Although the prohibition here has restricted the use of Chen Wangrong's cultivation, his blood can still play a certain role at critical moments.

It's just that as a cultivator, the loss of blood will cause more damage to his body and cultivation than ordinary people, so instead of shedding more blood, it is better to find a way to break the prohibition here.

Chen Wangrong leaned into the crack of the iron door and looked outside, and saw that there were a total of four dungeons, but he couldn't tell if there was anyone in the dungeon other than the one he was staying in.

Just as he was listening carefully to the sounds outside, two men in camouflage suits with pistols and sabers at their waists suddenly approached from around the corner.

Chen Wangrong immediately retracted his neck, pretending to be inspecting the old man's injuries.

The two men were silent and didn't speak, but they looked very carefully to check the situation in the dungeon one by one, and when they passed by Chen Wangrong's room, they covered their mouths and noses with their hands in advance, frowned and quickened their pace.

Based on the expressions of the two of them looking at the four dungeons, Chen Wangrong judged that in addition to the one he was in, there was at least one dungeon where people were locked up.

That man must not have been so badly wounded as the old man in this dungeon, at least the wound did not have the stench of decay.

What do these people do? What kind of forces are they being manipulated by? What is the purpose of these dungeons? Who is this old man in front of him?

Chen Wangrong has too many mysteries in his heart.

Finally, at night, the lights dimmed, and the snoring of patrol officers could be heard not far away, and Chen Wangrong finally began his action.

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His phone was confiscated, but fortunately he did a good enough encryption job, these people can't crack it in a few days without the most cutting-edge cracking technology, but he still needs to hurry up and get out of this hellish place.

In the dead of night, Chen Wangrong took out a piece of yellow paper from his coat pocket, tore off a piece of it with his hands, and carefully tore it into the shape of a villain.

Then, he used his own blood to tap two more dots on the eyes of the paper man's face.

When he had recited some incantations, the producer suddenly stood up on his own and walked with a step.

Luckily, this little trick still works!

Chen Wangrong was overjoyed in his heart, watching the producer walk through the iron door and sneakily along the aisle outside the dungeon, until the little paper figure disappeared around the corner, Chen Wangrong closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged, perceiving everything the little paper man saw.

The place is not very big, the little paper figure walked around the corner, and saw a room full of various torture instruments, and through this room, there were numbered doors, which looked like dormitories.

Passing through these dormitories, and around the corner, there is a simple kitchen and lounge area, with some improvised gym equipment and weapons neatly displayed.

After another corner, the little paper figure saw a strange altar, and in addition to a few candles, the small altar above the altar was also piled with the corpses of many rats, as well as some bloody raw meat.

The rat carcasses and raw meat looked fresh, as if they had just been put on.

Chen Wangrong concentrated, wanting to see the situation on the altar clearly, but the more he tried to look, the more blurry the picture in front of him became.

The little paper figure had reached its limit, and gradually its steps became difficult, and after two more steps, it fell.

As he fell, the two bloody eyes on his face gradually disappeared from his face.

Chen Wangrong had to open his eyes.

Now it seems that this dungeon is a square layout, and the little paper figure just walked to the right, and walked to the altar on the left.

In other words, as long as he walked a few more steps and turned a corner, he would appear in Chen Wangrong's sight.

As long as you see the contents of that altar, you may be able to find a way to break the ban here.

Chen Wangrong began to tear the yellow paper in his hand again, wanting to tear out a small paper figure again, this time he was going to let the paper figure move in a different direction, and went straight to the altar to check the situation there.

"What are you doing?"

A voice full of exhaustion rang out in the darkness.

Chen Wangrong immediately stopped what he was doing and quickly put away the yellow paper.

It turned out to be the old man on the ground, who had always had his back to him, how could he suddenly ask such a question.

Could it be that he could see himself with the back of his head?

Chen Wangrong moved closer to him curiously.

"Can you see me?"

Chen Wangrong lowered his voice and asked curiously.

"I can't see it, but I can feel it, you're calm and relaxed, and there's no fear in your heart? Who the hell are you? ”

The old man's voice was low and hoarse, like a ghost.

Chen Wangrong didn't expect this old man to be so powerful, it seems that he was a master before, but how did a master fall into such a situation.

"I'm the one they brought to treat you."

Chen Wangrong naturally would not report his home in front of a stranger.

The old man didn't speak, just let out a cold snort from his nose.

"Hmph, I don't care who you are, it doesn't matter to me anymore, I don't want you to treat me, I want you to kill me and give me a good time"

The old man spoke quietly, his voice full of despair.

Chen Wangrong thought for a while and asked the old man: "I'll ask you a few questions, if you answer me truthfully, I can agree to your request." ”

The old man didn't expect that Chen Wangrong not only did not object, but also bargained with him.

It was very different from the people who had been caught in to treat him, who were either disgusted by the way he looked or trembled with fear from this place.

He couldn't help but turn his face to take a good look at the young man.

But the thought that he could only see one mask when he saw it dispelled this idea again.

"Ask, I'll know everything."

Chen Wangrong saw that the old man did not hesitate, knowing that he was eager to die.

"Who are these people? Why would they do this to you? ”

Chen Wangrong asked straight to the point, the old man was silent for a moment, as if he was hesitating, and then said slowly: "These people are all from the Purple Frost Sect, they are doing this to me because they want to ask something from my mouth, but I will never say it, and of course I will not tell you." ”

Cult of the Evil Moon!

When Chen Wangrong heard these three words, his pupils shrank suddenly.

If he had encountered some powerful enemies in his previous life, then the Purple Frost Sect would definitely be able to have a name.

The Purple Frost Sect is one of the most hidden cults in the Dragon Kingdom, and the sect leader Qiu Zishuang is a ruthless and evil woman, who can do anything to satisfy her desires.

It is precisely for this reason that the Purple Frost Sect has attracted more and more attention from all walks of life, and finally it was finally exterminated in one fell swoop under the joint efforts of the martial arts world and the Law Enforcement Division.

Of course, in the process of extermination, Chen Beishan also played a vital role.

In that catastrophe of the Purple Frost Sect, Qiu Zishuang fled, and Chen Beishan pursued her overnight, and finally destroyed her after a great battle.

The viciousness of Qiu Zishuang, Chen Wangrong still feels a little scared when he thinks about it.

Wait a minute......

In her previous life, Qiu Zishuang was only in her thirties when she died, and according to the calculation of time, she was still only a teenage girl now, and she had not yet become the leader of the Purple Frost Sect.

So, the current sect leader, is it her father Qiu Fengyang, who is obsessed with the way of becoming a god?

There are many rumors about Qiu Fengyang's fate in his previous life, some say that he died in his mistress's bed, some say that he washed his hands and went to the sea to live in seclusion, and some say that he was imprisoned in an unknown place by the dragon bone because he was too powerful.

Thinking of this, Chen Wangrong only felt a chill in his heart.

With his current strength, if he faced an opponent like Qiu Fengyang, he would have no chance of winning at all.

No, we have to find a way to escape from here quietly.

Thinking of this, Chen Wangrong asked again, "Do you know what is inside that altar?" ”

When Chen Wangrong asked, the old man's body moved, and he said lightly: "I don't know, why are you asking this?" ”

Chen Wangrong was a little frustrated, and he asked the old man one last question: "Do you know if there is a person named Lang Yuanqi here?" ”

During the time that Chen Wangrong came in, there were not many people he saw, but they were all young people.

He wasn't sure what kind of status such an old man would have in such an organization.

Or rather, he wasn't a member of the Purple Frost Sect, but one of these dungeons.

The old man's body shook a few more times, and after a long time, he calmed down a little, and asked in a trembling voice, "What are you looking for this person for, who are you?" ”

Chen Wangrong did not want to reveal his identity to a stranger, even if the other party was a dying person.

So he came up with an excuse and said perfunctorily: "This man owes me a lot of money, and I'm looking for him everywhere." ”

When the old man heard this, he suddenly moved his body and crawled towards Chen Wangrong.

Chen Wangrong was a little surprised, this person has become like this, and he can still climb.

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu has never owed anyone a penny in his life!"

The old man scolded as he crawled in front of Chen Wangrong with difficulty to see his appearance.

"You are really Lang Yuanqi!"

Chen Wangrong roared in surprise, took out a poison-avoiding pill from his arms and stuffed it into the old man's mouth.

The old man was a little blinded by this sudden attack, but he was powerless to resist at all, because compared to him, Chen Wangrong's strength was too great, and he directly let him swallow the pill reflexively.

The old man's face was swollen, and his eyes were even more slit, but after he saw Chen Wangrong's appearance, he still opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Are you...... You are ......"