That night.

After agreeing to Song Gongzi's request, Cheng Sheng and the other three were all stationed in the 'mortal dungeon' under the jurisdiction of the Song family.

The children of the family in Ghost Mother City are extremely desperate for their lives.

After learning that there was a 'disappearance incident' in the Song family's dungeon, they no longer entered this dungeon to practice.

So, there are only three survivors in the dungeon tonight.

Although the 'Mortal Dungeon' is free and open to the children of the family, the fees for casual cultivators and gang members are extremely expensive.

So soon after entering the dungeon, the two monks, a man and a woman, seized the time to torture the mortals in the dungeon so that they could squeeze as much of the 'power of pain' as possible.

According to personal preference, the man and the woman chose two tools, a leather whip and a tongs.

When the afflicted person had fainted from the pain, the two monks would pour cold water on him and sober him up, and then apply the ointment.

After the injury is healed, the torture continues.

And so on and so forth....

After a while, bursts of black 'pain power' gas poured out of the bodies of the unlucky people who were tortured.

Listening to the painful moans in his ears, coupled with the pervasive rancid smell in the cell, Chengsheng couldn't bear it, so he came outside the cell alone to breathe.

The night is as cool as water.

Not long after Chenghuo stood outside, he suddenly heard the sound in the dungeon stop abruptly.

Confused, he turned away.

It just so happened that the male monk who had been torturing mortals in the dungeon also came out of the dungeon at this moment.

"Smoke a cigarette?"

The male cultivator took out a cigarette from his bosom and handed it to Chengsheng.

The latter reflexively took the cigarette.

But the moment he received the cigarette, Cheng Huo realized that something was wrong, and quickly jumped back to distance himself from the monk: "Who are you?" ”

The male cultivator stared at Chengsheng and didn't speak, just kept laughing in place.

There is something wrong with this man....

Seeing the other party's strange smile, Chengsheng did not hesitate at all, and turned around and fled towards the Flying Sand Gang station.

I don't know how long I fled.

"It's dry, watch out for the candles!"

on the streets.

When he heard the sound of the husband beating the guard not far away, Chengsheng slowed down a little.

He turned around and saw that the monk had not caught up, and he was secretly relieved.

"It's dry, watch out for the candles!"

Not far away, the voice of the husband sounded again, and slowly walked in the direction of survival.

Seeing that the groom was getting closer and closer to him, he leaned quietly to the side of the road so that he could keep a certain distance from him.

"Your Excellency."

Regarding the small action of Chengsheng, the husband seemed to be unconscious, and just stared at the cigarette in Chengsheng's hand: "It's very dry this day, you smoke at night, beware of walking in the water." ”

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At the moment when he heard the word 'smoking' from the husband's mouth, Chengsheng's figure flashed, and the whole person instantly rushed forward more than ten meters away.

He turned around and saw the man standing still, laughing and laughing, but not catching up.

Just like the male monk before him.

This thing, it seems that you can't shake it off....

After realizing this, Cheng Huo did not dare to flee to the Flying Sand Gang station again.

After all, the Flying Sand Gang members are just mortals.

Bringing the 'things that are pestering him' to the Flying Sand Gang station will only kill all his subordinates, but will not help.

In desperation, Chengsheng thought of fleeing to the Song family again.

After all, only with the heritage of the Song family, it is possible to subdue the unknown existence.

But before he could take action, he suddenly realized a very serious problem:

In the ghost mother city.

More than ninety percent of mortals with cultivation talent are locked up in the 'mortal dungeon' for cultivators to extract the 'power of pain'.

The rest of the mortals, who did not have the talent for cultivation, had to work every day.

Ploughing, transporting, cooking, tailoring .... Almost all the work in the ghost mother city is taken care of by mortals.

Because they don't need to work, the children of the big family are addicted to the sound of dogs and horses almost all day long.

Even at night, the children of the family are not looking for flowers and willows, but on the way to find flowers and willows....

Therefore, the nightlife of the ghost mother city is extremely rich.

But at this moment, not a single living person was to be seen on the street.

And that's not all.

The whole city was quiet, a little too eerie.

It's as if the city is completely empty....

Thinking of this, there is a guess about survival:

Is it possible that he was not entangled by a certain being, but fell into a certain illusion at the beginning?

It is precisely because it is a fantasy that when I run on the streets of the Ghost Mother City alive, I never see the living person.

When you think about it, everything makes sense.

As for where is the entrance to this illusion....

On the street, Cheng Huo turned around and decisively ran in the direction of the Song family's 'mortal dungeon'.

Not surprisingly, it is likely that he fell into this 'cigarette fantasy' at the moment he walked out of the 'mortal dungeon'.

Therefore, the entrance and exit of the 'mortal dungeon' is very likely to be the exit of this illusion!

Right!

It must be so!

With this thought in mind, Chengsheng ran all the way, and soon fled back to the entrance of the 'mortal dungeon'.

Entrance.

The male monk who had given the living cigarette was now gone, and only a half-burned cigarette butt remained in place.

Cheng Huo glanced at the cigarette butts on the ground, ignored them, and just walked into the 'mortal dungeon'....

The next second.

He felt the world spin for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself being carried by a man in black on his shoulder, rushing forward.

Not far from him.

The two monks, a man and a woman, were also carried by the two men in black and rushed forward.

Seeing that Chengsheng was awake, the black-clothed man carrying him was suddenly startled, and even threw Chengsheng's entire body to the ground.

The man in black who was in charge of resisting the survival had a hint of puzzlement in his tone: "It's weird.... The old man's eyes, even the two fetal monks in the dungeon will be tricked, and this person is said to have only been in the worship period, but he woke up inexplicably, so how did he wake up? ”

"I don't know." Another man in black said: "But he can't run away anyway, let's just ask." ”

As he spoke, he raised his foot and kicked it on Chenghuo's waist....

"Click"!

With the sound of bones shattering, the moment the man in black raised his foot, he felt an inexplicably powerful force attacking his right foot.

In the next second, he fell to the ground and wailed.

And the initiator of all this survived, and slowly stood up from the ground, and his body was full of evil energy.

Seeing this scene, the man in black showed a frightened expression: "You.... Are you a demon? ”

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a demon."

Cheng Huo said, stretching out his right hand again with lightning speed, and clenched it into a fist.

With his movements, the black-clothed man carrying two monks, a man and a woman, had his right leg pinched to pieces.

The three men in black fell to the ground screaming.

"Be quieter!"

The sound of being alive is not loud, but it works.

As soon as he said this, the three black shadow men did not dare to make any more sounds, even though they could endure the sharp pain in their legs.

Seeing that the three of them shut up, Cheng Sheng asked, "What are the 'old man's eyes' you just said?" ”