Li Shuge and George Streamer both knew very well that the sooner the matter about the Soul Locking Slave, the better. At the latest, at noon tomorrow, when the Nine Immortal Masters arrive, Han Qian will usher in the judgment of the entire Immortal Pavilion on his 'Spirit Root Incident' in the name of being judged.

On the Blue Butterfly incident, Li Shuge seemed to be doing nothing without a trace. At present, George Streamer still has trust in Li Shuge's ability.

Li Shuge immediately decided to spend 10,000 Condor Coins to hire two soldiers who had been on the battlefield to complete this event of great significance to George Streamer.

You must not use the mouths of people who have not been on the battlefield, in Li Shuge's opinion, they are too cunning. It's better to use soldiers. She immediately passed from the Condor Mountain through the teleportation array to the Golden Buddha Valley.

In the Golden Buddha Valley, Li Shuge has a distant cousin. Li Shuge personally came to explain what he had done, and he vowed to do it well. to show their loyalty early on.

Wealth is a deep-rooted human lust, and although this cousin is loyal to dogs and horses, it does not prevent him from liking wealth. He prepares to have both fish and bear's paws.

From the 10,000 Condor coins given by Li Shuge, he took out a little bit of 8,000 Condor Coin to comfort his painstaking contact and arrangement. As for the remaining large sum of 2,000 Condor Coins, it was enough to hire two soldiers to deal with the fragile Soul Locking Slave.

Wealth should be put to good use.

When night began to fall, the black hand holding the murderous machine reached out to the whole land.

Soul Locking Slave Tower

Ten years is like a day, around the Soul Locking Slave Tower, there is not even a fool who has taken the wrong path, the guards guarding here are bored, and the occasional cricket and bird cry, they are likely to listen to the gentle call of a woman.

There are four guards here, and there is a room next to the Soul Locking Slave Tower. Two people take turns and change every 6 hours. The law is always the same.

The Soul Locking Slave Tower is about 10 meters high and is a straight tower. The walls of the tower are as smooth as loaches. Under the tower, there are four or five soul locking slaves whose spiritual roots are 8 or 9 and cannot be washed away.

They don't know how long they've been in the dark, and they don't know how long they're going to stay. Those painful experiences made them completely forget the time.

I just want to endure this life of suffering, and walk on the road to the heavenly ladder after death.

Until, at some point, when a soldier delivers food, they can barely see the light emitted by the crystal lamp that has been touched. It was a ray of hope. That's a daily lesson in their hearts.

Here, unlike a normal 'prison', the prison guards can abuse the prisoners at will. The guards here, although they also hate these guys, have to 'serve' here for eleven years. They don't go back to where they belong until they're 35 years old.

They didn't dare to do anything to these high-level soul locking slaves under the tower who couldn't wash off the spirit roots, because this was a test item to be used as a 'test'.

These are all 'precious' test samples of Condor City.

These soul locking slaves have all been pulled out to do the 'human-beast' experiment, but so far, no one in Condor City has heard about how this experiment is going.

Tonight, whether for the guards or some soul locking slave, is destined to be a crazy night of boiling blood.

The crystal lamp under the tower was lit, and one guard sat on the steps of the tower, while the other danced and exercised the iron halberd that had accompanied him on the battlefield once. He was bare-chested, with strong muscles illuminated by the crystal light, with graceful shadows and lines.

"Drink~"

"Drink~"

A sound, in this night, is extraordinarily clear.

"You've been sharpening your gun for an afternoon, and I'll see when it's right to sharpen that rusty gun in your crotch that has been rusting for years." The guard sitting at the bottom of the tower beckoned to his companion.

The guard who sharpened his spear stopped in the face of the complaints of his companions. Walking up to his companion, he smiled and said, "Woman, it is really the best gift from God in this world. It's just that women often don't have comrades-in-arms loyalty. They are selfish and vain. ”

"Then I love women too, just because they smell good, they will make you laugh slyly, and they will use their gentle lips to do something when the time is right." He affirmed both the statements of his comrades and his own opinions.

The two of them were talking about it with interest... Suddenly, the two of them felt a good smell. Then, I saw a charming woman in front of me waving to me...

After a period of dizziness, the two collapsed~

From the back of the tower stairs, two people jumped out. "Wait for this half a day~" said one of the medium-sized, bearded men with crossed hands. He wore a thick, long hemp rope on his shoulders.

"That's too much of a way." The other lifted one of the two guards effortlessly.

"Let's go, let's go up." The man with a hemp rope on his shoulder crossed the guard, who slept like a dead pig and dreamed well. Walk straight to the tower, behind you, and follow your companions.

In the middle of the night, the crystal lamp in the Soul Locking Slave Tower lit up. However, they hardly dared to fully judge that this was the night.

The five of them looked up, and a long, thick hemp rope that was specially dragged up had fallen from it.

"Five." The man above shouted at the Soul Locker below.

Soul Locker No. 5 is a sturdy sturdy soul slave with some useless sex trait cut off and a flat chest. She looked at the other four companions and pulled the rope with fear in her eyes.

I'm going to do the test again~

The man above pulled the rope upward, and she saw her companion getting farther and farther away from her.

When they were about to reach the top, they only heard a companion shouting "woohoo~" in their own language.

The Fifth Soul Locker immediately realized that it was late at night. They had been at the bottom of the tower for so many years, and they had never come to pick up people late at night. It's just that now it's 8 or 9 meters above the ground, and if you jump down, you may die...

When the rope reached the top of the tower, Soul Locker No. 5 pushed the long-faced and bearded man down the tower, before the other soldier could respond. She immediately panicked and ran to the bottom of the tower.

The soldier saw his companion fall under the 10-metre-high tower, although he did not die. But he must have fallen for a while and couldn't run, so he hurriedly ran up to catch the soul locking slave.

The No. 5 Soul Locking Slave spotted the nearby barren grass that was close to human height, and used all his strength to run towards those places. It was her subconscious behavior to run to a place where she could hide.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and in the grass, the black shadows are constantly fluctuating.

******

Early the next morning

In the deacon's hall, the head of the sect and the nine immortal masters gathered together.

Han Qian followed Zhang Junfeng to the deacon's hall, the entire hall was solemn and solemn, and everyone had an iron-faced, selfless, and fair expression on their faces.

Ji Mo was dressed in black and sat in the head of the deacon's hall. Seeing Han Qian walk in from outside the deacon's hall, a light was behind her. She is like a dream.