Guo Huaijie was held in a cellar under a wooden building.

The Pegasus tribe has many of these cellars, where meat is stored.

As descendants of the nomadic people of the main world, the Wusun people maintain the tradition of slaughtering cattle and sheep in two seasons a year.

Although they herded countless cattle and sheep, they did not slaughter them at any time, nor did they always eat fresh meat.

Only when important festivals and important guests come, they will improvise the slaughter of cattle and sheep, put on a feast, and the drunken people will even party all night long.

The "Ten Thousand Saints Mountain" inhabited by the Wusun people is in the subtropical region of the primary training ground of the wolf domain, and the four seasons are not distinct.

The hottest part of summer is around 40 degrees Celsius, and the coldest part of winter is around 20 degrees Celsius.

In general, they slaughter cattle and sheep in the days before the hottest and coldest days, just like the Han Chinese in the main world during the harvest season.

Before the slaughter, it is necessary to go to the temple to worship and pray, and hold temple fairs to thank the gods for their blessings.

The meat slaughtered in a centralized manner will be distributed centrally, transported back and preserved by various institutions, which is what the Wusun people will eat for the next six months.

In order to preserve the large quantities of meat, cellars were dug under almost every tent and every building.

The cellar temperature can be kept below 10 degrees Celsius throughout the year to prevent meat from rotting and spoiling.

The place where Guo Huaijie is held is this kind of cellar......

Yesterday morning, Guo Huaijie was tied up with five flowers, and let the tall and mighty guards huddle and push, and came to the wooden building where his grandmother lived.

The old leader stood at the door of the small building and waited with the support of others.

"You...... You...... Why are you doing that?"

The old man struggled to open his eyes and looked at Guo Huaijie, and asked in a trembling voice.

Her cloudy eyes were no longer accustomed to the strong light, not only could she not open them wide, but she kept shedding tears.

"Old chief, I don't know what you're asking.

I have always served the tribesmen loyally, and I have also served you, the supreme leader of the Wusong people, why did you send someone to arrest me?"

Guo Huaijie asked in a stiff tone.

He was full of resentment, his face was pale, his voice was loud, and he had a completely fearless look.

Guo ...... Priest Guo, you ...... You died in the vast grassland, gnawed by the yellow rat and there was no good place on your body, if it wasn't for my Wusun people who saved you and gave you the best treatment, ten lives would have been gone.

I ask myself that I have the most trust in you, and that I have the power to hold the most revered position of temple priesthood and to put you in charge of all the foreign affairs and trade affairs of the Pegasus tribe.

Now come and tell me, why did you betray my Wusun people and die to be an undercover lackey of the 'Wyvern Gang'?"

The old man tried his eyes with the back of his bark-like hand as he raised his voice to ask.

"Old chief, you ...... You must be being taken advantage of, that's why you ask.

I don't have any direct contact with the 'Wyvern Gang', so why do I say 'undercover'.

Besides, you also say that I have a respected status in the Wusun tribe, why should I deign to be some 'lackey'?"

Guo Huaijie's expression was calm and his words were conclusive, and even the guards around him secretly agreed with his defense.

"Alas, you...... You've got a sharp mouth!"

The old man sighed helplessly.

"Old leader, who said I was an undercover agent, you let him confront me now!"

Guo Huaijie said with wide eyes.

When he was arrested in front, he estimated in his heart that Cheng Zhong, a newcomer, had some clues about himself, so he asked the old leader to arrest him and interrogate him.

In his judgment, it was impossible for them to come up with real evidence.

What kind of person is he Guo Huaijie, how can he be deceived by others in a few words.

Sure enough, as he expected, the old man wanted to be speechless, and he was stunned for a long time.

"Good...... I already believe in my heart, but there is no evidence, so let's leave this matter aside for the time being.

Let me ask you again, you instigated 500,000 men from the Wusun Alliance to enter the forbidden land and never return, but is it a fact?"

"Hahaha......"

When Guo Huaijie heard this, he raised his head and laughed wildly.

"You...... You've been doing this for more than ten years, but why are you laughing now?

"As a priest, I am only responsible to the gods, and the gods have passed down the parables, and I can only convey them to the people as they are.

How many men in Wusun have entered the forbidden land, all of them are of their own volition, have I Guo ever forced one and a half?

Besides, you know the situation very well for more than ten years, and you have never seen the leader disagree or block it once, which means that you agree with this matter?

Today, you suddenly turned your face and said that I instigated the Wusun people and brought all the contradictions to my head.

I have to ask, is it appropriate for you to be more than 500 years old?

You are clearly saying someone else's words, aren't you being used by some people with ulterior motives?"

The more Guo Huaijie spoke, the more reasonable he became, and his tone became more and more mean and sharp.

The old man lowered his head and pondered for a long time, knowing that this person's mouth was as hard as iron, and he was far from being an opponent, and if he continued like this, it would not be his own interrogation, but that he would question her in turn.

She originally wanted to ask about the mysterious death of the old shaman, but knowing that more than ten years had passed, and there was no evidence, Guo Huaijie categorically would not relent, so she had to end up.

She didn't want to say another word, her brows tightened together, and she waved her old hand in annoyance, asking the guards to take Guo Huaijie away.

After that, Guo Huaijie was taken to this cellar.

The cellar is large, about five meters square at the bottom, and filled with a disgusting smell of carrion.

The two guards who went down to the cellar with him, one untied the wool rope for him, and the other carried a large heavy wooden flail around his neck and locked it behind his head.

The big wooden flail weighed more than 100 catties, which made Guo Huaijie's neck and shoulders hurt.

He had to slowly move his feet closer to the corner of the wall and put the wooden shackles against the wall, allowing the wall to absorb some of the pressure on him.

This posture really made him feel a lot better.

Listen to the heavy footsteps of the two guards as they climb the improvised wooden ladder, followed by the sound of the exit locked.

Guo Huaijie sneezed violently in a row.

A chill rises from under the butt and quickly spreads throughout the body, down to every cell and even a strand of hair.

I had just sweated a little because of nervousness and excitement, and now the wet wool was as hard and cold as an iron plate.

When the sneezing stopped, Guo Huaijie couldn't help but sigh, and a trace of despair rose from his heart.

Although he behaved as strong as an ox in front of the old leader and seemed to have a clear conscience, when he was alone now, he was actually very weak in his heart, and it could be said that he had no confidence at all.

Because only you know what you do.

When a person does things, he can hide from the world, but he can't hide from himself.

He clearly knew the bad things he had done in the Wusun tribe, and he also clearly remembered every bad thing he had done in the past half of his life.

However, most of the things he has done have left no traces, and no one can catch them.

So, he always gets away with it.

He had never believed in "Heavenly Dao and Heavenly Principles" before, and if he did, it would be impossible to do so many bad things.

But at this moment, after being forcibly detained in a cold, damp and dark cellar, he lost his freedom for the first time, and his long-standing concept was shaken.

"Why did that Han boy of unknown origin suddenly appear in the Wusun tribe of the wolf domain?

Why did he suspect me so quickly?

Is he really an angel, as the stupid Uzun people say?

In the vast universe, is there really a 'Heavenly Dao and Heavenly Principle', and is there really a so-called 'karma'?"

Thinking of this, his mood was extremely depressed, and his thoughts became fluctuating and chaotic.

There was not a glimmer of light in the cellar, and the feeling of opening and closing his eyes was exactly the same, and he simply closed his eyes.

"I don't believe it, it's impossible for him to catch the real evidence, I haven't lost yet?!"

A voice sounded in the deepest part of his heart, first faintly like a mosquito chirping, then slowly amplified and amplified again until it violently rushed into his brain and opened his mouth.

"I haven't lost yet......"

The screams of hissing poured out of his open mouth and echoed through the cellar over and over again.

He didn't know how long he screamed, until his throat was hoarse, his tongue was full of blood, and he was sweating profusely again.

After venting enough, he finally fell completely silent.

He seemed to have forgotten where he was, and went into a half-asleep state, allowing his thoughts to fly back to the old days.