Nalan Chunxiao's face in the portrait is very thin, and it should have been a very difficult time.

Seeing this, Han Tu frowned, and his doubts in his heart became even worse. No matter how he guessed, he still couldn't guess why Nalan Chunxiao was held hostage by mortals.

His eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at the pale young man beside him. Since he dared to participate in the kidnapping of immortal cultivators, it showed that he had a certain amount of courage and intelligence. Therefore, after seeing Han Tu's inexplicable expression, he had already guessed the latter's identity.

"You...... Are you an immortal cultivator?"

Han Tu's eyes were like torches, and suddenly the young man felt like falling into an ice cave.

"No, you can't hurt me! You care about her, right? If you dare to hurt me, I'll have someone kill him?"

After hearing what the young man said, Han Tu felt amused. People are divided into three, six, nine, and so are the bad guys. Now that he has been reduced to handing out leaflets, even if he has some guts, what can he do?

When the young man saw Han Tu's playful smile, his heart suddenly felt cold, and he understood that his death was coming. But like that, he still plans to make a final attempt.

"You! If you don't kill me, I'll take you to her!"

After hearing such words, Han Tu, who was in a very complicated mood, suddenly burst out laughing. He shook the leaflet in his hand, and then spat out two words in the young man's suddenly realized expression.

"Die......"

The alley was quite secluded, and it might be a few days before the young man's body was discovered. His body remained in a standing position, and he leaned against the wall, looking like a normal person, as if he was tired and resting against the wall. But if one looks closer, they will find that the young man's head has been embedded in the wall......

Han Tu, who had left the alley, did not hesitate at all, and hurried to the place described in the leaflet. But when it was approaching, Han Tu, who had planned to rescue Nalan Chunxiao directly, suddenly stopped. I plan to blend in with the crowd and see what it is, so that Nalan Chunxiao can be restrained against mortals.

The place described in the leaflet is located in the center of the town, on a platform less than a meter above the ground, with several neck-shaped grooves. It seems that what was supposed to be a place for the government to execute felons has now been changed to a place for everyone's amusement.

In the center of the platform was a square iron cage more than a foot long, and Nalan Chunxiao, who Han Tu had been thinking about day and night, was imprisoned inside.

At this time, her face was full of tears, and the dirt on her face flowed down the tears, and it looked like she hadn't taken care of herself for nearly a month. Seeing this scene, Han Tu almost went on a killing spree directly, but when he thought that Nalan Chunxiao would definitely not be restrained for no reason, he forcibly suppressed the killing intent, and planned to see the follow-up development, as well as the reason why Nalan Chunxiao was committed to this.

"Fellow villagers, fellow fathers, all officials and uncles!

A man wearing a mask suddenly appeared on the stage, and in two or three sentences, the atmosphere of the scene was brought to a climax.

"Immortal cultivators, is it really fake, is this kind of legendary thing that only exists right in front of you?"

"It looks like a bluff, it can't be a parallel import, right?"

Not all of them were convinced, but some were skeptical.

"I said, you're not going to just grab a girl and lock her up in it, are you?

"That's right! No matter what, the behavior of the strong stick girl is not allowed by the world, Bai Zhutou, you quickly bring him to justice!"

The middle-aged man known as the white catcher was standing aside in a slightly different color service from the catcher, and looked at the noisy people around him with a smile, as if he was winning.

"Everyone!"

Just when the people around him made an endless stream of noises, the people on the stage suddenly shouted and attracted everyone's attention.

"What is an immortal cultivator? Far beyond ordinary people, a person who pursues eternal life is an immortal cultivator. After clearing this level, we can know that their physical fitness is far superior to ours!"

As he spoke, he took out a bundle of leather whips from behind his waist, and while unfolding them, he whipped Nalan Chunxiao's body along the gap in the iron cage, making a crackling sound.

Suddenly, white scars with a little blood stains appeared on Nalan Chunxiao's white and flawless skin, which looked extra dazzling.

Seeing this, Han Tu frowned, although he knew that this kind of attack would not have much effect on immortal cultivators, he still felt very unhappy, and the killing intent that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to be about to burst out.

Whew, Han Tu exhaled, for the sake of the overall situation, he still decided to be patient and see what kind of action the other party would make.

The scars on Nalan Chunxiao's body came and went quickly, and they had recovered as before in a blink of an eye. In this way, everyone finally believed that the person in front of them was indeed the legendary immortal cultivator.

"Keep beating it! We'll give you the money!"

"That's right, this kind of thing is rare, it's worth it, haha!"

"That is, these inexplicable creatures may hurt us one day, take advantage of their illness, and make them sick!

Hearing this, Han Tu was not so angry. His gaze was cold, sweeping over the mortals around him.

At this moment, he seemed to understand a truth.

and if they are not of my people, their hearts will be different.

For mortals, immortal cultivators are undoubtedly monsters that look the same as mortals. For them, immortal cultivators are not counted as their kind.

In this way......

Han Tu rarely smiled.

No matter what the immortal cultivator does, it's understandable, right?

The saying that the hearts of people who are not of my clan must be different is true for mortals, and it is also true for immortal cultivators......

"Everyone, please be quiet, I worked hard to capture this immortal cultivator just to make it perform. Now, whoever wants to see the immortal dharma puts the silver in the cloth bag of my attendant. If you don't want to see it, you can leave on your own!"

Having said that, since everyone came here for the sake of immortal cultivators, they naturally wouldn't leave easily after confirming that the other party had immortal cultivators.

As soon as the man on the stage finished speaking, several sturdy men appeared around him, all dressed in uniform clothes, all of them covered their entire bodies with black cloth clothes. They came to the crowd with huge sacks and motioned for them to throw the silver taels in.

This is the same as street showmanship, those who have money hold a money field, and those who don't have money touch a personal field, so the amount of silver invested by everyone is also uneven. The most had a thousand taels of silver, but the few had only a pitiful piece of loose silver.