On one side of the promenade is a row of huge houses, I am afraid that there are not dozens of them, and the stones are mottled and desolate. One after another, someone opened the huge wooden door and hid behind the door, staring at Shuangtou and Yan San and Heishi with different expressions.

"What do you see, a bunch of miscellaneous pieces, today the two-headed uncle has collected two more pigs, if you don't work hard, sooner or later you pigs will not be able to do it properly." The two heads shouted loudly, "Go back to sleep!" Liu Sanye's house on the mountainside will be delivered in five days, and if it is not completed by then, you gang of killing materials will use corpses to fill it!" The bright and dark eyes outside the stone gate flashed, and he retreated with some cringe.

With the roar, two strong men with huge waists and round waists walked out of one of the rooms on the far side, both carrying bright long knives in their hands, bent down flatteringly at the two heads, smiled, and then turned their faces and changed their faces, and scolded them viciously from room to room: "I'll look at the excitement and see the excitement, and the eyeballs will be gouged out for you! With this leisure, it seems that today's work is not heavy enough! Tomorrow will be doubled, and there will be no food to eat if you can't finish it!"

The doors closed sharply one by one, some of them closed slowly, and the two strong men swung their knives and slashed indiscriminately into the door, and some of them were unable to dodge so that the knives quickly brought blood to them.

There was a loud roar, accompanied by the slamming of the door, and the inconspicuous corner soon fell silent again, with the occasional soft groan, a few unlucky men who had been stabbed.

The two heads swaggered into a separate house on the outside, two strong men followed behind with their chests and belly protruding, squinting at Yan San and Heishi, one raised the blood-stained blade, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked it, looking at the two of them as if they were looking at a dish, and laughed cruelly, the other was more direct, spitting on the ground fiercely, scolding: "Bah, pig!"

Hei Shi held the golden spoon in his hand, almost pinching out the water, but Yan San was unmoved, and he also forcibly lowered his head so that no one could see his fierce eyes.

The two heads walked into the huge room in high spirits, and the two strong men behind them stood sensibly by the door, with a vicious smile on their faces, and they felt very tired from teaching the pigs to work all day with whips and knives. Not long after they fell asleep, they were woken up again, and their hearts were even more depressed, and what was going on next obviously made them feel better: screams, wails, blood and tears.

There is a saying of killing the mighty stick in the Wild Burial Continent, and in the sixth-story crying prison, this behavior is even magnified to the extreme. The land of sin often breeds evil and distorted human nature. The two heads call it "passing the hall", and in private, the two big men who help the abuse are more willing to call it "playing eggs".

All male pigs, all of them have to leave an egg!

There is a huge glazed water tank in the double-headed house, and the bottom of the tank is covered with a layer of "eggs", and the large water tank facing the pigsty can allow those pigs to see these "eggs" every day and dispel their various thoughts. It is said that men with fewer eggs are also more docile, which is inspired by the castration of pigs and cows.

"Take off your pants!" pulled out Yan San's barrier knife from his waist with both heads, his eyes were a little bright, and he couldn't wait to say authentically. The tone was low, even with a hint of trembling of excitement.

Yan San was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that he had misheard, even if he suddenly stabbed him in the chest with a knife from both heads, it was not so abrupt, a group of big men, take off their pants, what is this for?

Thinking that some people have special hobbies...... Yan San's face turned dark, and the blue tendons on his forehead jumped twice.

"Why, you can't understand people's words, take off your pants, let me cut off an egg, and from now on, as long as you are obedient, the two-headed uncle will cover you." I'm in a good mood today, and I'll start a little faster......'

Yan San looked at the knife in his hands, and then at the two strong men smiling at the door, his expression froze for a moment, and then the blood in his eyes began to spread rapidly.

It turned out to be not a good man...... But castration? who can bear it if it's a man?

Hei Shi was stunned like Yan San, and asked stupidly at this time, "Eggs, how can there be eggs on people, and they are not chickens!"

Yan San said coldly, "It's that men have two eggs!"

Heishi suddenly realized, and suddenly his hair was stretched, and a momentum called death spread rapidly with the rage: "TM's tumor, you actually want to castrate Lao Tzu? I've been putting up with you for a long time...... I'm going to kill you!" he pulled out his golden long-handled rice spoon and exhaled with a spoonful.

The double-headed and the two lackeys are both third-order, and the overall strength of the sixth-level monks is indeed higher than that of the fifth-layer, and these small leaders all have third-order cultivation, although it is only the early stage.

The two heads changed color, not because of the black stone's fried hair, but because the sentence "tumor" hurt my heart. The sarcoma on the neck of the two heads has been there since childhood, and it is getting bigger and bigger with age, and it is getting more and more ugly. Because only in the Crying Abyss, others will not treat him as a monster, and others will not call him "tumor", but "Uncle Two-Headed Uncle".

As soon as the hands tightened, the golden spoon that was about to hit his head slammed, and Heishi suddenly screamed, and his flying body fell to the ground violently, twitching like a dead dog, and the blood in the seven orifices splashed with the violent convulsions.

"I don't know whether to live or die, black pig!" Now that Lao Tzu has mastered your prohibition, he will pinch your little life, let you live and die, let you die, and dare to use force against the uncle, Lao Tzu will explode you today!"

"Black Tiger...... My lord, help me!' Kuroishi's body quickly shrunk into a ball with the forbidden pull, as if a huge force was squeezing his body towards the center, and subtle bone sounds were heard.

Yan San slowly straightened up, twisted his muscles and bones that were a little sour because he had been bending over and hunched over, and overtook the Black Stone's Forbidden Yuan Array with both hands and one hand, and said with a wicked smile: "You think clearly, my life is still in my hands, even if Lord King Kong Tiger takes a fancy to you, it's useless!"

"I think very clearly!" Yan San said, "You kicked me twenty-six times along the way, and now you have to castrate me, according to my rules, you should die more than twice!"

The voice was still echoing in the empty room, and Yan San had already bullied him like a violent wind.

The two strong men are still watching the play, and there are too many pigs who fight back before "playing eggs", and none of them can escape the final ending. If the prohibition is in the hand, if the life is held in the hands of the two heads, the grasshopper that has been tied to the rope will have to be obedient no matter how much it jumps. The two strong men smiled playfully as they watched Yan San rush towards his heads like moths fighting fire.

I have to say, this moth pounces so fast!

"Smack...... Peng!' A loud sound echoed, and in the surprised eyes of the two strong men, the double-headed volley flew out like a sack, his face twisted into a strange appearance, blood and water splashed like raindrops, and his whole body seemed to be hit head-on by a cow, spanning a distance of several meters, and slammed into the wall.

Despite the heavy stone walls, there was a dull sound, and the old dust in the house fell as if it was about to take off its old coat and regain its former glory.

In midair, several bloody teeth flew miserably, landing on the ground with a subtle porcelain sound.

The two heads did not say a word, and fell from the wall very cleanly, and fell to the ground motionless.

Only then did the two strong men come back to their senses and pounce on them with a roar of rage.

Yan Sanyi slapped his heads away, most of the evil anger in his heart came out, turned around and threw out a thing, and went straight to the door of a strong man. The strong man was caught off guard, and was hit with a bang, and his fluttering figure flew out upside down at a faster speed, flying straight through the huge door, and fell on his back on the huge open space outside the door.

Outside the corridor, there was indescribable astonishment and ...... in the eyes of the many "pigs" hidden behind the door. Joyfully.

The rest of the strong men still pounced on him without knowing whether they were alive or dead, but Yan San ignored him anymore, and instead lifted the black stone on the ground by himself, and sold his entire back to the strong man with a blood-stained blade defenselessly.

The strong man was overjoyed, gritted his teeth and swung his knife at Yan San's skull. However, the knife was still halfway, only a few inches away from Yan San, but it had become a moat that a strong man could never reach again in this life.

Two wisps of purple-red light flashed faintly, and Yan San's shadow blood guard did not hesitate to burrow into the strong man's skull. The strong man's face was dull, his body was carried by inertia, and the knife slashed heavily on the ground, and in the sound of "dang long", a few small sparks illuminated the red night.

There were more than a dozen sounds of snorting from the tightly closed row of doors opposite, but no one dared to come out. The brief commotion in this corner was followed by an even more dreary dead silence.

Like a rancid and sticky mire with a foul bubble, no one cares whether a group of pigs lives or dies.

While urging Ling Yuan to straighten out the tangled aura for Heishi, Yan San sensed this dark and red crying prison, until more than half an hour later, Yan San breathed a sigh of relief. The shadows that gradually spread throughout provided him with an omnipresent vision, and at least for now, no one was paying attention to the turmoil here.

"I ask, you answer!" Yan San grinned and sat on a huge chair that could be used as a bed, his deep eyes didn't know what to think, and he said to half of his face that was swollen like a pig's head. That slap Yan San had his own measure, and he didn't slap his head to death.

Heishi had recovered, but his vitality was greatly damaged, and at this time he closed the door with a sense of humor, holding a large golden rice spoon, and looked at both heads viciously. The blood in the Black Stone's Seven Apertures had been half-dried and had not been wiped off, and it looked terrifying.

"How do I get to the top of the mountain?"

"Hmm...... Not...... You are looking for death!, dare to do something to me......" The two heads are still trying to struggle in vain, and their hands move slightly, as if they want to urge the ban. Without hesitation, Heishi smashed down the rice spoon, and there was a cracking sound of bones, and his two heads screamed fiercely, but it quickly stopped.