Outside the cage, several guards dragged a man with a broken neck out of the cell, tied his feet and hung upside down, slashing the man's neck open, blood gushing out like a fountain, flowing into the trench beneath the man, and then converging into the pool of blood deep in the prison.

The bodies that were also hanging upside down were already lined up there, some of them still alive, and the hanging limbs twitched down from time to time.

When the blood was drained, it was immediately taken off by the guards, and the body did not know where to drag it.

A voice echoed in the prison: "Give Lao Tzu a little bit of profit, and after a while, you won't be able to step on the horse!" ”

The response was sparse, but the guards moved noticeably faster.

Seeing all this, Su Zimu's heart was shocked, and the thoughts in his mind surged like a tsunami.

What the hell is this?

What the hell is this going on?

What the hell is wrong with this world?

He knew that in a backward world, there would inevitably be all kinds of cruelty and unfairness, and he also knew that from the time he crossed over to the time he left Xianfang, all he saw was the positive side of this world.

But he really never thought that the other side of this world would be so bloody and gloomy, no matter how well prepared he was in advance, it was still terrifying!

For the first time, Su Zimu deeply felt how cruel this world was.

The footsteps sounded, Mo Xingliang walked in unhurriedly, took out the ecstasy banner and shook it, wisps of black gas floated out of everyone's bodies, but after a while, everyone gradually woke up.

When I was in a coma, those who had broken my hands and feet were silent, and when I woke up at this time, I immediately felt unbearable severe pain, shouting mothers, screaming in pain, muffled, and all kinds of voices came and went.

It's a bit inappropriate to not be injured somewhat, but there are not so many things to care about at this time, and after everyone wakes up, their first reaction is to look for a familiar companion.

Even if you are locked in different cages, as long as you can see familiar faces, it is somewhat comforting.

The prison is huge, with hundreds of people nested in different cages, and those who don't find them are surprised and disappointed

Su Zimu found the decadent old face of the old helmet next door, but he didn't find Wan Xiongyao's shadow.

Two cages away, an old man woke up faintly, he looked around, stood up with a sad face, threw himself on the railing and roared heartbreakingly: "Mo Xingliang, livestock, my Miao Shidong treats you well, that's how you repay me?" Are you worthy of Hui Niang......"

The old man held on to the railing the thickness of a duck's egg and shook it desperately, but he was old and weak, and he sealed his cultivation, where could he shake?

Su Zimu was stunned, obedient to the meaning of the words, the relationship between the old man and the surname Mo is not shallow!

The others looked at the old man's gaze, and they were also a little wary.

Anyone who is pointed at his nose and scolded can't be happy, let alone the old man exposed Mo Xingliang's old bottom on the spot in front of so many people.

His originally calm expression gradually turned into ruthlessness, and then into indifference: "Old horseman, look for death!" ”

Pointing a little, a black rope swooped into the prison and tied the old man who kept scolding.

The old man was a little out of breath, but he still refused to keep his mouth shut: "There is a kind of killing me!" ”

The rope lifted abruptly upwards and hung the old man in mid-air.

Mo Xingliang said coldly: "Let's start with this old man." ”

"Yes!" The cell boss agreed, opened the cage door and took the old man out, tied him to a large table, fixed his limbs, and tied a thin bamboo pipe into the old man's wrist with his own hands.

A thin stream of blood rushed out and landed in the copper basin that had been prepared long ago, ticking and ticking, intermittently.

Su Zimu's eyebrows jumped, dog. Day. Yes, bloodletting also released experience!

In another cell, a young man grabbed the railing and roared angrily: "Dad, surnamed Mo, you can't die well, you can't die well-"

followed by a burst of scolding, obedient to the meaning, the old man was actually Mo Xingliang's father-in-law, and this young man was his brother-in-law.

The prison exploded on the spot, what kind of garbage is this, to do such a thing that is inferior to a beast?

Father-in-law sacrifices to the sky, and his mana is boundless?

Mo Xingliang hooked his fingers and didn't say a word.

The cell boss understood and took the young man out and bled the second one.

The old man's blood had almost been drained, his face was as pale as paper, and his weak arm struggled twice, and then he put it down.

Everyone was in prison, they felt the same way, and they couldn't break out of the cage and cut Mo Xingliang with a thousand knives.

Strange things happened again, the guards did not release the old man's blood, but pulled out the bamboo pipe and sent him back to the prison, and the blood released was not sent to the blood pool, but was stored separately in a basin.

Su Zimu was puzzled, what does this mean?

Not only him, but there are many monks who are confused about cause and effect.

Su Zimu thought that he had seen everything, but he didn't expect that this was just the tip of the iceberg.

The guards dragged the bodies out first, and then the people who were seriously injured and dying.

They still have a breath, and they can struggle a few times, but only a few times.

At this time, Mo Xingliang took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, flicked the bottom of the bottle lightly, and a demon flew out of the bottle, which he pointed at lightly: "Certain!" ”

The demon was immediately pinned into the air by an invisible force, and below it was a row of people hanging upside down.

Those injured were already terrified, and now another monster came, which made it even worse.

Su Zimu clearly saw that the steaming white gas came out of the bodies of those injured, and the wisps slowly rose, and finally they were swallowed up by the soul eater demon on the roof.

I don't know which cage came from a frightened roar: "Soul Eater? The surname is Mo, you are crazy! ”

Mo Xingliang smiled slightly, and pointed to the person who spoke: "He's next!" ”

Now, no one spoke, and the whole prison was silent, except for the victim's feeble moaning. Moaning, the sound is in the ears.

Mo Xingliang looked up to the sky and laughed, and left unhurriedly.

There was silence for a long time before a voice dared to ask, "What does the surname Mo want to do?" ”

"What else can I do, first bleed and then draw the soul, this is planning to refine the blood spirit pill!"

"Blood Pill? Isn't the surname Mo a remnant of the Blood Demon Sect? ”

There was a bang, and the prison was in chaos again.

Su Zimu was full of questions, and leaned to the edge of the cage and whispered: "Brother Helmet, Brother Helmet!" ”

The old helmet moved his ass and leaned over: "What's the matter?" ”

Su Zimu lowered his voice: "What is the Blood Spirit Pill?" ”

"You're asking the right question." The old helmet sat up straight, "This thing is the secret inheritance of the Blood Demon Sect, which is to integrate a person's flesh and soul together, take its essence to remove its dross, and refine a demon path elixir, which is said to be able to increase cultivation to consolidate the realm, and the effect is extremely extraordinary." ”

"Alchemy with people?"