The other party has already thought of the best excuse for Lao Li, and Lao Li tried his best to show his smile sincere enough.

The white robe is big and delicate, the blonde hair covers most of his face, the stubble seems to have just sprouted, he is very delicate, like a college student who has just graduated.

He was imagining whether the other party was deliberately disguised or if he really thought he was a newcomer.

Holding the key tightly with both hands, Ah Lang was able to kill the opponent with one blow.

"Yes!", Li Zhenshuo tried to return with a gentle smile.

"What's going on here?", the white-robed man looked around, he had the impression that this iron room was used to store research results, but now the bookshelves were gone, he rubbed his eyes and looked around, "Someone cleaned it up?"

Lao Li was a little stunned, could it be that these data cleanups are common?

"Hmm!", nodded stiffly, watching the other party come over vigilantly.

"Put on your clothes!", the other party was a head taller than Lao Li, and lowered his body to button the second button in the middle of Lao Li's white coat, "The captain doesn't like sloppy people, what's your name and where did you come from?"

Name, address?

Li Zhen trembled and didn't know how to answer, there was no information in his mind, his fingers touched the brass key on his chest, as long as an ordinary stone man could knock down the other party.

"I'm here with the Golden Guards. ", Li Zhen said in a whisper.

"Guards, shouldn't someone be sent there?", the tall man in the white robe frowned, "What's your name?"

"Cha!", Li Zhen muttered in his heart.

"My name is De Laere!", the other party handed over a piece of paper, it was not paper but a metal strip like a piece of paper, the text on the metal bar slowly shaken, like a tadpole swimming, colliding together to form an image of Lee, under the image engraved a word "Cha", "You are confused, you don't have a business card." ”

Li Zhen smiled embarrassedly, "I was called over suddenly, and after I came in, I saw a silver dwarf, he said to take me on a tour, and he led me here and suddenly disappeared." ”

Lao Li felt how lame his lie was, and it felt like he was making up a story for a three-year-old child.

"That cunning Arablin!", a hint of anger appeared on De Lare's face, "You almost escaped last time you tricked me into a pile of corpses." ”

Lao Li couldn't understand what the other party meant, "How do you know that I'm new, so you're not afraid that I'm an assassin or a spy?"

Delaere didn't care at all, "Who would be stupid enough to run into the underground iron prison, only the chosen ones will be unceremoniously thrown in, and no one can escape from here." ”

"But that general!", Lao Li wanted to say that the golden armor man came in with him.

"Shhhh De Laere seemed to be afraid of the burly general.

"Are there a lot of people like me who are wandering in?"

"You're basically going to get lost, after all, the iron chamber here is rotating, and even the soldiers who escorted us can't get you to the room you want. De Lale put the card in the palm of his hand, his eyes staring straight at the other side of the wall, "What did you choose to get in?" ”

Lao Li put the card in the palm of his hand like him, as if he saw a stinky corpse displayed behind the wall, which was the corpse storage room that he had just passed by.

It's no wonder that when he broke in, Arabic Lin's hammer would smash it hard, but the white-robed researcher was fine.

"Actually, I lied, it's not the Golden Guard, I'm just a butcher. Lao Li tried again, but De Laer didn't care at all.

"That's just ordinary coolies. De Lais waited at the door, and after about a minute, he entered the iron wall, and after seeing Lao Li coming in, he explained, "If you want to get to the raw iron room, you need to go through the two gatehouses." ”

The porter is the kind of hollow room that is used to convert between different iron rooms, and the porter and the porter will perform a simple interplay at a certain time.

Two porters were reversed in a row, and suddenly the eardrums were buzzing with the piercing sound of screams, and two iron beds were sinking in the iron room, and two strong soldiers were dragging an iron cage, clattering against the ground.

In the cage were the two refugees he saw.

At the edge of the iron bed, two slightly short human figures were getting ready with axes and knives, and a white-robed man walked in from behind Li Zhenshu.

"Delare, what are you doing here?", his voice was cold as if he wanted to kill.

De Laere turned around tremblingly, "Captain, I just spotted a lost man and just happened to send him over. ”

The other party was taller than De Laere, and his slender eyes were embedded in his sickly face, which was very scary, "What will you do?"

"I'm a butcher. ”

"Give him the axe and knives!", the tall captain motioned to two soldiers in the distance to drag the petrified human out of the cage and fix it on the iron bed, "remove that hand for me, and throw the waste directly into the pile of corpses." ”

There was a young man in his twenties, dressed in disheveled and dirty mud, apparently from the slums, his palms had completely turned into gray and rocky rocks, slowly spreading towards his wrists.

Laugh at!

The tall captain drew a blunt sword and dragged the ground directly towards Li Zhenshu, "You're not a butcher!"

Lao Li believed that as long as there was the slightest mistake, the other party would unceremoniously stab his body with a blunt sword, "I want to ask what kind of palm do you need?"

"What do you mean?"

"There are many kinds of palm elimination, such as half hand, thin hand, whether you need to connect the meridians of the arm, and how much bone on the wrist is retained. ”

"Flake hands!", the captain of the guard did not know what this meant at all, but he gave the order.

Li Zhen smiled, picked up a thin knife with the most gap, and slowly pushed it along the opponent's middle finger towards the arm, although the young man screamed more fiercely than Pig, Lao Li's hand did not tremble.

Thinly cut out half of the palm and put it in the iron plate, "This is a five-point thin palm, I can slaughter the seven-point and nine-layer palms according to my needs." ”

The tall captain couldn't help but laugh, this was the first time he had heard of so many slaughtering techniques in one hand, "Give me one that you think is more complete." In the distance, another refugee with a petrified arm was dragged out.

Lao Li changed a knife, like a nail, and took a lime pen to circle a trace of lines on the stone arm, and then carefully tapped the lines with a hammer, slowly seeping into it until it touched fresh flesh.

The young man's palms were petrified only on the surface.

Pick out the **, slowly cut through the bright red flesh epidermis, pick off the tendons and blood vessels, and finally insert a thin steel needle into the wrist, little by little, carefully divide the bone joints on the wrist.

Time passed minute by minute, and it took half an hour for Lao Li to break the bone joint of his hand.

This is not slaughtering at all, but the removal of the opponent's arm from the flesh by hand.

De Lael looked at the stone palm on the plate, and seemed to feel that the butt could still be placed in the hands of that refugee, such an excellent slaughter technique was definitely second to none in the Gale Country.

"What's your name?", the tall captain inquirer.

"Survey!"

"In the future, you will be in charge of this iron room!", as if he was giving territory, the blunt sword in his hand was directly inserted into the body of a white-robed man, and the white-robed soldier dragged the fallen corpse and threw it mercilessly into the iron room next door.

The other stood still and did not dare to let go, until the captain of the guard left, and suddenly leaned against the wall, as if all his strength had been exhausted at that moment.

"Team leader!", shouted after a short break.

De Laere was happy, "I'm glad you survived. After speaking, a trace of sadness flashed on his face.

"What's the matter with that person?"

"If you take his place, it's worthless. De Laere didn't have the excitement he had just now, he didn't tell Li Zhenshu what he was doing in the iron prison, as if he could walk around the iron room at will.

The human being who followed Lao Li was about the same size as him, but every time he saw it, he couldn't help but bow his head.

His name is Chris, a very common name.

Li Zhenshu's task was very simple, just like the original silver dwarves, stay in this iron room and wait for the orders of those white-robed researchers.

Chris's craftsmanship is very good, and his strength is not small, he used to be in charge of this iron room.

There was no time, no space, only the brilliance of the Sunstone and this low iron house, and of course there was never a shortage of petrified slaves.

The Iron Prison Captain needs him to slaughter the arms of unqualified refugees, which is a training for him.

He didn't want Lao Li's craft to become unfamiliar, and he needed to cut out a palm every hour.

The dim iron cage is really like a prison, and the smell of rancid blood is disgusting, which ghost is making it.