"How is that possible?"

"That person is not dead, he is still in Yueyang City!"

Dao Dao gasped, tonight Xia Yuan is not shocking swearing.

Such a terrifying answer is like a gust of cold wind with snow blowing through the Yingshui River in an instant, and the cold frost is piercing to the heart, making people shiver from the inside out. No one thinks about the truth of this statement, because it is beyond everyone's conjecture and beyond the comprehension of many.

They couldn't understand why such a crucial figure was still staying in the dangerous territory of the Tang Dynasty and hiding in Yueyang City despite the catastrophe.

Who is he?

Since that person is still alive and unnoticed for many years, it is likely that he has changed his face and floated in the vast sea of people, just like the previous Jianghu people who suddenly "came back from the dead". Now, without the hint of someone in the know, it is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack to find him. However, it is at this critical moment that is itching and waiting for the answer to be gradually revealed. King Yueyang on the high platform suddenly waved his hand, extinguished the big red candle in the furnace in front of him, and shouted in a deep voice: "The wind is high tonight, Yingshui is cold, this king has been tired and weak recently, and his body has been weak, so tonight's Yingshui night banquet will end here." After that, he turned his gaze to the big boat in the southwest of the river, looked at the more than 1,000 Taoists holding silver swords and the prisoners in the iron cage, and then shouted: "Since there is a holy master and an edict, this king has to respect, and your life can be recorded for the time being." But things can no longer be done, it is easy to take a life in troubled times, it is difficult to live, this king hopes that you can do it yourself!"

The two words were said in one go, and he snorted.

Without waiting for anyone to answer, and without waiting for anyone to react to the deep meaning of these words, King Yueyang threw his sleeves behind him and strode along the carved dragon staircase of the high platform. The decisiveness of this attitude is not to give the listener a buffer time at all, and directly extinguish the lights that illuminate the clouds of doubt in the field. Obviously, King Yueyang was afraid of Xia Yuan's hand and knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger. And the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed dramatically with his words, embarrassing and cold, as if a fire that had just burned in the cold winter was suddenly doused with a basin of water for no reason, inexplicable and unexpected. It feels like this King of Yueyang is deliberately avoiding this big secret, or is he afraid to face this fact?

Xia Yuan cast a contemptuous gaze on the high platform, acquiesced in King Yueyang's choice, and no longer spoke provocatively. Wu Yan lay down lazily with her calves crossed, the crystal moonlight sprinkled on his charming face showing a trace of nostalgia, she looked at Xia Yuan's majestic figure, and her eyes seemed to be brewing deep thoughts.

Southwest, big ship. The white-haired old Taoist led by him glanced at the sturdy Taoist beside him. The sturdy Taoist immediately came to his senses, turned around and pointed the silver sword to the sky, and shouted: "Return to the sheath, release the person!"

"Let go!"

"Wow..."

“......”

As the words fell, the thousands of Pure Yang disciples behind the Zhuang Shi Daoist almost shouted at the same time, let go of the palace guards they were holding, and quickly returned the silver sword to the sheath with a sword flower. Immediately after, some of the Daoists quickly dispersed towards the surrounding cages. Breaking the iron lock, opening the iron prison, a group of three or five people has a very tacit understanding, like a drill earlier, thousands of iron cages are only within ten breaths, and they are all beaten.

One after another...

The ragged people in the cage were all stripped of their shackles and strips of cloth, and they were rescued from the cage one by one. The whole process was quiet and noisy, although it was the aftermath of the catastrophe, but these rescued Jianghu people were not as ecstatic or crying as they imagined. Some of them held on to the railing of the iron cage and looked up at the night sky, pondering something. Some of them silently walked to the bow of the boat, looking at the sluggishness of the night banquet. Everything seemed so quiet, even surprisingly quiet.

"What's wrong with them?"

“......”

Looking at this group of people who have three souls and no seven spirits, the people in the rivers and lakes at the banquet all found that something seemed to be wrong, and they couldn't help but wonder.

"Uncle Master..."

On the big boat, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Taoist also felt a little strange. What he is now supporting is an old Taoist who has just been rescued from the cage, this old Taoist is a well-known good old man in their view, he greets everyone with a smile when he sees him, and he has never seen anyone who is tired of despising anyone. But at this time, the old Taoist looked lifeless, he hadn't said a word to the Taoist next to him since he was helped out of the cage, even if the little Taoist called him, he ignored it, sluggish and dazed like a walking corpse.

"Uncle Master?"

The little Taoist was a little anxious when he saw that the old Taoist ignored him, he shook the old Taoist's shoulder, and asked anxiously, "Uncle Master, what's wrong with you?

“......”

But no matter how the little Taoist called, the old Taoist still looked at the high platform in the distance and ignored it.

The sturdy Taoist who was standing at the bow of the ship and commanding seemed to sense that something was strange and walked over. He didn't say anything, just rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the old man's wrist, and felt his pulse. After weighing for a moment, he shook his head: "The dantian is weak, but the pulse is not a big deal. Then, the sturdy Taoist put down the old man's wrist and rolled his eyelids again. After a few glances, he frowned slightly and shook his head.

Seeing this, the little Taoist next to him asked urgently: "Uncle Ge, Uncle He... Can he still be saved?"

"Tsk. The sturdy Taoist glared at the little Taoist angrily: "Can you speak well." ”

"But... But..."The little Taoist was a little timid.

The decorative Taoist waved his other palm: "Don't worry, the heart is undamaged, but it is a little weak, and it will not be a problem to live for a few more decades." It's just..."Saying this, the sturdy Daoist's brows deepened a little, and he glanced at the prisoners who were being rescued one by one. After hesitating for a moment, he looked back at the old Taoist and lowered his voice slightly, and asked close to his ear, "Senior brother, do you have anything to say?"

"Die... up..."

Looking at the figure that gradually walked down from the high platform, the old Taoist finally used his trembling throat to vent two weak words. It's just that these two words are so concise that the strong Taoist can't react for a while: "What is dead?"

"All dead..."

The old Taoist slowly withdrew his gaze from a distance and looked at the sturdy Taoist in front of him, and muttered word by word: "Lord Luguan is dead... The second junior brother is dead... Yu'er, Xiaofei, and Qiancheng are also dead... All dead... Let's look at it, and we're left with a few old things... All dead... He's dead... Dead..."

The old man's confusion, like a white crane screaming, gradually attracted the attention of the audience to this place. Listening to the names he said one by one, a sadness and poignancy spread to the hearts of everyone here.

All dead...

In fact, this result is not unexpected.

It's just that the former peers are separated by yin and yang today, and yesterday's relatives and friends are now looking at each other in Huangquan, which is inevitably embarrassing. As the first gate in the world, the Pure Yang Palace, once upon a time, experienced such a tragic accident of destroying the door? The Pure Yang Palace did not, and neither did the wealthy families who were robbed. It can be said that this is the most appalling and shocking tragedy since World War I 20 years ago.

The sturdy Taoist gently held the trembling palm of the old Taoist, and said comfortingly in a deep voice: "Senior brother, please mourn, in the past two days, we will have people go and bring the bones of Lord Luguan back to Xianxing for burial, so as to comfort their souls in the sky." ”

"It's gone... It's all gone..."

The old Taoist shook his head woodenly, his eyes like dead fish swept around him, and he muttered blankly: "It's gone... It's all gone... I can't go back to Xianxing... I can't go back..."

The sturdy Taoist frowned: "Why?"

"People are gone... Their bones are gone..."

"Bastard..."The strong Taoist stared at him with a little anger, and the two words leaked out from the corners of his mouth. As the saying goes, killing people is not enough, even if there is a big sea of blood and hatred on the rivers and lakes in the past, the revenge of the enemy is at most to devour his blood, behead him, and expose the corpse on the street for a few days, how can he not even leave the corpse capital behind. The sturdy Taoist raised two angry eyes and asked coldly, "Where did the corpse capital go?"

“......”

Somehow, the old Taoist didn't answer this question of the strong Taoist. It's just that his rickety body began to shiver slightly as if he was catching a cold, and then two tears with little night light slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He cried...

No stalking, no convulsions.

Silently, silently tears flowed two lines.

"I don't know where I've gone. ”

At this moment, a voice that was weaker than the voice of the old Taoist suddenly came from the side.

"When the blood was drained, their bodies were sealed and transported away, and no one knew where they went..."

The sturdy Taoist looked at the voice, but saw a man on the ground on the side who had half of his arm cut off and his entire prison uniform was stained red with blood, lying on the ground. He weakly opened his lips slightly, raised his head, and looked up at the night sky with the same blank look. Judging by his whipped chest, it was a miracle that he had survived until now.

The sturdy Taoist frowned and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Tsk. ”

The seriously injured man lay on the ground with difficulty to one side of his shoulder, as if this position would make him feel better. "When we woke up, we were in a cave where the light of day was gone, so no one knew where it was," he said. ”

"That's hell... Hell... Hell!"

Before the man finished speaking, the old Taoist who was crying interjected in a trance. The man lying on the ground nodded in agreement, and continued, "That's right, that's hell, and they're the devils." ”

After a pause, the seriously injured man wiped his face with his dirty palm, pulled his dry throat and said, "More than a hundred Jianghu sects, nearly hundreds of thousands of people... Hundreds of thousands. They hung us on bamboo poles in batches like pigs, stripped of our clothes, cut our wrists and bleed. The blood released by the tens of thousands of people together was like rain, dripping from the sky to the pool below. There was a fire under the pool, and every half hour those wearing demon masks would throw herbs into the pool, and no one knew if they were humans or ghosts, and why they were so vicious. All we know is that our blood keeps flowing, and they keep throwing it away, and the fire under us keeps burning, and it burns bigger and bigger... Steaming hot blood... It's hot... It's hot, it's hot..."

The seriously injured man seemed to be in a trance, and his words began to be a little incoherent. The strong Daoist couldn't help but interject and asked, "Are they refining medicine?"

"Alchemy?"

was cut off, and the seriously injured man was stunned for a moment.

He slowly turned his head, looked at the strong Daoist blankly, nodded sluggishly, and continued, "Yes, they are refining medicine. And our life is medicine. Those who were hung up, after the blood was drained, their lives were gone, and in the end, only those of us who were old, weak, sick or still of some use, were left with a breath of breath by them. ”

The man raised his palm with difficulty, looked at the thick layer of blood on his palm, pondered for a moment, and said silently: "And that pool of blood was steamed by them for two days and two nights. For two days and nights, I watched as the pool of blood kept bubbling with blood, the red mist of blood evaporated, and the hanging corpses were smoked from white flesh into blood sausages, dripping with blood oil. All the way to Dididi... It was not until the whole pool of blood was steamed into a blood scab that the demons put out the fire, pulled the corpses off the bamboo poles like cured meat, scraped the blood scabs out little by little, and put them in the big furnace next to them... Keep burning... Burn..."

At this point, the conversation stopped abruptly.

There was a faint hint of anger in the man's godless gaze, and a smile that made people couldn't tell whether it was sadness or resentment, which gradually appeared on his face. After a while, he changed his tone and asked, "Do you know what I saw on the third day?"

“......”

The sturdy Taoist squinted slightly, but did not talk. He may have guessed the answer to this question, but there was no need for him to answer it at the moment. After waiting for a while, seeing that no one was paying attention, the seriously injured man's smile was a little higher.

"Hehe..."

He laughed to himself and said, "I saw those demons take out less than a hundred pills from the big furnace... Less than a hundred!"

“... Haha..."

"Hundred pills!"

"Haha..."