"Blessed? Don't? When Fat Jia heard the word "blessed" pop out of Scar's mouth, he suddenly thought of some unspeakable fragrant things.

"Stop dreaming, fatty!" Mu Zifeng frowned, and said with a solemn face: "I think that's definitely not a good thing!" ”

"Good boy, really smart! But have you ever heard of Bliss? Scar Ye said leisurely.

"Elysium?" Zhao Zichuan asked.

"Hehe, people who drink this poison will have black lines on their arms, and the longer the black lines get, the longer they grow, and when they grow up in the armpits, the toxin will begin to attack." Scar Ye smiled.

"You ...... Poured us Bliss? Zhao Zichuan blurted out.

"Haha, congratulations, you guessed it." Scar Ye pulled out a dry cigarette from behind him, and smoked it "let's click", the smoke filled the room, and everything was so confusing.

"So what?" Although Fat Jia was a little scared, he still didn't want to give in: "Isn't it just poison?" The fat man is not afraid! ”

"Not afraid? If there is no antidote, hum, you will enter a state of extreme pain that is extremely itchy and devouring the heart. Scar Ye knocked the cigarette pouch and pot to the ground, and continued, "In that state, you will use your fingers to cut through the skin, facial features and even all the organs on the body, blurring the flesh and blood you grasp, and the medicinal properties will be repeated for seven hundred and forty-nine days, of course, many people will die of blood in three days!" ”

Hearing these words, Mu Zifeng's brain "buzzed", and he remembered the tragic death of his wife Wu Xi, could it be that she was also violated by this poison?

"Boy, you know what? No one can endure three days! Scar Ye suddenly approached Mu Zifeng and the others, and said sadly: "Look at my face, I just drank that kind of medicine, and 1 hour after the attack, I scratched it myself, how about it?" Beautiful, right? Ahh......h

Perverted laughter spread throughout the room, and Mu Zifeng's last words before Wu Xi's death appeared in his heart, "Don't say, don't say", he finally understood why Wu Xi wanted to help her commit suicide by himself. But what is the purpose of these people coercing their mothers?

"Wow......" At this time, a man howled and cried.

"Qingyu, I can't see you anymore!"

The person who was crying at this time, Mu Zifeng didn't have to guess, it must be Zhao Zichuan's cowardly son-in-law.

"Don't worry, little brother!" Scar Ye said in a light tone: "As long as you are obedient and work hard, we will give you an antidote regularly." ”

"But ......" Scar's tone changed: "If you dare to play tricks, hum, you can't help but enjoy extreme pain, and you will be buried alive like those people in the living grave in Yangshui Town!" ”

Yangshui Town? Bury alive? Mu Zifeng's heart tightened, could it be that the deserted village is Yangshui Town? Were the people of Yangshui Town buried alive?

"Brother Scar, no, Master Scar, you have the final say, I'll go to work with you!" Zhao Zichuan stopped crying and directly chose the way to live.

"What about you?" Scar Ye stared at Mu Zifeng and the others.

"Of course it's a life, do we have any other choice?" Mu Zifeng asked rhetorically.

"I didn't let me kowtow to recognize my father, no shame, no shame, my fat man...... Listen to you! Jia Fatzi nodded helplessly.

"What about that person? Why don't you speak? Scar Ye looked at "a little white".

"Scar, he's a mute, I'm in charge for him, and I'm messing with Scar!" Jia Fatzi hurriedly explained for "a little white".

"Good, good, good, count you as acquaintances!" Seeing that everyone was overjoyed, Scar Ye commanded his subordinates to register Mu Zifeng and the others, and tied four wooden cards to their arms.

Mu Zifeng saw the wooden plaque and the wooden plaque found in the living grave of 100 people. The appearance is exactly the same, except that the wooden sign has different numbers written on it:

617

He also observed Jia Fatzi, Zhao Zichuan and "Yidian Bai", and the wooden plaques read "614,615,616" respectively.

"Don't look at it!" Scar Ye moistened his voice and said, "I don't care where you come from or what you do, if you want to live, there is only one way: be obedient." From now on, you have no names, only code names! ”

Code name? Mu Zifeng thought in his heart, the number of the wooden card is increasing in turn, which means that he is No. 617? So in this underground world, 617 people were actually arrested? It's appalling!

When Mu Zifeng was thinking, Scar Ye waved and asked his subordinates to take Mu Zifeng and the others to the dog master.

“617！ What do you think? Hurry up! A black silk jacket and a rifle butt smashed on Mu Zifeng's shoulder, and scolded: "If you don't leave, smash your head!" ”

The pain in his shoulder made him obedient to listen to those small words, and now he had to endure it, endure the green mountains and green waters, endure the wind and rain and clouds, and wait for the situation to be cleared up, and then make further plans.

Eight gun-wielding black silk jackets, interspersed between Mu Zifeng and them in front and back, armed with rifles, eyeing the escapees, ready to shoot the escapees at any time.

In fact, Mu Zifeng's heavy shackles tied to their legs made it difficult for them to move forward, let alone escape.

The aisle is only about two meters wide, two meters high, I don't know how deep, when walking, Mu Zifeng further found that there are rooms on both sides of the aisle, and some people are faintly locked up, he wants to turn around and peep at the road behind the aisle, but the butt of the black silk jacket smashed on his shoulder again, so that he had to endure the pain and continue to walk forward.

Mu Zifeng saw that "a little white" still looked like he couldn't wake up in the back, he shook his head and sighed, in fact, what he was most worried about was Zhao Zichuan, that son-in-law, how could he have suffered so much?

Surprisingly, Zhao Zichuan didn't cry anymore, just walked forward quietly.

After walking for about ten minutes, Mu Zifeng saw a glimmer of light, and continued to walk, the light became brighter and brighter, until they reached the exit.

Slowly jumping out of the exit, a rather weird, illusory scene shocked Mu Zifeng, Jia Fatzi and others.

I saw that the surrounding mountains embraced, the cliffs and cliffs, surrounded by mist, the green peaks were stacked, and there was no human road, just like the fairy mountain Penglai, and it was better than the Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

Eyes move to the bottom of the valley, the terrain is extremely open, the falling flowers are colorful, the peach blossoms are gorgeous, an ancient city stands in it, the ancient city takes the city gate as the central axis, the city walls on both sides are built according to the terrain, the echelon is raised, like the two wings of the city gate.

Seeing the pair of "wings" in the ancient city, he wondered in his heart, did the ancient city fly? Because under the cliffs, the birds and mountain apes cannot fly over, let alone build an ancient city?

Looking at the arrow tower of the ancient city, Mu Zifeng was surprised, he recognized that the style was the architectural habit of a dynasty 1500 years ago. Looking at the ancient city again, it looks like a majestic ancient general, sitting in the middle of it, guarding the supreme secret.

In addition to the ancient city wall, there is also a sparkling moat, like a jade belt, surrounding the ancient city. There was a wooden bridge over the moat, and a group of shackled men, an empty carriage, walked across the bridge and walked towards the open gates of the ancient city.

"Good Feng Shui!" Mu Zifeng couldn't help but praise in his heart: "There should be mountains on all sides to protect it, and hide the wind and nourish the qi." There is water in front of it, and the dragon gives birth to water and gas, which is indeed a blessed land. ”

"Huh? Can't see that you still understand Feng Shui? A thin man in a black silk shortcoat teased, "What's the use of knowing Feng Shui?" It's not like we've got to listen to what we have to say! ”

"Hahaha......" The other black silk coats laughed.

Feng Shui is good, Mu Zifeng ignored their ridicule, he was wondering why the Feng Shui here, the main burial, that is to say, is an excellent place for burial.

"Madman, don't be sour! Alas, save some strength! As soon as Fat Jia wanted to turn around, he was smashed on the face by the butt of the black silk short coat behind him, and his face immediately became swollen, like a mountain bag.

"Stinky fat man, if you are disobedient, Lao Tzu will send you to the western sky." The black silk jacket threatened: "Here, Lao Tzu kills you like killing a dog!" ”

The black silk jacket is right, the mountain here is high and the road is far away, even if someone stands on the top of the mountain and peeks down, they can only see a cloud of mist.

So, this is a place outside the law, where life and death are in the hands of the powerful.

Here, the gun is the truth. Guns are power.

Therefore, Jia Fatzi, who has always been arrogant, stopped talking, and just walked forward mechanically.

The black silk jackets kept urging Mu Zifeng and the others to walk towards the ancient city, as if they were eager to hand them over to the dog master.

When they walked on the wooden bridge of the moat, Mu Zifeng found that the moat, which was about twenty meters wide, was really strange.

The river water was splashing with foam, and streams of hot air came out, rising to Mu Zifeng's face, feeling hot. Is the river hot?

Walked down the wooden bridge, the towering city gate appeared in front of Mu Zifeng, the city gate is more than ten meters high, and the plaque above the city gate is engraved with the word "Qinglong".

Thick sandbags were spread on both sides of the city gate, and a bunker was built, and a crooked machine gun was sandwiched on the bunker, and four black silk short coats stood in the bunker, holding short guns, looking at Mu Zifeng and them.

"Old Ninth Son?" The black silk shortcoat standing at the front grinned: "Bring raw melon seeds again?" ”

"Hey, there's no one's work, isn't it just my old nine?" The black silk jacket that walked in the front continued to speak and greeted him.

The other black silk coats checked Mu Zifeng's hand, then waved his hand impatiently, signaling them to enter the city.

"Hehe, you don't know, do you? I heard that Master Gou's subordinates went to Chang'an City to buy a little girl and came back, that figure is seductive! The black silk jacket with a short gun patted Lao Jiu's shoulder: "If you can sleep, it's worth dying!" ”

After the two exchanged a few words, Lao Jiu caught up with Mu Zifeng and them, urging them to continue to move forward.

As soon as he stepped into the city gate, Mu Zifeng shouted a few times in his heart, "Strange! ”

In front of them was a huge crater about 100 meters long and as wide as 100 meters.

Above the huge crater were ropes, and on the ropes were multiple searchlights, and under the searchlights, hundreds of people in shackles and tattered clothes, armed with shovels and brushes, were cleaning up something in the pit.

Moving his gaze to the top of the huge pit, a group of black silk jackets with guns patrolled back and forth, and on the left side of the huge pit, there were horse-drawn carriages parked, piled with antiques and treasures such as gold and silverware, pearls and jade. On the right side of the giant pit, there are piles of Luoyang shovels, black donkey hooves, flying tiger claws and other tools that gopher are good at.

The unusual scenes made Mu Zifeng instantly understand: this is a huge burial pit, and this is a group of organized tomb robber groups.

And when I looked up again, there was a city gate behind the burial pit.