With its pale yellow petals and scarlet stamens, even the most demanding botanists cannot find the slightest flaw in the form of a begonia flower, but if you look down the rhizome, you will find that the ground on which it is rooted is a kind of rotten mud.

Three thousand feet down along this begonia flower, there is a cave that has fallen into darkness forever, located in the heart of Buju Mountain, and at this moment it is echoing with a tooth-souring "zizi" sound.

It's like metal rubbing against each other, extremely harsh, making people's hearts scratch like cats.

"Tick-tock. ”

An incomparably faint sound of falling water was mixed in, creating ripples beside the cold stone wall.

If calculated according to the relative position, directly above this place is exactly the mountain spring behind the Spring and Autumn Academy.

I'm afraid that even Xia Sheng couldn't imagine that there were two springs in this Buju Mountain, one up, and even the general shape was the same, as if there was an invisible water mirror in the middle, and the two springs were each other's projections.

But the difference is that the mountain spring on the ground is crystal clear, while the dark spring hidden in the mountain is as black as ink, and the foul smell in it makes people wonder how many rotting corpses have sunk at the bottom of the spring.

There is a bamboo pipe deep in the spring, it is impossible to see whether it has touched the bottom of the spring, the bright green of the bamboo has long since faded, and in its place, there is a palpitating blood scab, with a layer of fine white fluff attached to it, which is disgusting.

Walking along this bamboo pipe for about fifteen zhang, it is getting closer and closer to the passionate "zizi" sound, and as far as the eye can see, there is a metal chain like a spider web, and the other end of the bamboo pipe is inserted in the right position.

Inserted into the heart of an old man.

The old man had gray hair. His face was as thin as a ghost, his body was not wearing an inch of clothes, and his shoulders and legs were passed through by iron chains the thickness of two fingers, stretching all the way to the stone wall, and I don't know how many feet deep.

Maybe it's because the old man has been imprisoned here for a full five hundred years. So the nails of his hands had grown into curls, and they were wrapped around the chains, and they had long since been separated from each other.

On the wrists of his hands, there were two unrecognizable talismans, like gold and stone, with dense patterns engraved on them, which had been embedded in the flesh of the old man's skin, and then passed through iron chains, fixed on both sides.

And at this very moment. Hundreds of iron chains tied to the old man's body were trembling rapidly, and large black blood surged out from the old man's ribs, heart, hands, feet, shoulders, chest and abdomen, and in an instant, the old man was dyed into a bloody man, and it was shocking to look at it from a distance.

Blood droplets sprinkled on his white hair, like red plums in the snow, smashed against the stone wall, glowing with a faint red light. Flowing in chains, there are bursts of warmth.

But the old man seemed to have long since lost his pain. He opened his mouth as if he was roaring silently, but all he could see was half of his tongue hidden deep in his mouth, and his mouth full of poisonous blood.

Because the old man has not seen sunlight all year round, his skin is so white that it seeps, and his cloudy eyes have become gray. But at this time, an incomparably terrifying essence erupted.

His white hair was flying wildly, accompanied by the loud sound of hundreds of chains rubbing and slapping against each other.

His limbs were twisting and deforming, and the chains that had long since melted into his flesh were tumbling and squeezing, and he didn't know how many bones had been broken. How many meridians were cracked.

But he didn't care.

As long as he can get out of here, he doesn't care about anything.

Even if it is death, what is there to be afraid of?

The torture of five hundred years of life is worse than death, and the old man has long lost his fear, his reason, and everything.

It was his best chance in 500 years.

Maybe it's the last chance.

If it had been placed five hundred years ago, he, who was proficient in the art of the rune array, would have been able to break free from the shackles of this place and escape the moment the stone wall of the Dusk Cloud Cave was broken.

But now he is very old, his strength is long gone, his blood is highly poisonous, his bone marrow is running through iron cables, his heart and blood have long been emptied, he is already a little powerless.

What's more, there is less and less time left for him.

The young man trapped in the Twilight Cloud Cave had already discovered his existence, and the disappearance of those two mountain guarding disciples couldn't be hidden for too long, at most, when it was dawn tomorrow, Tang Zi'an and Wei Qiuyue would find out that there was something wrong with the Great Array of Guardians!

If this opportunity is missed, the old man may never be able to get out again.

Death is never the most terrible.

The most terrible thing is to endure the torture that is more torturous than death, and watch the belief in survival in my heart die little by little!

The old man has been living in this prison that is more terrible than hell for five hundred years, no matter what kind of humiliation, what kind of torture, whether it is Taizu or Taizong, they have not made him bow his head and have never made him surrender.

But he couldn't hold on anymore.

Because he knew that he was finally going to die.

Maybe it's God's mercy, or maybe it's his own destiny in the dark, after a lapse of 500 years, before he runs out of oil, he finally sees the hope of regaining freedom.

He must catch it, or he will die blindly!

So at this moment, the old man completely let go of the strength he had accumulated for five hundred years, whether it was a desperate gamble, or a broken boat, even if he died, he had to take another look at the clear moon in the sky!

"Click......

A cracking sound like a heavenly sound suddenly resounded in the old man's ears, and a stone chip smashed on the surface of the old man's feet, splashing three inches of dust, and an iron chain finally broke in response to the sound and fell to the ground with a bang, just like the five hundred years that had unfortunately passed.

Then the old man's heart was a little more excited, the light in his gray-green vertical pupils was a little more vigorous, and the sound of gold and stone was crazy!

"Whoa...... Whoa......"

There was a beginning, and everything that followed was like a chain reaction, one by one the iron chains broke one after another, and pieces of blood and dust rose up, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the layers of iron chains on the old man's body were broken free by him!

Only the last ten chains remained.

Two on the shoulder, two on the wrist, two on the abdomen, two on the ankle, and the last two, on both of his knees.

In addition, the bamboo tube that went deep into his heart was still not broken.

But there was not the slightest hint of joy on the old man's face, his struggle became smaller and smaller, and the light in his eyes became more and more dim.

In this road to freedom and light, the old man was about to reach the exit, but the last part of the road became extremely difficult, and the hope became more and more ethereal, even if he climbed, he could not climb out.

The old man's head suddenly drooped, and in just a quarter of an hour, it seemed to make him look a hundred years older than before, and his skin-like limbs began to glow with inky poisonous lines, and the bamboo tube at the mouth of his heart turned from hot to cold, and the barbs at the mouth of the tube were about to pierce his heart into a puddle of rotten flesh.

He knew that he would not be able to get out after all.

There was not much regret in his eyes, let alone a little despair, just a faint melancholy and a deep nostalgia for this world.

He was on the verge of giving up his last hope of survival.

He was dying.

But it was at this time that a muffled sound suddenly came from afar, and then, accompanied by the sound of cautious footsteps, a figure whose silhouette could not be seen clearly stood in front of the old man.

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