Early winter, October 8.

The prison where Murong Zhi and I were imprisoned was located in the rock wall on the north side of the Falling Star Valley, and in the past, Wang Qinian probably relied on the Jindan force to explore the lower valley from the extremely high rock wall on the south slope.

The prison seems to have been painstakingly carved out of the stone wall, with only a one-person mountain path connecting the valley peak, the prison, and the valley floor. On the valley peaks are groups of indigenous warriors with bows and spears patrolling back and forth. Our blood food is equivalent to hanging in the air - probably when the prison door is opened, the monsters will fly up and eat people, and the blood food will have nowhere to hide.

The lookout from the rock wall prison was very effective, and I could see directly from the prison door to the side of the valley, and I could directly see the large altar at the bottom of the valley, and the tragic scene in the valley.

For the first time, I had a good look at the Valley of the Fallen Stars, which had been depicted in legends and plans for a long time.

The various maps and sand tables that come to mind are exactly what you see. As long as I keep my eyes open, I won't get lost in the valley.

The valley and the north and south islands, and even the mountain tops, are not the same.

The North Island is deserted, the South Island is pleasant, and the mountain tops are eternal.

And here it is the ghost realm.

There was a faint sound of ghostly eyes in the black clouds lingering in the depths of the valley. There are countless deep scars of bewitching scarlet on the black valley floor and rock wall that are indistinguishable, like the complex blood vessels exposed by a skinned person.

Skull Hills are piled up in small hills everywhere, and I have a boring estimate that there are probably hundreds of thousands of people in the past five hundred years, and it seems that the diet of monsters is one meal a day.

It took me several times to get used to the disgusting atmosphere in the valley.

The entrances and exits of the prison (or the blood food room?) are guarded by four indigenous jailers of the upper echelons of internal strength, and the inside of the prison is deep and narrow, and the smell of blood and excrement is choking, and we are like in the belly of a snake with indigestion. Two hundred and fifty Chinese soldiers as unlucky as I did were crammed into a big cage like pigs.

As the best snack for blood sacrifices, boys and girls like me are treated much better than them

- Murong Zhi and I have a small separate cage far away from the big cage. I have also seen 35 other pairs of indigenous boys and girls treated in the same way as we do. Eighteen pairs are dinners, and the other eighteen pairs may be alternates. Their expressions were numb, and they should have been beaten with a little poison from a five-step killer snake.

- Hmph, how can this bit of snake venom help me who is on the upper layer of the foundation. Within dozens of breaths after being captured, the toxins were forced out by me, and I just pretended to be stupid for three days and followed the natives straight to the Falling Star Valley!

I don't know what kind of beast bones the prison door is made of, and it has the hardness of low-grade armor. There were only three knuckles between the bone bars, and I estimated that I couldn't escape by using bone reduction.

It seems that it had to be sawn with a blade.

I spit out the Na Ring in my mouth, and wanted to take out the golden knife from it (it was the middle-grade treasure knife that Lu Kewu's traitor gave me after the martial arts competition). But after thinking about it, why bother so much, just do my original strength.

The five-inch-long electric blade on my ten fingers melted out at my will, and I stared at the bone cage, as long as I raised my hand slightly—

"Don't do it yet. ”

Murong Zhi said.

She's in the cage next door to me - we're a pair of blood food, probably as far as monsters are concerned, like eating crabs in late autumn with a male and female.

"Are you awake?"

"I've never been in a coma, I've just been thinking. You hide the secret weapon first, and it's not time to reveal it. We'd better find a way to get in and out of this door rather than never return. It is rare to be so close to the cave of Falling Star Mountain for the first time, and this opportunity must be grasped well. ”

- Sure enough, the people of the Murong family are not afraid of this bit of snake venom.

"This place is not good for long. We can only go to Wang Xiangfu if we escape first, and I think that the army on the southern slope may also have a traitor; Wang Qitai is dead, and the only one we can count on is him, Jin Dan, who doesn't know where to die. Alas, I don't believe in the Confucian Jindan in the future - the skin is too brittle. ”

Murong Zhi shook his head and whispered,

"I thought: maybe Wang Qitai is not dead. Only a clear corpse can prove a person's death. ”

I froze for a moment, and a thrill crossed my head.

At this moment, the entrance to the cell door in the distance sounded a long-lost noise. The bone cage at the entrance "clicked" open, and a mighty native elder with silver hair as snow strode into the corridors of the prison, followed by an inconspicuous indigenous samurai guard.

- The old man is the qi of the lower layer of the foundation, and the samurai behind him is a follower, but he is only the upper level of external skills.

My ability to read qi is already very strong, and my assessment of this kind of indigenous people who do not understand "absolute" will never be wrong.

"That old man should be Aung San Suu Sung, the uncle of Aung San Bao Yan, the elder brother of Aung San Suhui who was killed by Wang Qinian. I've seen his profiles and images. Murong Zhi said to me.

Aung San Suu Sing stopped in front of the cage where the boys and girls were held, he looked at the stunned indigenous child for a long time, sighed for a moment, and then turned to me and Murong Zhi,

"You are the boys and girls of the Huaxia people, and you will be eaten by monsters in a few days. Are you afraid?"

Aung San Suu Sing had a paralyzed face, and he spoke to us in a stiff Chinese language.

- Do you want to kill him?

It seems that the fact that we are still sane has been revealed, and I am going to kill him in three moves, and then break out of the cage.

"Let me ask you a question: If you were to transpose with us, would you be the patriarch of the Aung San tribe, and would you be willing to pay the price of 700 lives a year in order to obtain the protection of the mountain god and the peace of the clan?"

My hand snapped behind my back, and the arc hissed behind me, then darkened.

His words temporarily discouraged me from making a move.

It's a pity that this question is very idiotic to ask, and I answer without thinking,

"There is no god in the world who rules over all beings. Whether a person's life is safe and joyful can only be obtained by one's own strength and hard work. The kind of monster that offers to eat 700 people a year to give a clan a good temperament, I don't bother to use my brain at all, and I just kill it with a knife - only under the leadership of an idiot elder like you, can I let this monster eat hundreds of thousands of people alive in five hundred years! Dead old thing, you still have the face to let me make a multiple-choice question?!"

I slashed my left hand with an eight-inch-long electric blade and fingers, and the bony railing was cut into two pieces like onions.

Then the eight-inch electric blade in my right hand slashed out, and I was going to cut off his head directly from his neck.

Aung San Suu Sing's face was shocked, and he hurriedly leaned back and swept back.

He snorted, and the palm of my left hand was slashed off my wrist by the electric blade of my left hand.

The passage in the prison was narrow, and Su Xing's hurried backward sweep hit the opposite bone prison, and I stepped on the palm of my hand that was still moving on the ground, and chased after him to cut a blade on his neck.

In the past three or four months, my progress has been so rapid that I have killed the people at the bottom of the foundation like a dog.

"Click"

- A hand clasped my wrist with incredible precision.

"Xiaokong, stand down!

It was the mediocre samurai he followed. But the sound was familiar to me.

I saw his face in the dark

- Wang Qitai.

"You, not ...... dead"

"Your martial arts are handsome, but—get your feet off the way. He smiled wryly.

I glared at the frightened and palpitating Su Xing fiercely, and stepped on Su Xing's palm twice before walking away.

The jailer outside called inside—

"Elder Warden, what's going on?"

"It's okay, it's just a little depressed. Aung San Suu Sing responded in pain, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Wang Qitai snapped his fingers to seal Aung San's broken wrist, picked up the palm that I had cut off, and comforted him:

"Elder Su Xing doesn't need to worry, with Wang Mou here, wrapping your hand is the same as usual. ”

I snorted. I was thinking that it was still not clear to start by myself - the first move in the future would be directly beheaded.

"Worthy of ...... It is worthy of being a state of Chinese etiquette, and a boy can understand right and wrong. I've been a prison elder for decades, and I've watched countless of my own people being eaten by monsters, and I've lived so deceitfully...... Alas, Elder Wang, I will stand on your side and kill Baoyan and that monster together - our two clans will live in peace in the future and never fight again. ”

It turned out that he was the target of Wang Qitai's rebellion, and my answer just now made Aung San Suxing make up his mind to serve Shunshui Town.

Since Wang Qitai is not dead, what happened to the two hundred and fifty warriors in prison? What are the traitors such as Xueren, Lu Kewu, and Yuan Quan?

"Elder Wang, you and Elder Xueren are colluding to engage in a bitter scheme, aren't they? Xueren deceived Aung San into trusting him and took action during the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony, while we lurked in the Valley of the Fallen Star to kill the monsters. ”

Murong Zhi asked softly in the prison.

That's right. That's what I said.

"Brother Xueren, who is usually afraid of killing chickens, let him stab me, it's really embarrassing for him. ”

Wang Qitai nodded and smiled,

"I will remove all the snake venom of the samurai in prison, and I will also rescue all the indigenous boys and women imprisoned here. Elder Su Xing, this will be the last blood sacrifice of your clan, and there will be no more demonic atmosphere in Baiyun Township in the future, and the benevolent government of Huaxia will spread all over the island. What do you think?"

"Benevolence and righteousness are universal values, and I have no objection to them. On the day of the blood festival, I will mobilize three other conscientious elders to attack Aung San, and together we will bury the sinful sacrifice made by our ancestors and demons. ”

Wang Qitai took the key and opened the door of Murong Zhi's cell, and he said to us,

"You are free to move around, go to the depths of the valley, find the sleeping dust-eating insects, and kill them. Have you memorized the tactics for its weaknesses? Now you have that strength. ”

"Well, we must have the strength to come back and kill Aung San Baoyan with everyone. This bone prison matter, you can think of a way to round it for me. ”

I pulled down the cell door that I had completely slashed down, and Aung San Suu Sung was a prison elder anyway, and this kind of butt wiping thing made him brainless.

"Then Elder Wang, what are you doing these days?" asked Murong Zhi.

"Break the formation, break the formation of the Falling Star Cave Mansion. ”

Wang Qitai pointed our attention to the blood-red black rock canyon -

"The red stone patterns of the entire valley are the formation projection runes on the portal of the Falling Star Cave Mansion. I'm going to find the key to the valley projection rune and destroy it completely. ”