As soon as Wu Mou mentioned the matter of physical training, after Haotian nodded, he fell into deep thought, remembering his two physical training experiences.

For the first time, in the Valley of the Ghasts.

The second time, in the Demon Beast Mountains.

When he was practicing in the Valley of Ghasts, Haotian was still ignorant and didn't know much about cultivation.

He got his introductory physical training book from a coachman.

Thinking of the coachman, Haotian unbelievably remembered a painful memory of becoming a waster.

This wasted memory!

It was the first time that Haotian's mind came to mind. It's like a dream, and it's a little unreal.

But Haotian clearly knew that this memory was real.

At this time, Haotian remembers it clearly!

On the fourth day after Xia'er was taken away by a mysterious woman, he was taken by a fellow to a place where waste people were bought and sold.

Wasted people are those useless people who have been abandoned by others.

Because the ghast in the ghast valley enters the person's mind, and it will not leave the person's mind until the person's consciousness energy is absorbed. In this way, those cultivators who were not attacked by ghasts would have a chance to flee for their lives.

If a ghast enters that person's mind, then put some special spells in that person's mind, which can trap the ghast for a long time, until the person's body is completely decomposed, and the ghast can escape from that person's mind.

Therefore, many cultivators who went to Tongtian Prefecture thought of buying a large number of waste people and using them to contain those evil spirits.

The guy who brought Haotian threw Haotian into a cage on a carriage, found the coachman and received five gold coins, and left.

At first, there was no one in the cage, and after a day of hunger, Haotian was a little groggy and couldn't feel anything while lying in the cage.

However, as more and more wastes were sent, by noon, nearly 30 wastes had been locked up in a cage nearly three meters long and less than two meters wide.

The cage was crowded with people, and they couldn't move.

Haotian was not yet ten years old, and he was a small person among the wasters, and he was squeezed and clamped by the wasters next to him, and his feet couldn't touch the ground or move.

These wasted people are basically half-dead, old, weak, sick and disabled. Or like Haotian, the IQ is incomplete. There are also some who are relatively healthy, but after being starved for a few days, they also become half-dead.

Faced with the thick wooden pillars around the cage, these wastes were helpless.

Some of the wastes were filthy and smelly. There are also sick people whose bodies are ulcerated, and their bodies emit a strange smell.

Staying in the cage, a strange smell came, which made Haotian can't help but gag. However, Haotian, who hadn't eaten for a day, wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, so he could only retch. His eyes were full of gold stars, and his stomach felt like it was going to flip, which was really painful.

Since Xia'er left, Haotian knew that no one hurt him and cared about him. Therefore, he could only endure this pain alone with tears in his eyes.

In the same way, the waste people around him are also suffering in silence like him.

Some of the wasters couldn't stand it and cried loudly. The coachman would stand on top of the cage with long, thin steel thorns, and stab whoever cried. The waste people who want to cry don't dare to cry.

At this time, these waste people who are with Haotian are indeed inferior to pigs and dogs.

It can be said that at this time, in the eyes of these wasters, the pigsty is an excellent place to live. If they were to live in a pigsty, they would all rejoice.

Thinking of this, Haotian's eyes were full of tears!

There was really no room for people to be locked in the cage anymore, and on the top of the cage, the small wooden frame window was finally covered.

In order to keep the invalid man from dying, the coachman stood on top of the cage and used a magical charm to chant words to the invalid man in the cage.

I saw that the spell was shining, and many points of light were scattered on the waste, and the wasters were all drowsy and unconscious.

To cross the Valley of the Ghasts, the nearest distance is five or six thousand miles, and the carriage travels all the way, and it takes five or six days at the earliest. For those cultivators who broke into the Valley of Ghasts, as long as these wasted people lasted for five or six days.

The charms used by the coachman can increase the soul power on the wasted person, ensuring that the wasted person will not die within five or six days.

The coachmen who escorted the wasted people like this were all people who often traveled between the ghast valley, and they were very familiar with the terrain of ghast valley. The horses they use are also old horses.

When the ghast is there, the coachman jumps out of the carriage and lets the old horse lead the wretched man. When the ghast enters the mind of the wasted, the coachman will put a spell on the wasted person occupied by the ghast and throw it from the carriage. Then, move on.

After Haotian's gang of wastes fell unconscious, the carriage kept heading north, and after about a day's journey, they came to the edge of the Valley of Ghasts.

There were five neatly dressed and dignified young cultivators, four men and one woman, riding tall horses behind the carriage escorting the waste. But it didn't get close to the carriage, it was more than ten meters away.

Moreover, they covered their noses one by one and looked at the waste people on the carriage with disdain.

There was a fat cultivator who cursed in his mouth; "Humph! I can't imagine that Lao Tzu will be beneficial to these waste people who are not as good as pigs and dogs, and it is really embarrassing to say it. ”

The other four cultivators were silent, and they should all have assumed that what the fat cultivator said was good.

At this time, Haotian and the waste people were all groggy and didn't know what was happening around them.

Although Haotian is in a coma, his spiritual intelligence is different, and it is a special spiritual intelligence that comes from the spiritual ginseng essence.

Therefore, Haotian can now recall this incident.

Entering the Valley of the Ghas, visibility is very poor due to the miasma cover. The mountains and rivers in the Valley of Ghasts are blurred in the miasma, dreamlike and full of mystery!

The coachman installed two illuminators on the carriage, one of which illuminates the road in front of the carriage and allows the horse to walk quickly. One illuminates the cage and allows a clear view of the situation within a few meters of the cage.

A few meters away from the cage, it was hazy and difficult to see. The five cultivators in the back, at this time, did not dislike the smell of the waste man, and came to the vicinity of the cage, not daring to be too far away.

After entering the Valley of Ghasts, the carriage has been on the road for several hours. In the Valley of the Ghasts, the coachman found a fixed place to change horses, changed horses, and continued on his way.

Due to the large number of cultivators who travel to and from Tongtian Prefecture in Tongling Prefecture, the number of coachmen escorting the wasted people is not only huge, but also the service system is also very mature. In the Valley of Ghasts, there are designated people who specialize in raising horses and changing horses. There are also aid stations that sell anti-miasma pills and other related services.

After changing horses, they traveled for a few more hours. The coachman, who was well-trained, jumped out of the carriage and let the old horse carry the wasters forward.

The old man walked about a thousand meters with the waste, and there were seven or eight black clouds-like vicious soul thoughts, which appeared around the carriage cage, sending out a harsh sound, and after a while, it got into the minds of the wasters.

The wasted people who have been drilled into their minds by the evil soul thoughts will wake up, and will bleed from the seven holes, and let out a terrible scream.

When the waste man screamed, two coachmen from a distance of 100 meters would come quickly. Open the cage, place the charm on the heads of the bleeding wretched, and drop them out of the carriage.

Then, he left quickly, and the five cultivators behind him quickly followed.

The wasted people who were not attacked by ghasts still fell asleep and did not know it.

"Boss, that's not right! We used the soul talisman to detect that there were eight evil spirits this time, why did only seven seven-hole bleeding waste people appear? Where's the ghast? ”

When the two coachmen were back in the driver's seat, one of the young coachmen, thinking about the scene of the waste, found that something was wrong, and asked the other old coachman.

"Yes! Indeed it is! The old coachman replied with a smile.

"Boss, is there any one of these wastes who has a treasure for collecting ghasts, if there is, our brother will send it! In the future, there will be no need to do this drudgery! The young coachman lowered his voice, for fear of being heard by the five cultivators behind him.

"Humph! It's possible! We're mindful! The old coachman snorted softly, as if he had a firm mind.

"Hmm!" After the young coachman nodded, he cooperated with the old coachman and concentrated on driving the carriage.

At this time, seven waste people were lost in the car, which seemed to be more relaxed and less crowded.

Haotian could sit against the wooden pillar of the cage at this time, although it still seemed crowded. However, he was still in a drowsy state, unconsciously.

After a while, the carriage changed horses and galloped all the way again.

In the miasma, it is difficult to see the light, and I do not know day and night.

After running for a few more hours, they came to a place where there were ghasts.

The two coachmen abandoned their horses as usual, and the old horses went along the way, and not far away, a dozen ghasts, screaming like rubble, appeared in the light that illuminated the cage.

I saw that a cloud of black gas fell on the heads of some wasted people, and slowly seeped into the minds of the wasted people.

The waste man who was infiltrated by the black gas suddenly came to his senses and let out a piercing scream.

"Boss, there are a lot of ghasts I have encountered this time! If it goes on like this, I'm afraid there won't be enough wasters? ”

Behind the cage, a hundred meters away, the young coachman, holding a soul talisman, knew that thirteen ghasts had come this time. He also knew that he had to pass by a place where there were ghasts in front of him, and according to the appearance of ghasts, there were really not enough wasted people.

"Well, calm down! Don't talk nonsense! "The old coachman, very steady and determined.

When the ghast's roar died down completely, the screams of the wrecks became weaker and weaker.

The two coachmen were well-trained to put a charm on the bloody man on the cart, and after dropping it, they continued to drive the carriage wildly.

"Boss, thirteen ghasts came this time, and we only left ten wasted people, and three more ghasts disappeared. It seems that there must be treasures on the remaining dozen or so wasted people. The young coachman couldn't help but whisper.

"Don't talk nonsense!" The old coachman whispered.

"Hmm!" The young coachman nodded and concentrated on driving.

There are fewer and fewer people, and the cages are getting emptiest.

Haotian was already half-lying in the cage at this time, but he was still unconscious.

The carriage changed horses and continued on the way. After a few more hours, they came to a place where there were ghasts.