Pitch black, cold, cramped, deathly silence.

It is surrounded by cold metal walls, and on these walls, there are dead stones inlaid one after another.

In the whole room, the light that can bring light is probably these faint fluorescent dead stones, but the glow at these times not only does not bring a little warmth, but makes people feel more and more cold and dark.

In the middle of the room lay a one-armed Taoist priest on his back, his hands and feet were placed at random, motionless, and his tattered Taoist robe was stained red with blood over and over again, becoming as hard as armor and welded with his body.

If it weren't for the fact that the one-armed Taoist priest's belly was still rising and falling slightly, and if it weren't for the sound of terrifying and suffocating breathing that could still be heard in this small room, anyone would have regarded this one-armed Taoist priest lying there on his back as a corpse.

The Taoist priest's eyes were open, and the pair of eyes that didn't know how much pain Lu Dao had endured, and the eyes that were so scarlet that they were about to drip blood were about to bleed, and he looked at the steel roof above his head for a moment.

Eighty years ago, he was the son of an authentic squire, his family was wealthy, he grew up like a son-in-law, he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, he couldn't do anything, and he practiced martial arts for a few days, but he couldn't endure hardships, and he didn't have much potential, that is, he had some strength.

Anyway, he is not the eldest son, no one asks him too highly, basically he can do whatever he wants, although he has never done the act of bullying men and women, it is because he is still young, he thinks that in another three or five years he can start to occupy a few beautiful villagers, he has chosen the goal, the little girl of the old Wang family, the new daughter-in-law of the old Li family, and the little widow surnamed Zheng, everything is ready, he is looking forward to growing a few more hairs below.

Originally, the days should have been spent slowly and carefree like this, eating and drinking for a whole year, and being happy for a lifetime.

Until that day, a group of fellows called the Imperial Army entered his village, killed all the people in the village, seized the flower-like girls he had not had time to occupy, and killed his father and his brother.

He escaped alone, and with good luck, he slaughtered a Japanese soldier on the way and snatched a gun, but he didn't make it, and broke one of his arms.

It was an experience that he will never forget, he was pursued by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers all the way, for seven days and seven nights, there was always a croaking sound behind him, as if he could never get rid of it, what kind of despair was that, what kind of desperateness, what kind of desperateness?

At that time, he had been lying on the ground as he is now, but at that time, there was a vast sky above his head, blue and deep, and it seemed that he could always escape to the sky, and now, above his head, there was only the black and cold steel roof, which suffocated him.

It was at that time that he met an old man who was fishing in the river, and he gave him a sealed clay pot, hid him in the bottom of the boat, and told him not to come out if the rod did not move.

He relied on the air in the clay pot for half an hour, and when the oxygen was exhausted, he finally couldn't stay up anymore, and came out of the water, the Japanese soldiers had already left, and the old man on the ship fell in a pool of blood, and his chest was pierced by a bayonet.

The children of the rivers and lakes are dead, in these years of chaos, it is too normal for people to die.

He lay beside Lao Dao for a whole day, and only got up when he was so hungry that he couldn't get up.

His arm had rotted out and was blackened and purulent, so he found a saw-like kitchen knife on the boat and cut off his arm, which was gratifying to see what turned into a saw, and it was much more convenient to cut off the bones than to cut the bones.

From then on, that boat became his boat, and the old Taoist clothes naturally became his Taoist clothes, and the old Taoist fishing rod became his means of saving his life.

It was also on that boat that he discovered the "Silver Jiao Sutra" that changed his life.

Later, he joined the Wugu Daomen, and gradually had a fairly loud name, and was called the Silver Jiaodao by his peers who cultivated immortals.

It was a wonderful time, he was in addition to cultivating every day, that is, thinking about killing devils to absorb the power of vitality, it can be said that in addition to eating, he was thinking about how to eat, and his life was simple and tense, and he was in a challenge every day, but unfortunately his cultivation was too low, and he killed three devils before and after, and was almost beaten into a sieve by devils.

As soon as something like a musket appeared, any cultivation turned into, and in front of firearms, there was not much difference between immortal cultivators and mortals.

Especially when facing a platoon of soldiers, those who are lucky can fly away on the grass, and those who are unlucky will become sieve fertilizer.

Compared to a heavily armed army, one or two immortal cultivators are of little value, and they can't achieve much value.

During that time, he met many like-minded immortal cultivators, but as a result, all of these immortal cultivators died at gunpoint.

There are also immortal cultivators who want to cooperate with the revolutionary army, the Kuomintang, etc., and fight for the country with a simple mind, in their opinion, there is no conflict between cultivating immortals and patriotism.

It's a pity that their fate was very miserable, either they were used as cannon fodder, or they were stabbed in the back after the victory, and then he realized that he and the mortals were not walkers on the same road.

A piercing shriek interrupted his train of thought, pulling him back from his memories.

"Is it going to start again? Will it finally be my turn?"

Exhausted, he struggled to sit up, then gritted his teeth and slowly stood up, the cold steel door opening silently, the blinding light outside melting everything in a milky color.

However, he could not see this dazzling light, and with the light, he could see clearly that there was no pupil in his scarlet eyes, and only a black white wrapped in blood.

In addition to the lack of pupils, his body is not only missing the arm, but also many things, such as lips, teeth, tongue, ears, and the skin on his face......

He had more less on him, and it was hard to imagine what kind of torture he had to endure to become what he was.

It wasn't all missing, but there was one more thing around his neck, a large piece of flesh on his neck had been ripped off raw, and there was a piece of Dead Stone inlaid there, and a stream of electric beams of light traveled along the Stone and drilled into his spine, which was a more advanced way to block the bridge between heaven and earth than shackles. In his place here is a 1132 number.

Guys like him, some with less things, some with more less, came out of the small rooms, looking numb, such small steel rooms one by one, dense, like a capsule hotel, there are thousands of them, listed together, looking like a beehive.

Above the small capsule-like room, there were rows of steel fences, and heavily armed warriors with withered guns were constantly patrolling and watching, watching their every move, and the sound of their feet on the iron fence was the only sound in this prison where everything was made of steel.

If Zheng first returned here, he would definitely not recognize that this was the negative fourth floor of the sixth division of the business!

The negative four floors of the sixth division of the business have been fully doubled, and the functionality has been greatly changed, such a prison occupies two-thirds of the entire negative four floors, and the original fitness room and command center have not changed much.

Compared with the original team of the Sixth Division of the Business, the green-robed corpse venerable knows how to apply this gourd-shaped magic weapon.

Even a bloodline like Dracula IV is stronger than Ergouzi's men.

Just like an encrypted computer, you can use the password if you know it, and if you don't know the password, you have to constantly try to decipher the password and break the firewall.

It is always difficult for ordinary people to control a magic weapon, even if they have enough vitality, they are still a big step behind, and they must exhaust their minds to find ways to use it.

The Yinjiao Daoist was driven out by the piercing scream, and there were many immortal cultivators who were driven out with him, including the old friends of the Yinjiao Daoist, the electric mother Qiu Po who had no crutches, the golden jade boy cumin who looked like a primary school student, the iron hammer Yanji who was stout but had shrunk three times at this time, the old man who was blind, and the white swordsman who had snow-white eyes, and so on.

There are many immortal cultivators, they come from different sects, some of them are immortals raised by the Twelve Pillar Stone Family, some are scattered cultivators who live in seclusion, and many of them are the last Taoist inheritance left by many sects in the mortal world.

They have such and such different identities, but they are so different, but they have the same numbness on their faces at this time.

When a person has suffered too much, he becomes numb and has nothing to touch them except pain.

One by one, they walked out of the room like wandering spirits, and some of them couldn't get out, so they were dragged out by a few soldiers dressed in steel mecha.

Don't think that if a certain immortal cultivator gets the world, the immortal cultivators in the entire world will be liberated and turn over to be the master, that is a dream, just like hoping that if someone becomes the emperor, the people of the world will be able to have rich food and clothing.

Dreams are dreams because you need to dream before you can think about them.

They finally converged in the huge square under the bronze god tree.

The square is full of soft piano music and slow chime accompaniment, a combination of music that is difficult to understand, but it brings a different kind of musical enjoyment, and the fusion of things always gives people a sense of elegance.

The spiral staircase around the square is full of soldiers with withered guns, their faces are hidden, and they stand there cold, like props in a play, you can say they don't exist, you can ignore them, but if you alarm them, they will turn you into a pile of protein.

In the middle of the square, to the soft music, there is a large long table.

The long table was empty, so that the white tablecloth was as dazzling as the summer sun, so clean that people did not dare to touch it, for fear of touching it, and leaving their fingerprints on it to stain this purity.

The long table was long, eight meters long, and on one side sat a blond, blue-eyed, handsome man in a suit whiter than a tablecloth, as elegant as a white tulip in full bloom, subtle, warm, misty, and exuding a deadly fragrance.

A pair of turquoise pupils reveal a beauty that makes it easy to be intoxicated with.

There was a reassuring aura on this man's body, and seeing him was like seeing his own relatives, especially women, who saw him, they didn't have to speak, they must think that he was a confidant.

On the other side, there is a guy who is completely different from this blonde foreigner, although he is also a rare beautiful man in the world, but if the blonde and blue-eyed foreign man is a piece of jade, then the guy opposite is a dagger, a dagger with poison and a faint blue cold light.

A man dressed in a green robe, with a void floating underneath, a huge jade earring on his left earlobe, and a beautiful face that is extremely cold but bewitching.

This man always has a gloom on his face that the sun can't dissolve, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his thin lips, but the more he laughs, the farther away you feel from him.

Dracula IV, and the Green-robed Corpse.

In front of Dracula IV lay a plaid scarf and a crystal-polished goblet, empty of dust.

In front of the green-robed corpse, there was only a ceramic spoon with an emerald texture, and the compact yellow climbing branch pattern was attached to the handle of the spoon like a living figure, which was a work of art that mortals could not touch, and they were not even qualified to look at it.

The green-robed corpse stretched out his two fingers, which were as pale as jade, pinched the spoon, and gently swayed to the rhythm of the piano and chimes.

It's time for dinner.