There is a deathly silence in the Nanhuang Castle at night, although the outside of the castle is close to the rushing Ganges River, but the heavy stone wall isolates everything from the outside world, and only sporadic moonlight can penetrate through the windows on the stone wall.

There are braziers or torches lit everywhere in the castle, but they can't illuminate Taiyuan, because all the rooms and corridors here are made of stones, which seems a little low and congested, and the sporadic fires can't shine too far at all, on the contrary, too many torches will make the air more turbid and thin, so only a few torches can be inserted in the key rooms and corridors to illuminate, and people are carrying torches and oil lamps to shuttle through it on weekdays.

In the corridor on the ground floor of the castle, moss had grown between the cracks on the damp stone walls, and it was wet and slippery to the touch, and the two soldiers walked forward quickly along the bright light on the wall. The faces of the two of them were covered with a layer of black cloth, only a pair of cold eyes leaked out, and the breath exhaled from the mouth and nose instantly atomized into the air.

At the door of a room at the end of the corridor, with two rapid knocks, a pair of bloodshot eyes appeared through the window of the wooden door, and the soldier removed the black cloth from his face, held the oil lamp in his hand, and illuminated his face.

"Open the door, there are a few people up there. The soldier urged impatiently.

Soon the door was opened, and two soldiers entered the room, and after a while the two came out again, except that there were six more naked men in the middle of them, and the corridor was dim, and it was impossible to see their appearances, but it could be seen that all six men were as withered as if they were lifeless. The man's hands and feet were chained, and the hoops were wrapped in thick strips of cloth, which seemed to be many years, and the chains on his feet dragged on the stone slabs on the ground, making a tinkling sound in the empty corridor, which seemed long and hollow.

"Hurry up, your hard days are over. The soldier in the back urged. While kicking the naked man in front of him with his foot, the man stumbled forward and almost fell, but fortunately the back of a person in front of him blocked it, and he barely stood up. The soldiers at the front made their way down the corridor by the light of the oil lamps.

There were a few wails from time to time in the door behind him, as if someone was singing softly, but soon, with a heavy sound, the door closed, and all that remained in the hallway was the tinkling of chains. All the way down into the darkness of the hallway.

"Ah...... Kill me, kill me, please!" the man cried out incessantly, his tone full of despair and pleading, his hideous face as if he were struggling in the flames of hell, and if it weren't for the fact that his limbs were fixed to the table, he would have torn himself apart by now.

"You're poisoned, I'm saving you, if you bear with me for a while, I'll be able to revive you soon!" the old ghost sneered and looked at the man in pain. He turned his head and looked at the glass container behind him.

I saw that the blood in the container continued to flow along the glass tube, and little by little it flowed down the leather tube into the wound on the man's hand, and in his other hand, the same wound. But the blood was flowing outward little by little, all the way to the bucket on the ground, drop by drop. It quickly filled most of the barrels.

As time passed, the man's struggle became lighter and lighter, and the sound of pain was gone. Groggy and groggy, he collapsed weakly on the bed, still muttering to himself, but he couldn't hear clearly.

The old ghost walked forward, carefully examining the man's expression, skin, eyes, tongue, he carefully looked at it inch by inch, as if he was looking at a work of art, the expression on his face became more and more excited, and the corners of his mouth showed a smug smile.

Finally, he moved his gaze to the wound in the man's abdomen, where he had operated during the day, the wound had been stitched up and simply covered with a white cloth.

"Well, I said, I'll cure you, you see, you don't have pain now, feel comfortable. The old ghost did not look at the man's face, but said as he examined the wound in the man's abdomen.

"You...... You...... Kill ......" the man exhausted, struggling to raise his head, there was no gratitude in his eyes, there was only hatred and fear, "Kill...... Finish...... Me!"

"Yo, you can't die, at least not now, otherwise, what a waste!" The old ghost raised his head proudly, turned and walked to the wall behind him, another man was tied upside down against the wall, his whole body had become cold, and there was also a tube inserted in his arm, but the blood in it had dried up.

The picked off a piece of white cloth covering the man's face with his foot, "Look, in order to save you, I drained all his blood, if you die now, wouldn't you still waste his blood?!"

The man slowly turned his head sideways, and when he saw a cold corpse clearly through the dim light, his face suddenly changed, as if he had been pierced by a sharp sword, and the muscles on his face were even tighter, and his sad expression made him scream silently, and he could only let out a few faint "brother...... Brother ......"

"Hehe, how good, if it weren't for you two brothers, how could I have completed my real life, it's not a loss to be a brother, the blood is completely cooperative, I have failed so many times before, and today I finally succeeded!" The old ghost laughed wildly, but the man on the table could only be hideous, his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound of electric transformation, and the wound in his abdomen, the blood was penetrating out little by little.

A few quick knocks interrupted the old ghost's wild laughter, and he walked to the door, opened the window and looked out.

I saw a masked sergeant standing in the doorway, the oil lamp in his hand flickering on and off.

"I've brought you the person you want, open the door!" the sergeant urged.

"Alright, bring everyone in. The old ghost opened the door as he spoke, and the sergeant entered the room with six naked men, hooded each of them, and pushed them against the corners.

"Young master, let me ask, okay?" the sergeant looked at the man on the table and looked at the old ghost with a numb expression.

"It's done, now there is a lack of blood, you tell the young master, tomorrow you can detoxify the god king, let him rest assured. The old ghost smiled coldly.

The sergeant nodded, and the two turned and left the room.

The old ghost carefully looked at the six men on the ground, took out a knife from the wall behind him, and said to himself, "Look at which of you is so lucky to be able to detoxify the God King, hehe." ”

"Oh! no!" several screams came from the room.

The two sergeants looked at each other and hurried towards the distance. (To be continued......)