Looking at eight hundred, the stele is like a wall. Three thousand longitudinal ground, white bones bamboo.

Baizhu Mountain is a mass grave, nameless tombstones can be seen everywhere, and no graves and dry bones occupy all over the mountain.

The dark red leaves in the shape of blood droplets spread a thick layer on the ground, and walking in them is as disgusting as walking through the blood plasma.

In addition to the white is red, white is white, red is the blood tree, and the sound of the wailing of the soul slowly surrounds with the breeze, hovering in the ears inexhaustibly, lingering.

If it weren't for the sixteen-character inscription tablet under the mountain as a guide, it would be hard to imagine that there would be a sect stationed here, and even more unimaginable is that this sect would still belong to a famous and decent family!

In the silence of the mountains, there was only the regular sound of hoes and gouging the ground, and when I looked into the past, I saw an old man in a shroud with a belt on his head, shaped like dry bones, digging a pit, and beside him were piles of white bones.

I don't know if he dug it up, or if he wanted to help bury this group of ghosts in the wilderness.

"The body is old, and I can't dig it......"

The old man sighed in a low voice, not knowing whether to sigh for himself or for the unforgiving years, or for the mountains of nameless bones.

The cloudy eyes were dull, and the thin and shriveled fingers were like ghost claws, and the old man put down his hoe and sat down on the pile of bones to rest.

The old man, who was looking up at the sky and feeling the memory, suddenly took out a palm-sized delicate bone box from his arms as if he remembered something, opened the lid of the box, and the old man carefully took out an object from it.

Countless pairs of feet were born next to the dark red body with the thickness of the index finger, and the dark red tentacles on the top of the head shook as if sensing the external environment, and the dark red centipede that was gently pinched by the old man writhed uneasily in the fingertips, and let out an unwilling low roar.

"It's just the beginning......"

"Ahem, you said let's start with it. The old man coughed lightly twice, and did not make any rebuttals, but asked with the happy expression of a gourmand tasting food, "Do you think you are a great tonic?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, the old man shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't you know if you taste it, save that group of little cubs from saying that I love to ask questions and ......."

The centipede seemed to be aware of the tragedy that was about to happen to it, and looked at the approaching dark yellow teeth, writhing its body as hard as it could, and let out a terrible scream.

"Don't don't, you can't do this, please...... Ahh

"Crunch, crunch......"

The thin face rarely showed a happy expression, the old man slowly got up with the bone pile, and gave a comment to the centipede evil creature who worked tirelessly to make a snack for himself: "Remember to sprinkle some salt on yourself in the next life, the taste is too light for me to eat......"

"Click, click......"

The regular sound of hoes and ploughing once again surrounded the silent hills, accompanied by a declarative whisper.

"You've come to the wrong place, you know, this is Baizhu Mountain......

"You've come to the wrong place, you know, this is the Northern Desert Sword City!"

"All this ......"

"Lao Tzu let you start, let you just start!"

On the cross in the interrogation room hung a scrawny half-naked man, who was crucified, and whose palms were slightly open, could clearly see the thick piercing nails deep into his palms, and the shoulder bones and ankle bones in the same state as his palms.

There were countless wounds on his body, whiplashes, knife wounds, burns, and so on.

Some were old wounds that had healed, but there were still sporadic blood scabs on them that had not fallen off, some were new wounds that were slowly flowing out at the moment, and some wounds were rotting and suppurating, and maggots could even be seen wriggling in them, while the abuser opposite him turned a blind eye to them and showed no mercy at all.

The fierce man with the scarface may have been tired, so he casually threw down the soft wicker in his hand, walked to the only table in the room, picked up the water cup and poured it violently, and then ordered the only companion who accompanied him here: "Prepare to save him, let me run out of breath again." ”

The short-haired man sitting at the table shook his head slightly, reluctantly got up and prepared to step forward to heal the abused person, and reminded his companion by the way: "Don't be too ruthless, the city lord's order is to let our brother torture him for half a month, and I'm really afraid that he won't last until that time when you play like this." ”

"Play to the death and pull down, anyway, the city lord will scold us a few words at most. The scar-faced strong man hugged his arm and sneered: "And you don't have to remind me that I have something to do, I have a sense of proportion, I want to kill him now, so what do I use to explain to those one hundred and twenty-eight victimized souls." ”

"It's good that you know. The short-haired man stretched out his fingers, taking advantage of the dark red blood that was constantly flowing, and drew two arcane spells on the chest of the abused.

Watching the spell slowly absorbed by the other party, and feeling the bone-like body being re-energized, the short-haired man returned to his previous seat and suggested to his companion: "It's okay, but the healing effect is not very good, the recovery ability of the weeping blood mark has been weakened too much, you can do it again in an hour." ”

"You have the final say, anyway, as long as you don't die, you have time to play. The strong man shrugged his shoulders, took out a chair and sat down to consult the short-haired man: "I always feel that it is not a matter to fight like this every day, and to relieve qi is to relieve qi, but it will be a little boring after playing for a long time." Anyway, do you have any fun stuff there? How about trying some on him?"

"I'm all gadgets, delicate work, and they shouldn't be suitable for you. The short-haired man shook his head, but still took a wooden box the size of a briefcase from his Sumeru bag and placed it on the table.

When the wooden box was opened, there were all kinds of punishment tools neatly placed inside, such as: a thin willow knife with an index finger, a spider leg drill with barbs at the tip, tweezers for pulling nails, a thin needle used to pierce into a bone or a nail, a soul-calming needle on the soul, a nine-tailed whip, and so on.

Seeing that the hunter was happy, the strong man picked up a soul-calming needle and threw it into the abused person's thigh.

"Ahh......h

The miserable and melodious screams sounded again in the interrogation room, accompanied by the trembling bodies of the abused and trying to hide.

"Good, I like this stuff. The strong man grinned, and was about to take another soul suppression needle as a dart to play, but was stopped by the short-haired man: "You didn't use the soul suppression needle like this, don't you know how to play don't waste things?"

The strong man put the soul suppression needle back into the box and humbly asked for advice: "How do you say to play? ”

"Cheng, let's let him slow down first, and I'll teach you slowly later......"

The above two incidents all happened within a month after the news of the evil things was secretly spread by the Xuantong Academy, of course, they were not the only ones who captured the evil things, but also the cities or sects such as the Royal Beast City, Dongze City, Xuanjian Gate, Qingcheng Mountain, etc.

The most interesting thing is the one captured by Zen Buddhism, at that time, the group of idle and crazy monks were excited, and they took turns to help the evil creatures go up every day, and they were active in queuing up to eat.

The worst one is the one of the Imperial Spirit Sect, not to mention that no one has been harmed, and it has been taken to engage in scientific research......

The group of big brothers who specialize in playing with ghosts also issued a statement to several friendly sects, saying that as long as they find such evil things, they will send them to their homes, and even let them spend money to buy them!

To this end, this group of scientific research maniacs has also developed a new topic, the content of which is mainly how to control the evil things between life and death, and the second research content is that this transformation is irreversible and how it can be applied to themselves.

Then this group of goods also made a special speech, saying that they are very grateful to the Taoist friends who silently gave gifts, and if there is such a good thing again, don't forget them.

The poor evil creature who was caught at that time was almost scared to pee, it had never seen such a ruthless person, not only to outsiders, but also to itself......

Even more unlucky was the one found by Confucianism, who was tied to a pillar and forced to listen to a group of scholars studying, and was also required to recite various poems and songs.

At that time, the evil thing was stupid, this Nima, no one said that the evil thing had to be educated, this made it really not as happy as killing himself with a knife......

Another example is the one that strayed into the sword mound of the Xuanjian Gate, when it was discovered, it was almost moved to tears!

Most of the swords stored in the cairn are remnant swords, or lone swords left behind after the death of their owners.

Ten thousand swords are buried in the mound, and its evil aura is also extraordinary, not to mention the existence of sword spirits in the mound, a small evil thing that is less than a second grade, and after entering, he does not dare to do anything except hide in the corner of the wall and tremble.

So other people's evil things are called arrest, but Xuanjian Gate calls this salvation, if it goes later, maybe it will really let an unhappy sword spirit die......

In Xuantong College, in the dean's room.

The old dean looked at the secret documents about evil things that had been transmitted from the cities of various sects in the past month, and he didn't know what to do, and at the same time, he also came to a conclusion - not all evil things are the same as the little green snake's ability, otherwise the one from the Imperial Spirit Sect would have starved to death a long time ago.

The old dean rubbed his head with a headache, there were a group of ally sects that jumped out of his way, and he really didn't know what to say, but he also knew that these sects were just superficial joy, and in fact, he was afraid that they would have already dispatched people to find out the incident.

"Alas, it's really sad......"

The old dean sighed, closed the papers and threw them aside, looking at the two juniors who were sitting by the tea opposite, playing with card stickers.

"Alas, it's really sad......"

The old dean sighed again, he felt that he needed to prepare a few bottles of 'Quick Acting Heart Saving Pill' in the dean's room, otherwise his heart would be an ironclad pill......

"I said, can you two do something serious?" said the old dean tiredly: "Play cards, just play cards, do you have to play with my eyes? Don't you know that I am working?"

"I'm sorry uncle, disciple, just put the cards away......" Hua Shi Niang adhered to the good custom of honest children who know their mistakes and change them, took off the notes on her face and prepared to start cleaning up the table.

And one of the juniors, Zheng Ziyan, who is the personal disciple of the old dean, asked rhetorically: "Master, do you want to play a few games together? Let's play with our own family, how about ten copper plates as low, and one or two broken silver caps?"

"Okay!" The old dean's eyes lit up, and he realized that it was wrong after agreeing, and immediately changed his words seriously: "Okay, you have something to do, you two go out for me." ”

Zheng Ziyan was extremely surprised: "Alas, do you still have something to do with your old man?"

"It's not nonsense!" the old dean glanced at her, took out twelve letters from the drawer and put them on the table, and said, "You two helped me send these letters to the Eight Sects and the Fourth Courtyard, and there was no movement for a long time, so I just communicated with them at this time." ”

"Huh?"

"Alas, what, go and come back quickly, this time is not peaceful, you two go together, and if something happens, you can take care of it." ”

"Oh......"

“...... Entangled to find the leader of the logistics department, four medium-grade spirit stones, I said hello. ”

"Well, the disciple will set off now and promise to complete the task!"

At this moment, the monk named Zheng Ziyan was full of motivation......