Whoosh – snap——!

The leather whip dipped in cold water was raised high in mid-air, and then it shook violently along the wrist of the horse steward, and immediately fell fiercely, with a whistling sound, like a dagger, like a sharp saw, and slammed on Chu Weiyang's back.

At the end of the day, the gray-black Mai was torn apart, and then the edges were dyed crimson with blood oozing from the wound.

It's not really a dagger, and it's not really a sharp saw.

The whip fell, and by the way, it broke open a few traces of repair on the Mai, and the tattered pieces of cloth hung on Chu Weiyang's body like this, revealing a few dark red blood stains that had already existed, and then, under the infection of blood, they were mixed together, and there was nothing to distinguish from each other.

The whole time, the young man just followed the force of the whip and shook it forward in place.

He didn't seem to feel any pain, and he didn't react at all, and he just lowered his head, and didn't look at the steward.

In the cramped grotto, people were crowded together, the humming sound was sharp, and the others didn't seem to hear it, like Chu Weiyang, they lowered their heads, and they didn't know whether to say that they were indifferent or numb.

Chu Weiyang didn't look up, and the horse steward was not angry, he came to stand at the door of this grotto, and he always had to whip it, the difference was only who stood on the outermost.

It's like blowing a whistle, it's like clapping your palms, it's like knocking on the doorframe.

Ma Ye is a particular person, even if he treats the slaves in the Demon Suppression Cave, he pays attention to etiquette like this.

"Two things!"

"The first one, from now on, everyone needs to quench the pulp every day, from one and a half pots to two pots! When he was still panting, there was no reason to bargain! ”

"Master Ma also knows that you are difficult, don't say that the master treats you as inappropriate, this second thing, from now on, everyone's rations will be doubled!"

Hearing this, the people in the grotto reacted, raised their heads one after another, and looked directly at the horse steward.

It was a thin, burnt yellow face, a pair of eyes that were numb after being in pain.

For a while, Steward Ma's face stiffened suddenly, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to be standing in front of the ghost gate, and there was a gloomy ghost in front of him, that face, that pair of empty eyes, and that dark and cramped environment, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the yang world in the world.

He was speechless, and his heart was even more afraid.

If all the people in this cave are ghosts, what is this horse master? Frying the cow's head and horse noodles of the little devil all day long?

Coincidentally, no, the real surname is Ma......

Thinking of this, the steward felt more and more uneasy, and was very ashamed and angry, so he suddenly became a little angry, and glanced at Chu Weiyang, who was standing at the door and turned to look at him, without warning, the steward suddenly raised the whip in his hand and slapped it on Chu Weiyang's back fiercely!

This was a surprise to everyone.

Chu Weiyang pursed his mouth tightly, endured the pain and did not make a sound, let alone let his expression change more.

Everyone else was stunned.

Even the steward himself was stunned for a while.

The anger in his heart was swept away, and his heart was empty, so he became more and more uneasy.

This must be because the evil aura in the Demon Suppression Cave is too heavy, and it actually shakes the mind!

Even for the sake of my cultivation, I should leave this pickled place early!

As soon as he thought of this, the horse steward shouted.

"What are you doing! Work! Be honest! I'm staring at you! ”

After that, he shook the long whip in his hand again and walked away from the grotto door with his hands behind his back.

The steward's footsteps went farther and farther away.

In the dark grotto, but no one spoke, after a few breaths, there was a sound of iron and stone knocking at the door, and when I looked carefully through the light, it was Chu Weiyang, who was standing at the door of the grotto, took out a fist-sized piece of iron ore from the stacked basket.

Just holding it in his hand, most of Chu Weiyang's body deviated slightly, this iron stone seemed to be extremely heavy, as soon as it touched Chu Weiyang's palm, the blood rust on the iron stone seemed to come to life, flashing with some kind of treacherous aura, along Chu Weiyang's arm, straight into the torso.

Chu Weiyang, who had been stiffened by the two whips of the horse steward, was not moved in the slightest, and at this moment, facing the erosion of the iron and stone, the young man trembled uncontrollably.

In just a few breaths, Chu Weiyang's face turned from burnt yellow to pale.

But he still raised his other hand with difficulty, hanging in the empty jade bottle on the side.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

Gradually, there was a pure sorcerer condensed in Chu Weiyang's palm, wisps of spurt turned into a whirlpool, and finally condensed into a drop of crimson water, which fell into an arm-high jade pot, and in this way, a drop of syrup was condensed.

One drop, two drops, three drops......

After a while, when he looked at it again, the iron ore that Chu Weiyang was holding in his other hand was absorbed from the turbidity, and the spiritual light collapsed away, and when Chu Weiyang's palm was slightly forced, it turned into powder and sprinkled along his fingers.

The grotto gradually filled with dust and smoke.

The sunlight, which was not bright in the first place, shone obliquely into the smoke and dust of this cave through the narrow portal, and suddenly cut into beams of light, which became more and more ghostly for a while.

If so, the long day passed.

Bang –

It wasn't until a steaming cauldron was placed at the door of the grotto, that the people, who had been numb all day, seemed to come to life.

There were not a few oil stars in the white soup in the kettle, and there were rotten vegetable leaves that were almost blackened, and occasionally a piece of minced meat floated, and it was full of fishy smells.

In such a pot, pig food is similar.

But even so, in the increasingly short breaths of everyone, there was an uncontrollable desire.

Life in the Demon Suppression Cave, hunger is far more torturous than pain.

Everyone who is still alive here can vividly remember every feeling of hunger - anger at first, then anxiety, and after a few days, it becomes difficult to walk, and then it becomes very difficult to even think, emotions and feelings become burdens, thoughts and bodies are gradually separated, and death can come at any time.

But no matter what kind of hunger and eagerness they had, everyone in the grotto did not stir, and then, they all looked at Chu Weiyang who was standing at the door, but at this moment, Chu Weiyang turned his head to look into the depths of the grotto, looking at a figure who looked particularly burly in the crowd.

The man gradually walked towards the door, and through the faintest wisps of the evening, he could faintly see a bald man with a fleshy face, and a very vivid scar on his face, from left to right, almost cutting the whole face in half.

Such an image seems to have some meaning of suppressing demons.

Dahan stood in front of the kettle, grabbed the soup spoon in one hand, and took the empty bowl from Chu Weiyang in front of him with the other.

The first two spoonfuls sank into the bottom of the kettle, and when they were fished up, there was not much soup, and among the two spoonfuls of rotten vegetable leaves, there were several large pieces of obvious fishy meat, and it was not until the third spoonful that Dahan scooped a spoonful of white soup from the noodles and poured it into Chu Weiyang's bowl.

This is the best bowl in a cave, and it is also the "reward" for Chu Weiyang to take the initiative to stand at the door today and be whipped by the steward. ”

From beginning to end, Dahan didn't really take a closer look at the rations in the cauldron, whether it was really as the horse steward said, doubled; Chu Weiyang didn't mention it, and later the horse steward beat the whip. He just silently took the bowl handed back by the big man, held it firmly on his chest, walked to the depths of the grotto, and sat stiffly on the stone along the wall.

When he drank half a bowl of soup, ate all the rotten vegetable leaves, and chewed a piece of fishy meat, the bald man held the bowl and sat next to Chu Weiyang.

He also moved his body with difficulty, half of his body tilted towards Chu Weiyang, and then lowered his head again, and his hoarse voice only circulated between the two of them.

"I meditated last night, and the turbidity and siltation completely sealed all my meridians for several weeks, and I sat down all night without an inch, Xiao Chu, I'm afraid I'm about to die."