Why the blood is brought back to heaven will not be mentioned at this time.

Speaking of the ink knife, he was being escorted by Di Luo at this time and taken to the Dushi Hall.

The hall is splendid. The red brick paving road under the feet, and the gold tile eaves on the head. It's just that the road is very red, red purple, red makes people tremble. It is like blood spilled, like a soul built and condensed, but that blood is whose blood is it, and whose soul is that soul......

There was no word all the way, and when he was young, the ink knife was taken to the dungeon.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a dungeon, but it is more appropriate to describe it as a cave. A mountain, a mountain located at the end of the Watashido, that mountain is different from others, overgrown with barren grass, dead branches and broken leaves, I have to describe it, but it is more appropriate to use a grave. A huge tomb......

Directly in front of the 'tomb', a huge iron gate stood. On the iron gate, strange pictures are depicted, like runes and statues. Just looking at the paintings, Modao felt a chill, as if the next moment, a lonely ghost with tears on his face would come out from behind the door and tell him his grievances.

"Go inside, the two you're looking for are inside. Di Luo said, pushing the ink knife into the 'grave'. With a bang, the iron door was locked by Di Luo with immortal power. "Give me a good look at him, and besides, no one is allowed to talk nonsense about today's events. Dillor warned the immortal who was guarding the dungeon.

Just escorting a mortal to the dungeon, Di Luo didn't have to give too many orders, but in order to beware of the immortal master, Di Luo had to be cautious.

The iron door was locked, and the dungeon was instantly dark. There was no illumination, and the ink knife only moved slowly with its senses.

The cave was cold and cold, and from time to time a few drops of water fell from above, making a ticking sound.

"Who? who is it, help me, please help me!" suddenly a miserable voice came. After that, the sound was like a fuse, instantly igniting the dungeon.

"I was wronged, I didn't kill people, let me out, let me out!"

"Another newcomer is coming, come over and let me see, whether it's a man or a woman. ”

"Xian, one day we will destroy you, one day!hahaha......" Behind the iron bar, one by one the figures struggled and roared.

Some people are laughing, some people are crying. Voices came from the rooms of the dungeon, like ghosts crying, like ghosts complaining......

Didn't care about those voices, the ink knife was not a savior, never was. In the end, what does it matter if a stranger lives or dies? At this moment, Modao just wants to find Niu Niu as soon as possible, and the woman whose name he still doesn't know.

Walking slowly in the dungeon, the dim and dark environment made the ink knife unable to judge the time, on the way, the ink knife saw many dry bones, countless stumps and broken arms, some of those bones were still very fresh, as if they had just died, but there was no trace of blood on the bones, a trace of flesh.

didn't care too much, the ink knife only thought that these people were killed by the immortals, after all, in the ink knife cognition, the immortals would always come up with tricks to kill mortals for fun.

Time passed minute by minute, and I don't know how long it took, finally, Modao saw Niu Niu and the woman in a corner cell.

The child's heart is simple after all, in the face of such an environment, Niuniu's face is still smiling, at this time is squatting on the ground with a stone picked up from nowhere to write and draw, from time to time to make a few soft sounds.

And the woman sat in the corner of the cell, clasping her knees with her hands, burying her head deep, deep, like an ostrich, and she never wanted to believe that it was true...... It's just that she knows that this is true after all, because her body is constantly shaking, and she is afraid, afraid to face the unknown danger.

Seeing them, Modao stepped forward quickly, trying to open the cell door and rush in. But at this time, Modao realized that he didn't have the key to his cell.

From the very beginning, Mo Dao was puzzled why the immortal was so perfunctory, just locked himself in a dungeon, not in a dungeon's cell.

If the knife is there, the ink knife can easily break through the prison door built by the iron bar, but at this time, the knife is no longer there, and the ink knife is helpless in the face of the iron bar door with the thickness of the wrist.

At this time, just as the ink knife was worried about how to open the iron bar, Niuniu's voice suddenly came.

"Uncle, why are you here?" Niuniu jumped to the prison door, the smile on her face was from the heart, she really wanted to ink the knife.

Niuniu's voice not only reached Modao's ears, but the woman was also awakened.

Looking up, the woman's already unusually thin face was even thinner at this time, her cheeks were deep-set, and her eyes were protruding, like a dry bone. The woman walked quickly to the cell door, her hands clutching the iron bar, and staring at the ink knife viciously. It was a hateful gaze.

"Why! Why bother us!" the woman asked, growling. She was resenting, resenting the appearance of the ink knife, resenting the ink knife for affecting her. She decided that it must be because of the appearance of the ink knife that she would be caught by the immortals.

The woman didn't want to have anything to do with the ink knife, but Niuniu was persistent, and the woman had no choice but to take the ink knife. Originally, he planned to drive the ink knife away at dawn, but who knew that the immortal appeared, and what was even more terrifying was that the ink knife actually killed the immortal. At that moment, the woman knew that she was finished, and Niuniu was finished.

Originally, the woman planned to throw down the ink knife and escape with Niuniu, fleeing to the ends of the earth, but Niuniu didn't follow at the beginning of the day, she had to save the ink knife, crying and making trouble, and even said that if she didn't save the ink knife, she wouldn't want to save her sister. But where could the woman at that time still care about Niuniu crying, she hugged Niuniu around her waist and escaped from home. However, as soon as they escaped from the town, they were chased by Di Luo and taken to the dungeon.

Immortal cultivators, martial arts practitioners, once they have the slightest relationship with these people, they will be in trouble. This is a truth that women have always known and always believed.

"Why! Why bother us!" the woman's face was filled with tears, even if she was imprisoned in the dungeon, the woman had never cried, but at this moment she cried, and the grievances in her heart had finally found someone to vent.

Faced with the woman's questioning, Modao didn't know how to answer. Bowing his head, a trace of guilt flashed in his heart. Mo Dao knew in his heart that if it weren't for his appearance, although it was hard, this pair of sisters would not face such a dangerous situation now.

"Uncle, come in, it's dangerous outside. Niu Niu said suddenly. At the same time, with a soft sound, the cell door was opened by Niu Niu from the inside, but the cell door only opened a gap, and the woman closed it.

"Get out, get out of the way, get out of the way as far as possible, and don't show up in front of us. "Women don't want to have anything to do with the ink knife anymore, even for a minute and a second.

"Sister, what are you doing, let your uncle come in, the bad guys should appear in a while. Niuniu's voice was eager.

Without speaking, the woman slammed the cell door and stared coldly at the ink knife, her eyes full of hatred and a hint of fear. Something seemed to be slowly approaching her.