If it is in terms of the scope of control, the hundred households are also not simple, and the six divisions of the prison have great power, for example, Dai Xingwei, as a small banner, came here to block it at the beginning of the birth of the "repair field". The fundamental reason is that he is the administrator of the nearest county seat.

According to the management of the Dahua Empire, any one hundred households need to be managed in a large range, depending on the region, or sit in several adjacent second- and third-tier cities at the same time, or sit in a first-tier city.

So logically speaking, the Zhan Siyuan Baihu in front of him should be the largest local official in charge of Xiangzhou.

Such people, whether in ancient times or now, belong to senior leaders, and they will not leave the place where they are sitting easily. Yuan Qingwei sorted out his thoughts for a moment and asked, "How come Baihu has time to come here?" ”

"A fierce level upstair, enveloping the scope of the entire complex of medium and large strange talks, what will be the consequences, as the master of Taiyi Temple, you really don't know? Don't cut it off before it matures, and I don't know what the problem will be afterwards. Zhan Siyuan's face was cold, and with a wave of his hand after speaking, the knife light appeared again, shattering the meat ball that had been finally reassembled, and then stretched out his hand to press it.

Behind him, the law phase slashed at the surroundings again, the overwhelming golden divine power and the blood-colored evil qi were intertwined, the sharp qi filled the void, and the buildings formed by the condensation of countless thoughts began to shatter and break, revealing one well-behaved and weird child after another.

"Click......click" One child after another moved, his joints stiffened, and under the control of the rope that fell from nowhere, he slowly walked towards Zhan Siyuan and Yuan Qingwei.

"I don't know what to say!" Zhan Siyuan's eyes were empty, and his body revealed an inhuman feeling, a grandiose, indifferent, terrifying power that seemed to be able to control everything and dominate everything gushed out from him, and those children were shattered by the terrible aura before they could get close.

Weakness, dependence, awe, obedience, anger, horror, grief, confusion, unwillingness, despair, hatred, all kinds of small and chaotic thoughts condensed on the children's fragments, and then condensed and entangled in mid-air, turning into a strong and almost perverted and distorted desire.

"I'm back! I said, you can't kill me! The man with wires breaking out of his skin stood there again, he showed a strange and hideous smile, and the wires on his body flashed with electric currents, constantly shattering and absorbing the small and chaotic thoughts around him.

"You think I really can't kill you? If it weren't for the mouse, would you think you would still be standing here? Zhan Siyuan raised his palm again and waved his hand casually.

Different from the previous sharp edge, the sword light that emerged this time was fierce and domineering, like a savage soldier iron horse, pure impact and trampling, stirring the opponent's body into countless pieces.

On the other side, Yuan Qingwei already knew the reason why he hadn't solved the scene until now at the moment when the other party spoke.

The other party has not yet found the core of this field conclusion, but it is normal to speculate carefully, although Emperor Guan's divine power is huge, he does not have the authority to probe himself, and it is even more impossible for Zhan Siyuan, who invited Emperor Guan's divine power, to have the corresponding authority.

Although it was not clear why the other party didn't cut the entire field into two directly, Yuan Qingwei probably knew what he could do. Stretched out his hand and summoned the Wanjia glass cup suspended on the top, held it in the palm of his hand, and shook it lightly around.

The faint light easily broke through the thick fog that shrouded the surroundings, and Yuan Qing's slight spiritual sense probed and heard a whisper of nothingness.

"Don't hit me... Don't hit me... I'm well-behaved... I'll be obedient... Don't hit me ......"

"Don't blame me... It's your fault... Just be obedient... Why do you want to run away......"

With the light as the traction, Yuan Qingwei relied on the protection of Qingwei Palace, allowing his consciousness to merge with the small whispers and enter the memory of the other party. The pitch-black environment and oppressive atmosphere are enough to force a person to death, and in the middle of the pitch black environment squats a child with his hands around his knees.

The child's upper body was only wearing a thin short sleeve, and the bare arms were as thin as dry firewood, but the dry skin was covered with fine wounds. Looking at the past, Yuan Qingwei found that some of these wounds were pricked by needles, some were whipped, and some were almost burned.

Yuan Qingwei slowly moved forward, the child seemed to be surprised, raised his head in fear, his white and tender little face was full of horror and fear, tears rolled in his eyes, and he said in fear: "Are you here to kill me?" ”

After speaking, the child seemed to let go of some burden, and muttered in a low voice: "It's okay to do this, it's okay to ......"

"You don't want to live?" Yuan Qingwei stepped forward, also squatted down, looked at the child and asked.

"What's the good of living? I always wanted to live, to go out alive and ask them why, but in the end I thought it was better to die. The child raised his head and looked at Yuan Qingwei with a very bright smile, but the death will contained in the smile made Yuan Qingwei a little unsure of how to speak.

"Can you tell me your story?"

"Actually, it's nothing?" The child raised his head, looked at the dark sky, and reached out to grasp something, as if trying to grasp something.

"I was tricked here by my parents, and they told me to go out and play, but they sent me here." When the boy said this, it was very bland, so flat that it was as if he was not talking about himself.

"At the beginning, I thought about reasoning with them, I thought about resisting, but how can the people here reason with you, in their eyes, I am just a defective product that needs to be repaired, and it is good to repair it to the way my parents want......"

"Corporal punishment, beatings, insults, these things that you can't think of outside at all, are actually quite common here, so for a while I wanted to die......"

When the child said this, his voice suddenly lowered: "But how?" Sometimes, death is not something you can do if you want to. I tried it once, I was beaten half to death, and then I became well-behaved. ”

When it came to becoming a good girl, the child's expression was like crying and laughing, which was very strange, and he continued in an almost moaning tone: "I began to write thanksgiving letters, began to obey the arrangement, began to be silent, began to become a voice worm, and even began to help the teachers manage other people...... Just to go out and ask, why do you do this? Am I not good enough? Or am I doing something wrong? Or is it just that I'm not doing well in school? Why did they send me here? ”

In this way, I became more and more well-behaved, and the restrictions gradually decreased, and finally I went out. On the first day I returned to their house, I asked them why? They told me it was for my good. ”

"I cried that day, I cried and asked them if they knew what I was going through in there? But they said......"

"Why haven't you learned to be obedient yet! You don't know how much money we put into it, how much effort we put into it? If you're so disobedient, it looks like I'm going to have to send you in for a while. ”

"From that moment on, I felt that it wasn't just me who might have been broken, I didn't know how to ask them anymore, and I didn't want to ask them anything......"

"So, I thought since they didn't want me like this, then I'd give my body back......"