

"Those who don't know the times have only a dead end. ”

"As long as you can provide more hiding places for your fellow blood to join our family, you can come out of the slave camp, and the Japanese army promises to give you the same treatment and benefits as ordinary soldiers. ”

This sounds like a pyramid scheme Li Xianyu didn't spit it out, because he saw that Wuchen's body shook, his face was as white as paper in an instant, and his lips almost became pink and white.

He must have reacted, knowing why he was ambushed, and probably guessing what happened to his companions. The demon path has been dead for eighty years, but seeing the past eighty years ago, Li Xianyu suddenly regretted that he would rather never get a wrench, never enter the memory of the demon road, and never know Senior Sister Taisu.

The most desperate thing in the world is the word "past", you know it's not good, you know how it ends. But you can't change it, you can't even do it hard.

After that, Forget Chen couldn't hear it, and he stood in place in a daze. Towards the end of the "mobilization meeting", the traitor translated the words of the Japanese officer: "Which of you is willing to be loyal to the emperor?"

No one answered.

The traitor had a dark face: "As long as you promise to be loyal to the emperor, you can go out from here." ”

But those who can endure until now are all hob meat, and they are not afraid of death. Some people even scolded: "Lao Tzu will not be a traitor like you when he dies." ”

The traitor translator jumped to his feet angrily.

"What's wrong with taking refuge in the Emperor of Japan, it's better to follow in the footsteps of Japan and create an East Asian co-prosperity circle together than to be a sick man in East Asia. "He's very familiar with this set of rhetoric, and he can come with his mouth open.

"I" in the crowd, someone suddenly said.

Everyone turned back in anger, but they were stunned, the iron-clad young Taoist priest actually planned to join the Japanese army?!

In the cluster of burning eyes, Forget Chen's face turned slightly pale, his fists were clenched, and his chewing muscles were bulging, as if he needed to use all his strength to say this: "I am willing." ”

"Eh, is that sensible? The traitor translator was overjoyed: "You are as promising as me, you come forward." ”

Forget the dust step by step, slowly stepped forward, he lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at the angry and disdainful gaze.

He came to the Japanese officer and said in a deep voice: "I will not defect to the Japanese army, but I am willing to hand over the Taoism to you." ”

After a pause, Wangchen gritted his teeth and said, "It's not gratuitous, I have the conditions." ”

The traitor translator frowned, a little dissatisfied with the reply of Forget Chen, but truthfully translated it to the Japanese officer.

The Japanese officer looked at him and said something in Japanese.

"Taijun asks you, which sect you have, what do you know?" the traitor translated.

"Quanzhen faction!" Forget Chen's face was hot, he felt a huge shame, and took a deep breath: "The eight formations of the Quanzhen faction, the three inner pills are peerless, I can do them all, find someone, I will give you a peerless school." I don't learn as much as I am, I will, he won't. ”

"I'm going to trade them for my companions, if they're captured by you. ”

After the translation, the Japanese officer's eyes lit up.

The traitor translator took out a small notebook and wrote down all the names that Forget Chen said.

The Japanese officer patted him on the shoulder, said a word in Japanese, and turned to leave.

The traitor translator took back the small notebook, patted Wangchen's face, and sneered: "Taijun said that people will help you find it, but he wants it if he is unlearned." ”

Forget the dust from an iron-clad hero to a true fragrance king Jingze.

From then on, the people of the slave camp will no longer speak to you, and will spit on him and despise him. Only Chen Ye and Liu Ming understood his eagerness to find a companion, and even comforted him.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and the days of forgetting dust in the slave camp were not easy, because the wounds on his body were not disinfected and bandaged in time, and the weather in early summer soon leaked pus and festered.

He suffers from physical pain and mental anxiety every day, often waking up in a dream, or sitting alone in the middle of the night, his face is fierce.

Li Xianyu could feel that the mentality of the demon path had undergone earth-shaking changes during this period of time. He probably never dreamed that the betrayal of them was the same family who grew up together since childhood, and the forgetfulness of the bloody war of resistance in Changsha together.

The most ferocious knife is always stabbed by someone you trust.

The enemy's knife can only destroy your body, while the knife stabbed by your close friend will annihilate your soul along with it.

On this day, after eating the sour leftovers, the traitor translator wearing a Japanese military uniform came to the slave camp with a high spirit, looked around, and shouted: "Forget the dust, where is the forget dust?"

Forget the dust, huddled in the broken tent like a defeated dog, almost rushed out with a rolling belt, and the shackles rattled.

"Roar, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look like a dog?" the traitor translator was startled.

At this time, the demon Dao, his eyes were cloudy, his face was haggard, his hair was scattered, and the wounds on his body were pus and smelly, attracting buzzing flies, like a beggar living on the street.

"The person you're looking for, we've found it for you. He was taken prisoner on the same day as you. The traitor translated.

The cloudy eyes of the demon suddenly burst into a bright light.

Li Xianyu was slightly excited, he was happy for the demon Dao, at this moment, finding his former companions in the ruin of the country is the greatest happiness in life, and it is also the greatest misfortune.