Ye Lingqiang cheered up, where did the poison in Duan Hanyuan's hand come from? This question is no longer important.

At present, it seems that the dose he is using is not too large, and Ye Ling can barely speak.

"I didn't ...... It's okay, let's go back to Syracuse......"

As he spoke, Ye Ling paced and walked forward.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The more Ye Ling walked, the lighter he felt his body, and the snow on the ground turned into soft white floc.

Light and fluttering, without a trace of burden......

"Ye Ling, Ye Ling!"

"Brother Ye!"

Everyone saw Ye Ling fall straight to the ground.

"Don't touch him!" Zhang Bu walked over quickly and turned Ye Ling's body over.

He found that Ye Ling had a shiny thin needle tied around his neck.

The needle was pulled out, and it was stained with a silvery-gray unknown agent.

"Hurry back to Proud Snow City, Ye Ling has been poisoned. Zhang Buyi put his finger on Ye Ling's pulse, "There is still a breath, fortunately." ”

"You guys take him back first, and I'll lead the army back!"

As he spoke, General Hua took out the silver-maned beast, and Ye Ling's companions, with the help of the silver-maned beast, quickly returned to Aoxue City.

............

Ten days later, the country of the mountain ghost clan, the secret dungeon of the clan.

Duan Hanyuan gradually opened his eyes, and the muscles and meridians all over his body seemed to have been torn apart, and the pain was unbearable.

The pain was so real that he realized immediately that he had been saved.

But where is this?

Why are your hands and feet tied?

The sound of rubbing iron sounded in his ears, Duan Hanyuan twisted his head to the left with great effort, and saw a rickety figure in his cell.

"You're finally awake. ”

This voice was low and hoarse, so that Duan Hanyuan recognized his identity as soon as he heard it.

"Grand Boss ......"

"I'm not your big leader, you're from the Hongyuan Empire. ”

Duan Hanyuan's mind was condensed, and he didn't want to play word games with this cunning mountain ghost old man.

"Why did you tie me up?" he asked bluntly.

"Why? Of course, I treated you. ”

When he said the word healing, Duan Hanyuan's sense of smell and taste recovered.

He smelled the pungent smell of blood in this cell.

Twisting his stiff neck, he barely looked underneath him.

He was suspended from a wooden pole, and beneath him was a clay pot filled with blood.

The blood was glowing with wisps of heat, and Duan Hanyuan could ask, there are still some medicinal herbs unique to the Mountain Ghost Country in this pot.

"The method of drawing blood and shaping the body......" he muttered.

"Yes, it looks like you've been studying blood spells a lot lately. ”

Duan Hanyuan ignored him, but continued to turn his head and look to his right.

"This ——!"

His pupils dilated instantly, and he felt a sharp pain in his forehead.

On the right side of his body is the head of an Anthroponian!

Duan Hanyuan knew these people, they were all the elites of the Moyi Building who came to the Mountain Ghost Country with him.

Several of these men and women are the henchmen that Duan Hanyuan has cultivated over the years.

"Hasma, I'm X, you're X!"

"Thankfully, there's no one else here, otherwise you'd have died several times for the crime of 'calling the big chief by his name'. ”

Duan Hanyuan gasped heavily, the wound had just healed, and his throat was dumb after a few words of scolding.

Hasma sat with her back in the shadows, holding a serrated blade in her left hand and a round orb in her right that looked a lot like a Terran head.

Duan Hanyuan's whole body was trembling, and Hasma turned around, holding a freshly peeled apple in his hand.

"Why are you tying me up?" he asked again.

"Why? The big leader sneered, "Thanks to you people, a quarter of the territory of the Mountain Ghost Country will be lost, and for the sake of my thousands of tribes, I should also sue for peace with the Hongyuan Empire." ”

Duan Hanyuan fell into the ice cave in an instant, and in order to get the ancient stone plate of the Mountain Ghost Country, the exchange condition between him and Hasma was to capture the Hongyuan Empire and obtain the national lineage of the Hongyuan Empire for the mountain ghosts.

Of course, Duan Hanyuan is not sincere in cooperating, and there is still the next layer of conspiracy hidden in Duan Hanyuan, which will not be mentioned here for the time being.

Suing peace with the Hongyuan Empire meant that he would never get his hands on the Ancient Stone Plate.

In this way, the powerful being in the void will give up on himself......

"No, I Duan Hanyuan can't die like an ant!" he shouted in his heart.

Hasma took a bite of the apple, and her sharp teeth left bloody marks on the apple, "In addition, in order to show our sincerity, we will also hand you over to the Hongyuan Empire to dispose of." ”

As soon as a sentence came out, Duan Hanyuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Handing it over to the Hongyuan Empire is equivalent to handing it over to Duan Weishan.

How could his younger brother spare himself?

In fact, Duan Hanyuan was not afraid of death, but he never wanted to die without dignity, it was not okay to be humiliated and tortured to death by his younger brother, and in the chaos, it was not okay to die like an ant.

"We still have a chance. Duan Hanyuan said.

"Shut up, you've told me every time that you have a chance, and this time you directly bury tens of thousands of my kindred, don't you think it's enough?" Hasma said as he ate, and there was no regret in his tone at all.

"But Ye Ling is dead!" he said.

Hasma's movements froze slightly, Duan Hanyuan noticed this slight change, and then continued: "Before that Ye Ling arrived, our offensive was very smooth. ”

"That time we used the beast to refine the flying head, if Ye Ling didn't get it, we could attack Aoxue City!"

Hasma narrowed her eyes.

"Try again, Ye Ling is dead!"

The Grand Leader began to hesitate, stood up, and paced back and forth in the cell.

A flash of light flashed in Duan Hanyuan's eyes, and the ugly ghost hand began to quietly rub the rope with his fingernails.

"What are your hands doing?" asked Hasma, standing in the shadows.

Duan Hanyuan hurriedly stopped his movements, "It's nothing, I'm thirsty, do you have water?"

"Don't try to make a small move. "The Great Leader is still cautious.

"You think too much, give me a drink, if I die of thirst, I can't send my corpse to negotiate peace, right?"

Hasma was also a little upset at this time, Ye Ling's death was indeed good news.

His heart is also unwilling to seek peace.

Picking up his own bowl of water on the ground, this honorable chief has not handed water to others for a long time.

"Thank you. Duan Hanyuan said softly, his eyes flashed fiercely, and the rope buckle in his hand was instantly broken.

He suffered from Ye Ling's slow recitation of the mantra, and he had already prepared the spell before Hasma's arrival.

I saw Duan Hanyuan wave his hand lightly, and the clear water in Hasma's hand instantly turned into a long ice thorn, piercing Hasma's eyebrows.

The next moment, Duan Hanyuan knew Hasma's ability, and used those ghost hands to stab Hasma's heart.

With a strain in his hand, he felt a mass of something explode in his hand.

This high-powered mountain ghost leader didn't expect that he would die at Duan Hanyuan's hands for no apparent reason.

Bang, bang.

Outside the cell, the heavy footsteps of elite jailers could be heard.

Duan Hanyuan was very weak now, and the sneak attack on Hasma was purely a life-saving move, and even he didn't expect it to succeed.

The jailers must have heard the movement, and their steps became more and more hurried!

After a few breaths, they came in.