There is a dungeon in the Hou Mansion of Wu'an, where thieves and killers or errant slaves are kept, since the disappearance of Zhang Chaoyang, the Hou Mansion is declining, and there are few people in the whole mansion, and the dungeon is abandoned.

It's been five years.

Three new guests have arrived in the dungeon.

Raiden High Priestess Lu and two other sacrificial kites, Li, were locked up in three dark cells.

For five days in a row, there was not a single figure in the dungeon, not even a food delivery.

The three prisoners were starved and lost a full circle.

A high priest of Lu's level has a lot of attention to being imprisoned, and it is not enough to lock her body, but also to prevent her from chanting spells and using spells, so in addition to gagging their mouths, nine slender silver needles have been inserted into each person's body.

Among them, six silver needles sealed their meridians, so that the mana in the body could not resonate with the outside world, and three silver needles were inserted in the middle of the three blood holes, so that they could not exert their strength, in short, these three priests of the Demon Leopard Tribe, who were one enemy and one hundred, have now completely turned into three weak women who fall when they see the wind, not to mention cultivators, even ordinary people who can't cultivate can easily kill them.

Aside from hunger and the inability to use mana and walk casually, the trio did not suffer much.

But that's enough.

For the demon leopard clan who advocate freedom, losing their freedom is even more uncomfortable than killing them, if it weren't for the hands and feet tied and the mouth gagged, Lu Zhen would have thought about it a hundred times, so as not to be tortured by humans, she has heard that humans have a unique preference for treating women of different races, and a natural stunner like her, her fate will only be more miserable.

However, Lu knew that even if she didn't kill herself, she wouldn't live long.

She had been dizzy from hunger for six days without a drop of water, and if she continued, she would be starved to death for two days at most, and Lu thought that she might well be the first high priest in the tribe to be starved to death, and Lu thought it was funny, but she couldn't laugh, because the taste of starvation was so uncomfortable.

Creak...... Boom!

The sound of the door opening suddenly sounded in the distance, and the groggy Lu instinctively opened her eyes, and three long shadows cast on the eerie passage floor in the light of the setting sun, and as the footsteps got closer and closer, two familiar faces appeared in her sight.

The slave Zhang Chaoyang, and the boy who drank the magic pulp, he didn't die!

Lu couldn't believe her eyes.

Although Zhang Qingfeng was saved by the little girl named Bai Xue at that time, in Lu's opinion, he drank so much magic pulp, even if he didn't die at the time, he definitely couldn't last long, and he didn't expect that after five days, he actually appeared in front of him alive again, doesn't that mean that all the magic pulp that drank it was turned into his own use?

Zhang Qingfeng suddenly stopped.

"Grandpa, father, the damp and dark dungeon is not good for your health if you stay for a long time, otherwise, you wait for me outside, and I will tell you the results after the interrogation, how about it?"

Zhang Chaoyang paused for a moment, and shouted that it was Zhang Qingfeng's intention to interrogate the prisoners together, why did he enter the dungeon, but he suddenly changed his mind and worried about his body?

Zhang Beitian smiled and said: "Qingfeng, it's rare for you to have filial piety, my father is also a master of the Qi Transformation Realm now, this bit of moisture is nothing, let me accompany you, but your grandfather has a dark disease, and it is not easy to ...... in this kind of place."

"North Heaven. Zhang Chaoyang, who realized it later, suddenly woke up and hurriedly interrupted his son, "Since we have decided to let Qingfeng be this home, we should listen to him, go, let's wait outside, ouch, don't say, the cold here is really heavy, my legs, hurry, help me quickly." ”

Zhang Beitian was full of confusion, hurriedly supported Zhang Chaoyang, and hurriedly said: "Dad, what's wrong with you? You were fine just now, how can you say that you can't walk if you can't walk." ”

"Maybe I'm really old and can't walk anymore, so come on, help me out first. ”

As soon as he turned his head, Zhang Chaoyang secretly extended a thumbs up to Zhang Qingfeng, who waved his hand, and saw the second elder leaving, before turning around and walking towards the depths of the cell.

Why did the interrogator ask the second elder to recuse himself?

To put it bluntly, it's very simple, Zhang Qingfeng is completely thinking about his grandfather Zhang Chaoyang's face.

A few days ago, Zhang Chaoyang was the only one who knew the truth about Zhang Chaoyang's prestige in the 'Maoman' tribe.

If Zhang Beitian interrogated the Demon Leopard High Priest with him, the previous lies would be exposed eight out of ten, because the three Demon Leopard captives in the dungeon had all seen Zhang Chaoyang!

Zhang Qingfeng also remembered after entering the dungeon, if he only took his father, it would inevitably arouse his suspicions, so he simply drove out with his grandfather, but fortunately, the old man's brain turned quickly, saving a lot of trouble.

Coming to the door of the cell where the high priest Lu was being held, Zhang Qingfeng opened the door and walked in.

"Let you taste the taste of starvation, my grandfather meant, he said that when you caught him, he didn't give him food for ten days, and in the end he couldn't stand it and had to compromise, and started a five-year stallion career according to your wishes, so you don't need to stare at me so viciously, and I'm not afraid. ”

Zhang Qingfeng put on a smile that was harmless to humans and animals, and took out the rag stuffed into Lu's mouth.

"What are you going to do with us?"

Lu stared at Zhang Qingfeng coldly and asked in a hoarse voice.

Zhang Qingfeng said: "How to deal with it depends on whether you are worthy of cooperation, you killed a hundred of my brothers, this account can't be just settled, my grandfather was locked up by you and made a stallion for five years, this account must be calculated well, say, do you want to die, or do you want to live." ”

"I want to live!"

Lu's answer was crisp, and he gave the answer without even thinking about it.

"Pretty, I like the straightforward nature of the leopard people. Zhang Qingfeng was very satisfied with Lu's answer.

"Ask, what do you want to know? I'll tell you what I know, but I want to remind you that I'm just an ordinary tribal priest, and my duty is to study the magic left by my ancestors and how to ensure the purity of my clan's bloodline, and as for the rest, I'm afraid it will be difficult to provide you with useful information. ”

Zhang Qingfeng nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you, as long as you can answer my three questions truthfully, it's enough." ”

"Just three?"

Lu didn't seem to expect Zhang Qingfeng to be so easy to speak, and she was a little surprised.

"Number one, how old are you this year?"

"What?"

Lu didn't react for a moment.

"I'm asking your age. ”

"Is that one of the three questions?"

"Count. ”

"Nineteen years old. ”

"Nineteen-Year-Old ......"

Zhang Qingfeng muttered again, and said with emotion: "It's not easy to be able to use the forbidden spell of 'Doomsday Judgment' at the age of nineteen. ”

"Second question, which of the 'Seven Gods' is the ancestor of your tribe?"

As soon as these words came out, unbelievable surprise suddenly appeared on Lu's indifferent face, and he lost his voice: "You, how do you know about the 'Seven Gods'?"