A downpour fell, causing a thick fog to rise throughout the forest. Little by little, the rain seeped down the rhizomes of the huge trees into the ground, and fell on the ground of the dungeon, creating small puddles.

Bands of demon soldiers walked through the area in orderly steps, heavy footsteps splashing up the rain in the puddles. Their appearance was printed in the puddle, and the monsters with blue faces and fangs did not know where Qingyun had gathered.

In the distance, rows of workshops were emitting white smoke, and although most of the white smoke would be sucked up by the exhaust vents above the dungeon, the residual smell was still a little choking. Metal is crafted into lethal weapons here, and through the small windows of the workshop, you can see that the ghost slaves inside are constantly busy, and there is no rest for a moment.

Yaksha, the overseer, held the translucent reels he had cast and whipped a clumsy-looking oni slave who was far behind his companions in crafting weapons.

Yaksha cursed, "Speed up, you slackers! Do you know what will happen if you delay your progress?! You will be crushed like ants! ”

The ghost slave who was smoked flew out with the tremendous force of the whip, and his back hit the heating stove, and in an instant the ragged clothes on his body were burned with a hole, and the black skin also smoked. He grinned and begged Yaksha for mercy, "Lord Yaksha, spare your life! The little ones know it's wrong! ”

Instead of speaking, Nakshatra re-pointed with the whip to where it worked.

Ignoring the pain, it crawled back to its position and continued its work.

Walk through the workshop and the camp of the demon soldiers, where the largest building in the dungeon stands. It was shaped like a cross-shaped fortress, and in a small room on the east side of the ground floor of the cross-shaped building, a ghost slave walked in with a tray.

It slammed the tray against the wooden table in the center of the room so hard that the soup was visible, and ordered, "Eat!" ”

Dong Muya, who was sitting on a low couch on the side of the room, pleaded with him: "Please, tell me about the boy who was arrested with me!" ”

"It's useless for you to beg me, I won't tell you anything! Alas, alas, I said you hurry up and finish the meal, and I have to put away the plate! The ghost slave said impatiently.

Dong Muya did not continue to plead, but silently walked to the table, quickly grabbed the pair of chopsticks placed on the tray, and pressed them against her neck.

"You're threatening me?!" The ghost slave grew angry and yelled at her.

"Yes, if I die, your master Qingyun will no longer have the chips to control that boy!" Dong Muya responded, with a determination to ignore everything in her eyes.

"Hehe, that boy is good! Don't worry, how can Lord Qingyun be willing to hurt him?! But soon, you won't be so good, because you're going to lose your usefulness! The ghost slave approached Dong Muya as she spoke, and snatched the chopsticks from her hand with extremely fast movements, "It seems that tomorrow we will have to ask them to change the chopsticks into spoons, or simply let you eat them with your hands." ”

Dong Muya finally did it, and she forced herself to swallow the unpalatable food on her plate into her stomach, because she had to live, and only by living could she see Min Euntong again.

These days, she already knew roughly that the place where she and Min Euntong were imprisoned should be underground, because looking out of the window, there was no difference between night and day. The concept of time is becoming more and more faint here, and she doesn't know how long she and Min Euntong have been locked up here, but she only remembers that looking at their backs was the last time she saw him.

She had been locked up in this small room, and in the morning and evening, ghost slaves would bring her a meal, and every once in a while, they would bring in a wooden barrel for her to bathe. She thought that they would take them to see Min Euntong soon, because if he couldn't see her, he would definitely wonder if Qingyun had already harmed her, and he would probably rebel against his control because of this.

The wait, long and cruel, her heart was full of fear, and in the time of being alone, all kinds of speculations entangled her. But she knew that she couldn't give up hope, and she firmly believed that Ouyang Hongye would come here to rescue her and Min Entong.

In the center of the cross-shaped fortress, on the ground floor is a circular room. This room was much more spacious than the one Dong Muya stayed in, surrounded by countless computer screens, among which were the MM supercomputer terminal system that had been moved, but now more processors had been added.

In the center of the circular room was a large, strange-looking metal box, which looked like a human in shape, and countless tubes and wires were scattered from the metal box and connected to the surrounding processors and instruments.

Madame Lan walked around the room, constantly observing the operation of each machine, or typing some programs on it. Suddenly, a red alarm prompt sounded on several screens.

She frantically walked to the humanoid metal box in the center, turning it open after turning one of the knobs next to it. In the box, the tubes and wiring were all connected to a little boy with an oxygen mask in his mouth, his face was very pale, his breathing was slight and rapid, and the monitor that checked his physical condition showed that his vital signs were depleting.

"Someone!" Madame Blue shouted.

In the blink of an eye, a ghost slave rushed in and asked, "My lord, what do you command?" ”

"Quickly invite Lord Qingyun to come, just say that the situation here is 100,000 urgent." Lady Blue ordered.

"Yes!"

Soon after the ghost slave disappeared, Qingyun appeared, he approached to see the boy's situation, and nodded to Madame Lan.

Madame Lan walked to the main console of the Super Terminal system and pressed the stop button. The tube and wire that the boy was plugged in were automatically pulled out by the instrument, and two ghost slaves walked in, grabbed him, and took him out.

After the boy was taken away, Madame Lan said to Qingyun, "My lord, we are a little too anxious! That boy is flesh and blood after all! ”

"What? Do you feel sorry for him? Qingyun raised his hand and moved the mask on his face to the side, revealing half of his face, and asked with a smile.

"Where! I'm just afraid that if our plan doesn't work out, this Min Eun Tong will die! Without him, the entire system that Lanzhu and I developed would not have worked. ”

"Alas, Ruoqing! I don't know much about the system you're talking about! But you and I both know how much time we have left. I've staked all my hopes and chips on you and Lan Zhu, don't let me down again! ”

"Yes!"

The boy was taken into another room next to him by the ghost slaves, and they threw him into a pool filled with hot water. Something was in the hot water, and it looked like a layer of lilac, and strangely enough, the boy rose up to the wound caused by the tubes and wires that should have been inserted into it, and as soon as he soaked in the water, he quickly healed, and not only that, but after a while, he began to slowly open his eyes, which had been in a coma.

He suddenly found that his mouth and nose were unconsciously in the water, so he subconsciously flipped a few times before poking his head out of the water.

The ghost slaves outside heard his noise, and they came in again and dragged him out of the pool. Quickly dried him and put on a strange robe.

He was still very weak, and staggered after the ghost slave to see Qingyun. Since he was caught here, Qingyun has eaten with him every day, and although he is reluctant, he is unable to resist. Because Dong Muya is still in his hands, he always speaks of terrible threats between talking and laughing, and the tone that sounds relaxed is full of creepiness, which makes people shudder.

And for most of his time here, he was suffering both mentally and physically. Even he didn't know that the MM supercomputer terminal system developed by his parents had been improved in some way after they obtained the Strange Array, and some mysterious functions in the system were also closely related to the Strange Array.

These functions can be called invincible, how powerful they are, he has not been told, but they must be enough to become a force capable of destroying the demon world and the human world. The only person who can successfully turn on this function is born by relying on the Array of Odd Columns, and when his body is adjusted to be fully synchronized with the entire system, then the hidden functions in the system will also be activated.

Madame Blue's mother and son are responsible for making him the key to unlocking the door to infinite power. And if their plan succeeds, his body will merge with the entire terminal system, in other words, he will be a part of it.

He couldn't escape, but he didn't want to let them slaughter, let alone be their weapon, help them destroy any world, or kill any life. His little heart has collapsed countless times, and whenever the physical pain breaks him back to death, he can only imagine in his heart that Dong Muya has given him warmth, and only in this way will he not be swallowed by the darkness.

Until now, the reason why he has not been able to fully integrate with the super terminal system is precisely because of the support of this spiritual force. Even as he fell into a coma, his subconscious mind struggled to resist. He had to leave this hellish place with her, and his steps became smoother at the thought of it.

He followed the ghost slave to the room where Qingyun was, the food had been arranged, and it was hard to imagine that Qingyun would be leisurely eating a hearty meal in this hellish dungeon.

The boy sat down at one end of the table, and before he started eating, he said, "When can I see Dong Muya?" ”

"Haven't you given up on seeing her again?" Qingyun was still only covered by a mask for most of his face at the moment, his tiger claws twitching rhythmically on the table, and his sharp nails often grinded into a harsh sound, small but shuddering.

"Yes, you once promised that as long as I helped you, you wouldn't hurt her! But if I can't see her, how will I know if you're lying? ”

"Do you know what will happen to anyone who talks to me about terms?!"

"I know they're all going to die, but I can't die, you won't let me die, you still need me."

"I hate kids, especially smart kids!"

"No matter what you say, I have to see her!"

"Alright! I'll let you see her! ”