South Zhanbu Continent, Lion Camel Country.

The scorched black earth, withered trees full of crows, open with hungry eyes.

The mountains were ghostly in the night, and the firelight from the holes scattered throughout the mountains echoed the stars in the sky.

Battleships cruised back and forth.

On the ground, countless demon soldiers carried torches back and forth. The crash of the nails became the main theme of the night.

Further down there are cobweb-like underground passages.

The entire mountain range was hollowed out and turned into a massive fortress.

This is the world of red and black, red is fire and blood, and black is the scorched black land, the cold light of the armor, and the hideous faces of hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers.

In the midst of the dayless prison somewhere in this vast fortress, the fire, the shackles, the damp tiles, the pungent stench, the thick stain of blood that could be felt when stepped on barefoot......

In the interplay of light and shadow, the monkey slowly raised his head and looked at the crocodile spirit standing in front of him.

Grinning, he laughed slowly.

"What are you laughing at!" he raised his whip and slammed the crocodile spirit into the monkey's body, cracking the skin open.

The pain came, the monkey raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened, the green tendons burst out, his mouth grinned to the extreme, and he gritted his teeth tightly, but he was stunned and did not scream.

The pipa bones had been locked, and their hands and feet were shackled and tightly tied to the torture rack. At this moment, the injuries on his body could only be described as blurred flesh and blood, and he couldn't tell where the torn clothes were and where the flesh was turned up.

The sound of chains clashing from the constant struggle echoed through the cell.

Bean-sized beads of sweat slowly slipped down his forehead.

Finally, a breath finally came out of his mouth, and slowly spread in the firelight. The tense muscles up and down the body instantly relaxed, as if they had been drained of all strength.

If you untie the chain at this moment, you will probably collapse to the ground in an instant.

With his head down, he coughed incessantly, drops of blood splashing out in the cloudy breath.

After a while, he finally recovered his strength, and when he looked up again, he still had that contemptuous smile.

"How dare you laugh!" raised the leather whip, and the crocodile spirit whipped one whip after another, and kept whinging.

In the depths of the prison, the white frost, the bull's head, the big red, the fat intestine, and the black tail listened quietly holding the railing, and all of them showed a look of horror on their faces.

However, there was still no scream of the monkey, no, to be precise, there was the laughter of the monkey, and the laughter was carried away, as if it had gone mad.

At the end of the laugh, it turned into a violent cough, as if I was going to cough out all my lungs. Only his voice remained in the entire cell.

Not only the monkeys, but also the dozens of little demons imprisoned in the prison all showed frightened expressions.

Holding the leather whip, the crocodile spirit panted and looked at the mad monkey in front of him, with a stunned expression.

It had been ten days, ten days of tormenting him, and yet, the monkey had not begged for mercy. Even the crocodile spirit who has dealt with countless of these deserter demons is a little incomprehensible.

The lizard spirit quietly walked up to the crocodile spirit and whispered, "Boss, it's not too early." ”

"Okay, let's go back first. Pointing at the monkey, the crocodile spirit said viciously: "You'd better laugh like this tomorrow!"

......

The door to the prison opened, and the two jailers threw the monkey directly to White Frost, and closed the door with a "clang."

"Monkey!" a terrible cry came as White Frost crawled up to the monkey and hugged him, tears streaming down his face.

The bull head, the big red, the fat intestine, and the black tail also gathered one by one, and the rest of the little demons squatted far away one by one, looking at the monkey cautiously. In this pitch-black space, only a pair of dark eyes remained.

"Are you alright?" asked the bull head, trembling slightly.

"Is it all right?" cried out White Frost, hugging the monkey tightly and not allowing anyone to touch it.

The moonlight outside the stone window shone on the two of them.

The monkey in his arms was in a trance, as if he would pass out as soon as he closed his eyes.

The demons looked at each other one by one.

Stroking the monkey's face, White Frost whispered, "Monkey...... Why are you so stupid, why are you fighting him?"

"We have to ...... Stay alive. The monkey said intermittently, "Deserter...... It's a death sentence, if I don't ...... Fight with him, and he will kill him directly...... We ......"

All the demons had red-eyed eyes, looked at the monkey, and couldn't say a word.

"But...... But ......"

"Don't be afraid......" the monkey whispered, holding the hand of the white frost, "we will be able to ...... Those who get out alive must ...... Yes. Certain...... There is a way...... Get out alive...... Live a ...... How to ...... We still have to go back to Wanshou Mountain alive......"

At the end, even the white frost who was hugging him so tightly that he couldn't hear it clearly.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, he said it to himself......

Sunrise and sunset.

Every day, the crocodile spirit comes early to take the monkey away. Leather whips, soldering irons, all kinds of criminal laws he could think of, all used on monkeys.

Every day, the prison is filled with the angry scolding of crocodile spirits, but there is never the scream of a monkey.

In the evening, the tired crocodile spirit will leave with his men.

Whenever the monkey is about to die, the crocodile spirit will "mercifully" reward the monkey with an elixir to prolong his life.

All the little demons in the prison seemed to have been forgotten, and even the jailer's attention was all on the monkey. On the one hand, he can't be allowed to die, and on the other hand, he tries all kinds of ways to torture him day and night.

However, even so, as the days passed, the crocodile spirit still failed to make the monkey succumb, so that he himself was a little suspicious.

"Boss, are you still going today?"

The crocodile spirit's brows furrowed tightly, and he hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded and said, "Go." ”

Standing in the damp cell, he silently watched as the monkeys hung like a mess of mud on a wooden shelf, looking feebly at his own monkeys.

Every inch of skin is covered with scars.

Old wounds are new, the wounds are healed and then torn again, sprinkled with salt, they are cured when they are dying, and the wounds are torn open again when they are healed...... And so on and so forth.

"Is it interesting?" the crocodile spirit picked up the monkey's chin with a leather whip and said expressionlessly, "I apologize to Lao Tzu and give you a good time." ”

The monkey grinned, "But I want to live......"

"You're going to be worse off than dead. ”

"That's better than dying. The monkey laughed heavily, and looked at the crocodile spirit feebly, as if he were stupid.

The crocodile spirit took a deep breath, he wanted to be angry, but the anger that had accumulated in the desert for half a year had already been vented in the past half a month. At this moment, he couldn't even get angry.

Reaching out his hand, the lizard spirit quickly handed the crocodile spirit a dagger. Holding the dagger, the crocodile spirit stabbed into the monkey's elbow little by little, slowly slicing away.

Blood dripped down the blade.

The monkey watched silently, frowning and clenching his teeth as the pain reached the depths. The sweat poured down, but there was still no intention of admitting it.

"What's the point of living like this?" the crocodile spirit held the dagger, little by little, and looked at the monkey and cried, "You will only rot here in the end, it is better to die." ”

"No...... I have to live. Hey, hey, hey. The monkey coughed so hard that his lungs were about to come out, and he trembled slightly and said, "I have to ...... I have to live. ”

There were tears in those eyes.

Hearing this, the crocodile spirit violently forced, and the dagger directly pierced the monkey's arm and nailed it directly to the torture rack.

The green tendons suddenly burst out, the monkey's eyes widened, its mouth opened wide, and drops of spit slipped from between its teeth, but it did not make a sound.

The fist was clenched tightly and trembling.

The sound of chains clanging was heard again in the prison.

After days of tossing, I'm probably tired. This time, no one expected to hear any screams, just stared at the mad monkey with blank faces.

"Boss, it's not a way to go on like this. Otherwise, forget it and cut it directly. Save the waste of pills. ”

The crocodile spirit quietly looked at the monkey for a long time, and slowly laughed. He reached out and patted the monkey's face and said, "Don't you want to live? However, how long you can live depends on your own ability. ”

After that, he glanced at the prison where Bai Shuang and the others were, and said, "In the past few days, let them have a good life and recuperate." Raise a look and send it to the gladiatorial arena. ”

"No!" replied the jailer on the side, bowing to him.

Hearing this, the little demons in the prison widened their eyes one by one.

"Gladiatorial ...... Field. ”

"It's over, in the end, it's still going to die. Big Red tilted his head and leaned against the railing of the cell.

Turning around, the crocodile spirit walked out of the prison with his men.

The monkey stared feebly at the back, his eyes glazed over.