As he spoke, the spearhead had pierced the skin of the dried corpse, and it seemed that it was really going to stab him in the heart.

The dry corpse wanted to struggle to resist, but he couldn't move at all, so he could only say angrily: "It's impossible, you just want to find a reason to kill me." ”

Yang Wei sneered: "Do you still need to find a reason to kill you?" You think too highly of your son's position, and he doesn't seem to care about your life or death at all. ”

The dry skin on the cadre's face twitched visibly violently, as if it had been stimulated violently.

The withered ten fingers tied to the copper pillar were clenched into fists, "Don't kill me, you killed me is equivalent to doing him a great favor, I am the true king of the blood clan, as long as I am alive, no one will be able to replace my throne, and the next king will not be produced, once I die, my son may become the king of the Council of Elders, and he will be able to completely control the seven clans, completely control the entire blood clan, and the elders will submit to his feet and lose the power to restrain him, I don't think you want to see a strong and unified blood clan appear in Yanxia, and according to the blood contract, once I die, the entire blood clan will inevitably avenge me, so you can't kill me. ”

Yang Wei shrank his hand and pulled out his spear, "What I said seems to make sense, but I really want to kill you, what should I do?" ”

The two looked at each other, and the eyes of the dried corpse suddenly widened, only to see Yang Wei pick up the spear and stab him in the stomach with a 'poof' stab, stabbing five or six times in a row, stabbing the blood so much that even the intestines in the stomach of the dried corpse could be seen.

The dry corpse looked at him with great anger, Yang Wei pulled out his spear and threw it away, slapped his face and smiled: "I'm really sorry, your son ran away, I can't find anyone to be angry, I can only vent on you, who called you the king of the blood clan, your subordinates made mistakes, I naturally want to settle accounts with you." ”

There is no way, the situation is stronger than people, the dry corpse can be said to dare to be angry and dare not speak, once you say too much, it is really possible for someone to kill you.

And Yang Wei had already turned around lightly, and said slowly as he walked: "I didn't kill you, I just stabbed you a few times, it's none of my business to die, even if you die, we won't treat you badly, this is a royal tomb, worthy of your identity as the king of the blood clan." ”

The dry corpse's eyes were almost breathing fire staring at him as he walked up the steps.

Yang Wei, who walked back to the entrance, picked up the torch on the side, put a little on the raging fire in the stone trough, and immediately borrowed a fire and walked out, without looking back.

As for the raging flames in the dungeon, don't worry about it, the black oil in the stone trough will naturally be extinguished when it is burned out.

Out of the passage, and came to the stone room where the tombstone stands, Yang Wei reached out and pulled the handle of the lamp holder on the stone wall at the door and pulled it down, and after a 'click', the open stone door immediately made a dull 'hoc' sound and slowly closed.

And he was already striding out with a torch......

And the dried corpses bound to the stone pillars in the dungeon let out an angry 'ho-ho' roar with their mouths open, and blood was dripping drop by drop.

He couldn't break free even if he tried to break free, because not only were his limbs locked through, but there was also an iron chain running through his back from one side of his spine and out from the other side of his spine, locking his spine to the copper pillar.

It's a very cruel way of captivity, and ordinary people are afraid that they will die a long time ago.

But it is precisely because he is not an ordinary person that he has such special treatment.

No one can appreciate the pain endured by the 'dry corpse', and sometimes even the physical pain is secondary, because the pain is used to it, and being imprisoned in this dark place for more than a hundred years is the real pain.

There was no sun, moon and stars outside, and he couldn't even figure out how long he had been imprisoned.

Only every time Yang Wei came, he estimated that another year had passed.

There are no friends, not even one to talk to, and it doesn't move, only endless darkness and emptiness, and endless torment.

After a 'ho-ho' roar, the sound was cut off instantly, and the dry corpse's mouth suddenly stirred rapidly, as if it was speaking to the void, and it seemed to be making a strange sound, but no sound could be heard.

Not long after, somewhere in the dome of the underground palace, there was a sudden slippery of fine sand, and there was a rugged stone crevice there, as if something was about to climb out.

Soon, a pair of small claws were revealed, followed by a red-haired mouse's head.

After the rat got out of the crack in the stone, it jumped directly from the high dome, and the moment it fell, it suddenly spread its wings and flew quickly over the underground palace.

It wasn't a mouse, it turned out to be a bat, and it was a bat with red fur.

This red bat was much larger than the average bat, with an outstretched wingspan that could be the size of five or six bats.

It circled and flew around the stone crevices of the dome, and soon, another bat crawled out of the stone crevices and flew into the palace, but they were all normal sized ordinary bats.

After a dozen ordinary bats appeared one after another, the red bats immediately drove their fellow citizens to fly towards the 'dried corpse' tied to the copper pillar.

The dry corpse immediately opened its mouth and waited, and after a while, an ordinary bat was driven into his mouth.

The dried corpse immediately bit the bat and chewed it, and quickly swallowed it into its stomach.

After eating, he opened his mouth again, and the red bat quickly drove another of his kind into his mouth and gave it to him.

In just ten minutes, more than a dozen bats were all in the stomach of the dried corpse.

The red bat lay on the belly of the dried corpse, licking the blood from the wound on his abdomen.

Normally, this red bat would lie directly on the neck of the dried corpse and bite through the blood vessels of the dried corpse to suck blood, but this time it was obviously unnecessary, Yang Wei helped it.

The dried corpse who ate a bat feast slowly closed his eyes and murmured lightly: "I don't have hope for anyone anymore, so grow up quickly, you are my only hope to get out of trouble, and the only hope to support me to live." ”

The flames in the stone trough of the dungeon gradually weakened, and the black oil in the stone trough was slowly burned out, and the dungeon would soon fall into darkness for a long time......

In Zhongnan Mountain, there are more elderly people in the courtyard of the gospel layman, and there are monks, Taoist priests, lamas and the like.

Eight old people were sitting on a stake and chatting together, and the little boy Fuman naturally only had to serve tea and pour water.

Taoist priests are naturally gospel laymen; The lama is none other than Zang Ji, who was forcibly picked up; The monk has a malnourished face, and the gray cloth Buddha clothes on his body are full of patches, and at first glance he is an orthodox ascetic, and those brightly dressed and pot-bellied monks in Shaolin cannot be compared, and his Dharma name is Xuanci.

A plain old nun dressed in homespun gray clothes and a rich old woman in good spirits are chatting, and the old nun is rhymed; The rich old woman was once known as 'Ye Erniang' on the rivers and lakes, and her eyebrows were full of heroic spirit, and she could vaguely see that she was a big beauty when she was young.

An old man who looked like an old man who was farming was smoking a dry cigarette and playing chess with a tiger old man with black eyebrows like a sword.

The old man who smoked was once known as the 'burning stick' on the rivers and lakes, and the old man with the sword eyebrows was known as the 'iron gall', and he once served as the chief scoop of the three provinces, that is, the leader of the bandits.

There was also an old man on the side who watched the two of them play chess, and he was also the youngest of the several people.

Dressed in a blue plain Tang suit, with gray hair combed back, a black silk silk was simply tied at the back of the neck, and the hair was very long, reaching the back waist, comparable to a woman.

The whole body is cleaned up, giving people a feeling of spotlessness, and there is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows, despite this age, but it still looks very handsome, and it is estimated that there is no problem with the little girl.

This person was the most popular, he was known as the first beautiful man on the rivers and lakes, and he was known as the 'handsome man' in the rivers and lakes, and he once fascinated many women.

The literary style is also good, and he has passed the 'Tanhua' of the Qing Dynasty, but his arrogant personality is not suitable for officialdom, and he destroyed the boss's full door, and then fell into the grass...... People with good kung fu are not good at this, they don't want to compromise when they encounter problems, and they will use their fists to solve problems when their temper comes, otherwise they may not be able to be a big official with his civil and military skills.

"Get on the horse!" The 'handsome boy' staring at the chessboard suddenly reminded him.

Iron Gall''s eyes lit up immediately, he picked up the chess piece and slapped it forward, then rubbed his hands together and laughed.

The 'fire stick' with the dry smoke immediately tilted his head and squinted, and said angrily: "Little white face, get out of the way." ”

The 'handsome boy' didn't bother to bother with him, so he turned around and walked out of the courtyard with a ten-fingered slender hand on his back.

As soon as he walked outside the yard, a gust of mountain wind blew, and the long white hair that was as clean as silk behind him immediately fluttered, that look, that situation, it was simply integrated with the splendid mountains and fields, and it was comparable to the comic characters, so handsome, it was not too much to say that he was an old handsome guy.

The handsome boy turned his head to stare at the mountains and forests, only to see a figure shoot quickly into the air, whistling with a palm, he immediately freed his hand and waved his palm to meet it.

There was a 'bang', and the handsome boy took three steps back, shook his numb arm, stared at Yang Wei, who turned over and landed, and said coldly: "Sick!" ”

Yang Wei suddenly laughed three times heartily, didn't argue with him, and strode into the courtyard, while the handsome boy continued to look at the scenery outside with his hands behind his back.

Yang Wei, who stepped into the courtyard door, saw everyone in Qi Qi's view, and laughed again: "Okay, it's quite face-saving, it's all here!" ”

Everyone just glanced at him and went their separate ways.

Yang Wei walked up to the Evangelist, untied his pocket, and asked, "How is that kid?" ”

The Gospel monk who held a teapot to his mouth took a sip of tea, shook his head and said: "I haven't woken up yet, I have a high fever the day after you left, and I have been chirping and talking some ominous nonsense, I gave him injections and medicine, the high fever has come down, his breath has stabilized, and he is probably about to wake up." ”