Guan Luming was not drunk before he was drunk, but he saw a sign hanging on the front door of the courtyard, which was engraved with the words 'Adventurers and dogs are not allowed to enter', he thought to himself, is his junior sister crazy, so blatant?

Looking around, I saw two people staring at me not far away, thinking that they were the people who were monitoring the actions of this drunken building.

I wondered again, was I suspicious? The junior sister was able to get the blueprint of the Horcrux extractor, how could she be an idle person, smiled, left the drunken building, and went to another place.

Hong Cong returned to the mansion, his mind was a little heavy, the first two times he was able to catch Yansheng and the others in the undrunk building, he hoped that it was just a coincidence, so he didn't say anything, even his father knew about it, and he still learned about it from Ah Yi and their mouths.

But three times in a row it has something to do with not getting drunk, even if he believes that it is a coincidence, his father will not believe it. For Luo Congyun, he still has a special feeling in it, and he can even be regarded as his savior.

Two years ago, before the implementation of the Qingmao plan, his father, as the chief guard of Jirui City, received instructions from the city lord's mansion. So in the spring, in the drizzly season, when moisturizing things, a special rain fell in Jirui City, but all those who were drenched by the rain, the soul power automatically disappeared the next day; One of them himself.

It's the 'soul power', for the adventurer, it's like the sky supporting him has collapsed, so the young self can't think about it, and once blamed his father's selfishness and complained about his incompetence, and he borrowed wine every day to drown his sorrows, and suddenly lost the meaning of life.

He couldn't forget the scene at that time, the whole city of Jirui was constantly screaming, and they all hated God, why it rained, most people thought it was providence.

If it was providence, maybe he could buffer it, but his father said that it was his masterpiece, which made him face his former companions.

Hypocritical people, as it is always the case, are either true saints or hypocrites. And he transitioned from a true saint to a hypocrite.

The hopelessness of life made this young heart gradually degenerate, until that day, it was a moonlit summer night with sparse stars, and he was drunk alone, and drank until ten minutes of the night in the undrunk building, and in a blur, he saw a scene that he could not forget for the rest of his life.

The lights are dim, a family of three is eating under the light, the little girl's hearty laughter, curious eyes, all from the doting favor of the ordinary couple, yes, very bland, very bland, but at that moment, such a scene overcame everything.

He regained his direction and made a new decision. At the same time, he thought of his mother.

Liu Meng walked slowly, in the snow, in the pavilion, her husband Hong Cong was alone and sad, smiling, and she walked over. By her husband's side, she sat quietly.

Yansheng didn't expect that it would take two days to refine the power of thunder and lightning this time, and when he opened his eyes, the strong power in his body made him quite pleased.

After careful calculation, it has been half a month since I came to the black prison.

Suddenly, the door was opened by the jailer, and the man shouted, "It's time to let the wind out!"

"Put... Let go of the wind?" Yansheng was shocked, he had not heard of such treatment for a long time. For a moment, I was stunned there.

"What a froze!" said the jailer, and he walked in, tying the soul chain to his hands and feet, leaving a certain distance of movement, and carrying Yansheng out of the room.

Suddenly, the door kept opening, and one by one the 'prisoners' walked out of the room.

This is the first time Yansheng has seen it, and if you look closely, there are four or five hundred people!

"No, when I came, there were at least a thousand people inside, why were there so many people missing?"

In a moment, everyone walked out of the room with soul chains, walked through the corridor, walked up the stairs, and passed through several iron gates, and appeared in an open place.

Yansheng saw Roth, Huoli, Hongjiao, Lan Shu and others, and rushed over.

I haven't seen everyone for two months, but when I say goodbye, I am in a place like a black prison, Yansheng still feels a little cordial, greeting each other, and talking about what they have experienced in the past two months.

Yansheng has a very strange feeling for Roth, this feeling existed when they met for the first time, as if they had crossed paths, but when you think about it, one is in the East, the other is in the West, one has yellow hair and blue eyes, and the other has black hair and black eyes, how can there be an intersection? Most of the time I think too much.

The strangest thing is that when he sees Yansheng, Roth's mood will improve, because in this way, his strength is not the worst.

Roth began to show off to Yansheng about his adventure experience in the past two months, telling the story of killing the 'crocodile Jiao' in the swamp, and by the way, he did not forget to improve his strength.

Yansheng listened attentively and felt that they were so good, and their skills were not practiced in vain. But what about myself? Hey, it's a shame to think about it!

Mr. Ultimate, with his stomach straight, is about to come, and along the way, these 'prisoners' keep greeting him, which is quite imposing.

"Who is this person? so 'respectable'?" Roth couldn't help but ask, looking at Mr. Ultimate with a look of enjoyment.

"Oh, his name is Hals, and everyone calls him 'Mr. Ultimate'!" Yansheng said.

"Do you know him?" said Hong Jiao and Lan Shu in surprise.

"Well, you saw it a few days before you came in, but I don't know the specifics," Yansheng said honestly.

"He's the 'guide' for the three of you!" Hong Jiao said with a smile.

"No, instructor, this can't be said, you look at his body, how can he be our 'guide'?" Roth shook his head in denial.

"His deeds have become legends, and when you know about it, you won't say that!" Lan Shu said proudly.

While they were talking, Mr. Ultimate walked over with a smile.

Yansheng is afraid and hateful of this old man, afraid of this old man's strange power, which can completely crush himself, and hates his always self-righteous face.

Hong Jiao and Lan Shu respectfully saluted Mr. Ultimate, and explained the task this time in general, and by the way, they explained the current situation.

Mr. Ultimate nodded, and his gaze skipped directly over to Ensheng and swept towards Huoli and Rot.

"Well, yes, one is the 'King of the Wind', the other is the 'Queen of Fire', the other is the 'Death Extreme', and the other is 'Reborn from the Fire', all of which are forces under the extreme, no wonder, no wonder!" Mr. Ultimate nodded and smiled.

"Yes, that's why I have to bother you with old age!" Hongjiao said.

"Well, I like these two, but what's the matter with him?" said Mr. Ultimate Pointing at Yonsei.

"This ......" Hongjiao didn't know how to answer for a while.

"This one is for you!" Roth said, pouting. He was used to making jokes about Yansheng.

Yansheng ignored the old man, and said secretly in his heart: Knowingly asked. After thinking about it again, I suddenly realized that damn it, this person is actually my own guide?

Mr. Ultimate spoke to Roth and Huoli, but when he saw that their eyes were shining, as if they had realized something, he was overjoyed.

While a few people were talking, they saw two people walking towards this side, one black and one white, clearly killing two heroes.

Mr. Ultimate got up and prepared to leave, and while passing by the two of them, the sharp-eyed Yansheng found that Mr. Ultimate had an extra ball of paper on his hand.

A few people were still chatting, and their mood seemed to be much better.

"It's time to let the wind out!" said the jailer, leading the group back to their rooms.

I don't know why, when he returned to the room, Yansheng always felt that he had deviated from the normal track, and even now, he still felt that he had no sense of participation. As an adventurer, he is still a novice.

When I first came here, I wanted to have a deep understanding of the relationship between adventurers and the world, but when I came in, I found that things were not so bad.

First, there is no killing of adventurers here, just the extraction of their soul power.

Second, there is no so-called "Strike Hard Torture" here, and it seems to be very principled.

Third, and what he is most curious about, is why these people don't resist!

Yes, the key lies in this, why don't these people resist when they come in, and they don't have any intention of escaping? Do they like to be locked up in a small room like this?

I still remember that when Mutuqi was in the fishing village, he said something like this: "Choosing an adventurer is equivalent to choosing freedom!"

Adventurers prefer freedom, so why are they willing to be locked up here?

Even if there is a soul chain, there are many powerful adventurers in it, and there will always be a way to escape, right?

Well, even if there is no way to escape, why is there not even a trace of resistance?

Yansheng was anxious, and things seemed to be getting more and more incomprehensible, this feeling made him elusive and unpredictable!

It seems that he is still different from the adventurer, and if you don't have soul power, you really can't feel it?

Yansheng suspected that this had something to do with soul power, and for him, this increasingly blurred feeling was like a thin veil, vaguely understood, but it was never transparent enough.

"By the way, there's also a fourth!" Yansheng muttered, "This fourth, the person who has been drained of his soul power, where did he go?"

His own 'Qingfeng' once saw a person sent out at night, who was drained of his soul power, like a walking corpse, dazed, and finally taken away.

Yansheng became more and more curious, and became more and more unable to understand.

He hated this feeling, everyone seemed to know something, why couldn't he know? Everyone seemed to know it, why couldn't he see through it, couldn't even empathize with it?

He thought of the story of Roth's adventure just now, and the pride in his expression was not for deliberate display, but pride from the heart.

This makes Yansheng unable to understand?

"Is it really so proud to be an adventurer?"

"Why didn't they resist, why didn't they run away, and where did the people who had their soul power drained go? Is it just because they are a group of adventurers? No, there must be some connection!"

"Wait, Soul Extractor, Soul Extractor......" Yansheng's eyes slowly brightened, and the things in that layer of tulle gradually became transparent!