The rivers and lakes of Xiangjiang are composed of three gangs, the Hong Gang, the Alphabet Gang, and the Yihe Gang, and the three gangs together have more than 100,000 gangs.

In such a special era, it is not only the super-rich at the top of the pyramid who are fighting for each other, washing the sand and reshuffling the cards.

The people of Xiangjiang can't understand the situation, let alone the future, and these people are dominated by this fear of the unknown, and they are oppressed to the point of being overwhelmed. At this moment, their anger is a few points heavier than before, and they are even more crazy than before.

Each gang has its own torture hall and dungeon. Each gang also has its own dungeon at the entrance of the hall, which is the dungeon of the Alphabet Gang at the entrance of the Yuanlong Hall. This is the most remote place in Xiangjiang, and there is a shortage of oil and water, which makes the gang guarding the dungeon here more perverted and violent than those in the city.

In the eerie basement, a fat man wears a leather bib shirtless, humming a weird tune and neatly stacking his nails.

The Bloody Man trembled slightly as if he was in pain, and as if he was just proving that he was still alive.

"I know you won't say it. I've never seen someone with a tight mouth like you. As he spoke, he pulled out the nail of a bloody man's foot.

He didn't care at all whether Mu Zishan opened his mouth or not, as if the questioning was just a routine to continue.

Such a hellish scene made a man in a white suit with fine skin and tender flesh on the side break out in a cold sweat, and the sweat had already soaked through his clothes.

A basin of cold water was poured over his head, and the consciousness of the bloody man suddenly returned from the dantian to the sea of knowledge. This kind of torture has made Mu Zishan numb, he is not really numb, he has his own set to shield this inhuman torture.

When he parted with Zhang Qilu, he gave himself a method called "Yan Gui Shu". This method is only a few hundred words. But in the past month, he has memorized many times, whether it is from the beginning, or backwards, or from any word in the middle, he can recite it, every word, even every stroke, he already knows it by heart.

Although this set of formulas is simple, but Zhang Qilu has also worked hard, this is not only a light body exercise, this is also a set of enlightenment exercises for tempering the meridians, when applying needles to Mu Zishan, Zhang Qilu has intentionally or unintentionally informed Mu Zishan of all the acupuncture points and veins of the human body. But for a layman, if he wants to start from scratch, and then become familiar with the operation of blood and qi, and finally be lucky for a week, it is impossible to do it in three years and five years. But Muzishan achieved this miracle in just one month.

This is nothing, a master with ten years of work will take an hour to run a big week. Muzishan can now run dozens of times in an hour. His qi was already able to flow smoothly and quickly through any meridians in his body without following the routine. It's like a champion racing on a Formula 1 circuit with a double-powered car at will.

Mu Zishan didn't know what kind of miracle he had created at all, and even Zhang Qilu, who gave him the exercises, must not have thought that his set of exercises would be practiced by his friends to the way they are now.

All this was forced out, subjected to inhuman torture every day, with pitiful food and water. Coupled with a needle from time to time, at first he cultivated this just to distract himself, and Mu Zishan himself did not expect to have such results now.

In order to further reduce the pain of his body, his consciousness has even been able to move freely with his blood and qi in all parts of the meridians. The racing track of Muzi Mountain has been paved with the best and hardest wood, and then it has been polished countless times.

The car is there, and the road is flat. He only needs a real navigator to show him a clear path now, "Yan Gui Shu" is just the foundation, in addition to "Yan Gui Shu", he also needs a set of real exercises.

"Okay, don't mess with him today, if he really hangs up, your flesh, cut off piece by piece, and pay it all to others, I'm afraid it won't work." The white suit warns the fat man with a face full of enjoyment.

The fat man has done a lot of things due to lack of morality, and when he said this, his fat body trembled, and he was obviously a little frightened by this.

The iron chain in Mu Zishan's hand was untied, and there was no one to help him, so he fell down like a dead pig, and collapsed on the filthy ground like mud.

"Dead fatty, you lighten up, don't break people up."

"Little White Brother, I know." As he spoke, the fat man grabbed Mu Zishan's leg and dragged him to the cell behind.

"Dead fat man, drag it like this, look at it, his flesh will be rubbed on the ground by you."

The fat butcher said a little impatiently, "Little white brother, you come over and help carry it." ”

"Look at the blood on his body, don't stain my clothes, dead fatty, you pick him up."

"Grass, a dead little white face who relies on a woman's superiority. All day long, I only know how to command ...... blindly," the fat man muttered to himself

The cell, oh no, it should be considered a cage, two meters high, one meter wide, and two meters long, like some kind of cage for livestock. Four such cages are lined up.

Mu Zishan's six senses now far surpass ordinary people, and he walked around Zhou Tian with his eyes closed, and all the sounds around him came into his ears clearly. The sound of rusty sewer pipes dripping, the sound of flies flapping their wings and vibrating the air, the sound of insect arthropods moving on the concrete floor on the ground, the sound of ants coming in and out of the dirt. After making sure that everyone had left the basement, the muddy Mu Zishan immediately leaned towards the cage next door.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

Although Mu Zishan didn't get a response, there was a faint breathing sound in the cage next door, so faint that it was almost inaudible. But now Mu Zishan can hear it clearly.

As long as the person is alive, he is relieved, and Mu Zishan sat up cross-legged.

In the other cage, a woman's faint sigh was heard, and then a weak female voice sounded.

"I told you a long time ago, this set of "Dragon and Phoenix Yin and Yang Double Cultivation Technique" is divided into the Trunk Dao Sword Casting Technique and the Kun Dao Ding Furnace Technique, you can't be blind like this."

Seeing that there was no response, the female voice began to explain again.

"I know that you are talented and cultivate quickly, and the sword forging dragon skill that you taught you before, others can't practice your current realm in a lifetime, but what are you going to do when you practice the Ding Furnace's Feng Gong?"

Although this female voice is weak, her voice is delicate and indescribably charming, and ordinary men are afraid that their bones will be seven or eight points lighter just by listening to this voice.

"Can't you teach me what to do?" Mu Zishan's voice was not weak at all, but rather leisurely.

"Of course, it's for your future Taoist companions...... If you have practiced the male dragon to your level, only you will be able to go out in the future, so even if you don't have a female companion by your side, even if you just watch, hear, smell, and touch your cultivation, you can go a thousand miles a day. ”

Mu Zishan smiled and said, "Sister Lin means that I don't have to find a woman anymore in my life, right?" ”

The woman named Sister Lin also smiled weakly and teased, "Ah Shan, I didn't mean that, I mean, you can get a lot of benefits from women, even if it's just appreciation, it will benefit you a lot." ”

"But I can't get out right now." As he spoke, a gray smoke slowly emanated from Mu Zishan's body, and the stench was tangy, and the Russian gas slowly became clear, turning into a good smelling daughter's aroma.

Sister Lin smelled the strange fragrance and felt a little incredible

"You have also practiced to the realm of no fragrance, do you know, I practiced for ten years to reach this realm, what's the matter, they poisoned you again."

The hideous wounds on Mu Zishan's body actually began to close little by little, and slowly healed.

He let out a sigh of relief after expelling the toxin. I don't know when I started playing with a small boning knife.

"I have a friend who told me that this time I am in danger and danger, but I can't die, and it depends on me whether it is a blessing or a curse."

Saying that, Mu Zishan held his breath and concentrated, the qi machine was slowly poured into the knife, the knife fell in his hand, there was a crisp sound of "bell", and sparks flew in the iron cage. Only a small incision was made.

Both sighed

"It's still a little bit off."