At this time, Vice President Qian was already frightened, and he believed in Hu Buwei very much, so how could he dare to say the word 'no' again? At that moment, several people discussed the matter of opening the altar tomorrow. Chickens, ducks, rice noodles, incense, candles, paper money, and Qian Deputy all arranged for a few soldiers to go to the market to buy them.

Hu Buwei said: "My lord, after the altar is opened, you will let me go, I am not a robber." "At this time, strike while the iron is hot, and it is time to fix the back road. It was expected that these soldiers would ask for their own needs, and they did not dare not agree.

Vice President Qian was embarrassed, and it was not easy to answer. He was only ordered by the left-behind adults to arrest the suspects, and it was up to him to arrest one more and catch the other less, but he did not have the authority to release the prisoners. frowned and pondered for a moment, and said: "Well, the mage doesn't have to worry, as long as he can get rid of the monsters, the left-behind adults will naturally let you go as soon as they are happy." Not wanting to entangle with him any longer, he summoned the two soldiers and said, "You two take the mage back to prison." He turned his head to Hu Buwei and said, "The mage was wronged in prison for two days, and when I played the master, I will release the mage." With a wave of his hand, the two soldiers led Hu Buwei to the prison.

Hu Buwei was secretly happy in his heart, and he didn't expect to meet a few stupid melons here. Master Hu tried his hand and deceived them into believing it, which was really heart-warming. Thinking that there will be a few ingots of gold ingots into the bag tomorrow, I can't help but be full of heat, and under the invigoration of my spirit, I forget the hunger in my stomach. Anyway, tomorrow there will be fat chickens and wine to salute, and it doesn't hurt to be hungry for a while.

Halfway through, I suddenly remembered that Linglong Town was coming to the nail, and I slapped my head with a 'Ah' sound. I was carried away by money just now, and I actually forgot about the Linglong Town Nail. Now I want to get it again, but it's too late.

Hu Buwei regretted it for a while, thought about it, and said to the two little soldiers: "Please tell Lord Deputy Dutong, the altar will be opened tomorrow, please bring me all my magic weapons, otherwise the unjust ghosts will not be able to send them away, but I can't be blamed, remember to remember." The two creeps answered. Take him to the cell door to hand him over.

When he returned to his cell, he saw that there were only seven prisoners left in his cage, and Hu Buwei couldn't help but be stunned. These people are not the same as last night, two shabby clothes fortune tellers, a thick and strong man, a lean and shriveled middle-aged man, a pair of tight-fitting and short-cut performing arts father and daughter, and a young man with patches all over his body, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, holding Hu Tan and teasing him. Except for the young man, everyone had a look of depression and anger on their faces, and it was expected that they were also wrongfully arrested and imprisoned.

Hu Buwei hugged Hu Tan from the young man's arms and thanked him. The boy laughed and said, "Is he your son? Raising his eyebrows, he still grimaced at Hu Tan, and smiled at the little doll. Hu Buwei nodded and replied, looked down at his son, and saw him grinning with one thumb in his mouth, revealing two small white baby teeth that had just erupted, and saliva was dripping all over his neck.

I found a clean corner and sat down to play with my son. He was in a high mood at the moment, and his face was full of joy, which was very different from the discouraged and angry state of his fellow prisoners.

"Tan'er is obedient, when Dad is rich, Dad will buy you new clothes and good food for you, do you say it's okay?" Hu Buwei smiled at his son, as if these few month-old babies really understood their own words. "Do you want to wear red clothes, or do you want to wear yellow clothes? By the way, my father will give you a long-life lock, and Tan'er will wear it in the future, and you will be good for the rest of your life, and no bad person will dare to bully you. "I kissed him on the cheek. Hu Tan filled his entire fist into his mouth, looked at his father with two black eyes, and made an 'oh-oh' sound in response.

Hu Buwei said: "Tan'er said, is Dad good? Is Dad good to Tan'er?"

Hu Tan screamed, kicked his legs, and suddenly grinned, his little face was as comfortable and bright as a spring flower. A strand of translucent saliva went straight down from his mouth. Hu Bu was very happy, put his head on his son's forehead and looked at him, and said: "Little Tan'er is good, call Daddy, come, call Daddy-Daddy-"

Here the father and son enjoyed themselves, laughing louder, and annoyed the rough black man. Hearing him snort heavily, he said angrily: "Laugh and laugh, laugh and fart! What's so funny? You are so happy to be caught in prison, are you in the water in your brain? Fuck, I have never seen such a cheap bone as you, and you can laugh when you are beaten into a prison!"

Hu Buwei was angry in his heart, but when he saw the man's two iron-like arms, he knew that it was no good to talk back, so he had to force him to shut up. Master Hu has always been a mouthful of people, this fist and foot kung fu, if you want to reason with it, you must be cautious.

I don't know that he doesn't dare to talk back, but he has people who can't see it. When the young man who had hugged Hu Tan heard this, he smiled and said, "The father and son are happy, what is in your way? Why can't you be happy when you enter the prison?" The rough black man was furious, and shouted: "Is the little dog thief impatient? Dare to come and make trouble! Lao Tzu is very angry now, if you dare to say more, I will tell you to look for teeth all over the ground!" As he spoke, he struck the prison pillar with a 'bang', and the ground shook and fine ash fell on the top.

But the young man was not afraid, laughed, and was about to speak, when he heard a few bangs outside the cell door, and the jailer reminded: "It's time again, everyone be careful." ”

Hu Buwei's heart was shocked, and he quickly put his son on his lap, reached into his arms to find the amulet, and when he touched it, he was frightened into a cold sweat.

The bosom is empty, how can there be any talisman!

In a panic, he searched carefully, but he still couldn't find it, and he must have been lost in the secret room just now. Hu Buwei was frightened in his heart, put his son flat on the grass, jumped up, ran to the prison pillar and shouted: "My lord, my lord, stay here! My amulet has fallen! I want a talisman!" The sound of fright passed through the corridor, but it was only exchanged for a sound of the iron door closing and a 'choking' lock. The time is approaching, the ghosts are dying, and a few jailers are afraid to avoid it, how can they be willing to commit danger for a prisoner?

Hu Buwei was so panicked that he was about to cry, without the talisman, wouldn't he be dead tonight? What is the use of earning so much money and treasures? If even his life is lost, who will enjoy these yellow and white things! In fright, he remembered the experience of last night, and the old ghost's resentful gaze seemed to be about to appear in front of him, and he couldn't help but shiver violently. Jumping up, wandering around the prison, searching for the ground by the light of the torches. He only hoped that God would bless him, and the amulet was not taken out of the door, but fell into prison.

There are many rice stalks scattered on the ground, and it is extremely messy, and it is very difficult to find a small yellow charm in such a place. Hu Buwei looked for a moment, found nothing, and when he was desperate, he glanced at it and saw a corner of the yellow charm mixed in a small piece of wet mud not far from the prison door, and he couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart. Flew forward and picked it up. This spell can save the lives of his Hu family's father and son, and now it is much more precious than 120,000 taels of gold.

With trembling hands, he unfolded the yellow fu and looked at it, his chest was like a giant vertebrae, and he wanted to faint. What kind of talisman is this, it is a blade talisman drawn by his Grand Master Hu according to the "Great Yuan Lian True Sutra"! Just now he used the earth sinking spell in the secret room to turn out all the wet mud under the ground, and this talisman was brought back from under the soles of his shoes. Hu Buwei screamed, sat down on the ground, and was disillusioned in an instant. In his heart, he only said: "It's over, it's over, I'm going to die!"

Listen to the crackling of the torches on the wall, a sound like a drumbeat.

"Who has an extra talisman!" Hu Buwei raised his voice and shouted, and his words were already whimpering: "Can you lend me one first?" I don't repay him for being a cow and a horse in the next life!" Hu Buwei knelt down and kowtowed, and said in a choked voice: "Which eldest brother and sister-in-law have a good heart, I just want to ...... Save my child. ”

Looking through the cracks in the prison columns, the faces of the more than a dozen prisoners in the cells were indifferent, some with sympathy in their eyes, some with no regard for them, but no one said anything. In the past few days, there have been frequent changes in the prison, and the prisoners naturally know the effect of the amulet, and several jailers do not restrict the distribution, and they will give it if they want. Therefore, there must be a lot of people who ask the jailer for a few more runes to hide.

However, in the face of Hu Buwei's crying at this time, everyone chose to protect themselves, indifferently, and refused to take out the useless things to save people's lives, which was really cold-blooded and ruthless. Last night, when Hu Buwei fought against the ghosts, everyone hoped that he would spare no effort and do his best to protect everyone's well-being, but when the mage was in danger and needed help, everyone could not shrink back and turned a deaf ear.

I only ask others to pay, but I don't want to give back. When the world is degraded, the world is getting worse every day. The charm is rampant, dare to show the evil deeds in the sun, the people are short of breath, stingy to help and indulge, the human affection is so weak, what to say.

Hu Buwei cried and begged twice in a dumb voice, and the prisoners didn't even look at him directly, and everyone squeezed into the corner, lest they not be able to occupy a good position and be hurt by the ghosts. As for the lives and deaths of others, no one has the time to care.

When he was full of sadness, he listened to the fierce sound of the wind outside the prison, the yin qi was surging, and the firelight was blown and jumped.

The prisoners screamed in horror, and there was an uproar in the prison for a while.

Hu Buwei collected his tears, hurriedly returned to his son and picked him up, and silently thought in his heart: "Son, my father will do his best to protect you, if God is really blind and refuses to let us live, let's go down to find your mother together......" recalled how difficult the Hu family had been in the past month, and the soreness in his stomach was uncontrollable, and he couldn't help but choke again.

There was a muffled 'buzz', and a strong wind in the torture chamber hit the thick wooden pillar, straight as a real thing. Large patches of straw and debris were swept up one after another, slapping on people's hands, feet and faces, and they felt pain.

Hu Buwei hid Hu Tan in his arms and silently recited the fire mantra. Just wait for the torch light to go out and ignite the fireball. He hadn't eaten for two days, and he had been frightened several times, physically and mentally exhausted, but now he felt that his hands and feet were sore, and his breath was short, and he wanted to lie down, and he didn't want to move a finger again. However, the ghost is about to come, for the sake of his own life and that of his young son, how can he relax his mind?

The sound of the wind rushed back and forth in the huge cell, blowing the dust and straw debris on the ground, and throwing it at everyone. There is also a foul and rancid smell mixed with the cold wind, which makes people unbearable to breathe. How could the few people who were in the same prison as Hu Buwei have ever seen such a strange situation? They turned pale with shock, and shrank in the corner and shouted after the crowd. The thick black man had long since lost his previous anger, and was full of energy, and his shouting was both high and long, and the voices of a dozen people together were not as loud as he was alone. In comparison, among the more than 100 people in prison, Hu Buwei, who has no amulet, is the most calm for his father and son.

Another gust of fury swept from the torture chamber in an arc and hit the stone wall on the left side of the corridor, and the scattered fierce wind surged out, blowing the torches on the wall almost to extinguish. Hu Buwei was shocked when he saw the darkness in front of him, his palms shook, and the aura poured out from the Jianggong in the heart area. Three huge sparks jumped from his palms and rose to the top of his head and swirled leisurely, shining brightly for a moment.

"Huh, you're a mage?!" asked the young man who had hugged Hu Tan in the same prison in surprise. Seeing Hu Buwei nodding, he was surprised and jumped up: "Haha, it's too coincidental, I am a cultivator, and the little Xuan I raised is about to merge with the spirit." ”

"Are you a cultivator?" Hu Buwei was stunned for a moment, thinking in his heart what this thing was. Seeing that Hu was not hesitating, the young man was quite embarrassed, scratched his head, and added, "Oh...... I'm not at the moment, but my little Xuan has been in the Eight Transformations period for six months, and I will be able to become a real cultivator when the Nine Transformations period expires and the spirit is completed!"

Hu Buwei was confused, he didn't know what he said, he didn't know what to answer, and suddenly felt a cold air rushing up, and the feeling of freezing was like a three-nine wind. Under the alarm of his heart, his breath was suffocated, and the fireball above his head shook violently, until he wanted to be blown away by the cold wind.

Hu Buwei only felt that the palm of his hand was light, as if a heavy object had been removed from his palm, and then the feeling of tearing was transmitted to the palm of his hand, and it was like several invisible silk threads connecting his palm and the fireball, and the fireball was blown by the wind, and even his arm was involved. Under the horror, Hu Buwei agitated his aura and fought to the death, and several flames suddenly emitted blazing light, illuminating the cell as if it were day. Just as he was struggling to grab it, another vicious wind blew, and several torches on the wall were blown off where it rolled vigorously. There were a few 'pops', and several thick torches wrapped in rags soaked in butter flew down and fell to the ground, where the fireworks were extinguished by the fierce wind, and the green smoke dispersed before it could gather and form.

In the prison, he only lit the few flames in his hand. Hu Buwei guarded his mind and released his mana to fight against the yin wind. This gust of wind was many times more violent than he had encountered before, if it weren't for the fireball burning in his hand that was generated by a spell, the light and extinguish were all determined by the aura, and he was afraid that it would have been blown out for a long time. The wind was strange and changeable, alternating between slow and urgent, sometimes rushing straight, sometimes roundabout, sometimes surging up and down, sometimes tumbling and circling, and in an instant, it changed many angles one after another, only attacking those few fireballs, like a few invisible living creatures, doing everything possible to get rid of the only light source in this prison.

Knowing that as soon as these fireballs were extinguished, his father and son would die, so he didn't dare to be careless. Regardless of the weakness of his hands and feet, he strengthened his heart and gathered all the warm things in the spiritual aperture of his body to the heart palace and transferred them to his arms without interruption. Since taking the Centipede Neidan, the aura in his body has changed dramatically, and it is no longer as completely unpredictable as before. In just two days, the aura changed from invisible to qualitative, like thousands of warm grains of rice, scattered in the limbs and hundreds of remains, with the movement of the mind, converging and flowing, all unsatisfactory.

The prisoners in the prison were frightened by the demonic wind, and they rushed to hold their heads and scream. Seeing Master Hu light a fireball again to save his life, he secretly shouted 'luck' in his heart. Looking through the cage, Hu Buwei's eyes were full of anger, his face was flushed, one right hand was raised high, and the void held three bright fireballs. The wide sleeves of his robe fell to his shoulders, and a pale and thin arm was exposed, with thin skin and little flesh, and a protruding elbow bone. But at this moment, in the eyes of the prisoners, this small arm is no different from being made of stainless steel! There seems to be a thousand great forces between the muscles and muscles, which makes people feel calm when they see it.

A strange gust of fireballs that could not help but do nothing withdrew one after another, and after a moment of impact on the stone wall, they were wiped out, and the cell fell silent again. Hu Buwei just exhaled, but before he had time to wipe his sweat, he listened to the sonorous sound of gold and iron in the torture room, and raised his heart to his throat again. Taking a deep breath and pushing slowly, he pushed the three fireballs in the direction of the torture chamber.

Suddenly, something in Hu Buwei's heart was touched, as if something sharp and soft broke through his chest and pierced into his heart. The fear could not be stopped, like a flame burning on paper, it grew bigger and bigger, and after a moment it spread to his whole body, arms, chest, abdomen, and muscles everywhere were tense, and he trembled intermittently.

Not only Hu Buwei, but all the prisoners in the prison seemed to feel a sense of fear, and the crying and screaming weakened, and everyone looked panicked. Hu Buwei's arm trembled, he almost couldn't control the fireball, the light only moved to the side wall of the torture room, and he couldn't turn in anymore, the panic and fear in his heart were like waves of waves, and the town couldn't be suppressed, only churning in his chest.

I don't know why, today's fear is so strong that people can't wait to immediately hold their heads and shrink up, squat on the ground and scream in panic. Hu Buwei has never seen monsters, and after several life and death experiences, he has already trained his mind to be more resolute than ordinary people. However, in the face of an empty cell, the horror in my heart could not be suppressed, and it was useless to try to collect my mind several times.

Hu Buwei naturally doesn't know, unjust ghosts and ghosts, and they have the power to make people frightened. This thing is the best at attacking people's minds, and once it is confused, it is not far from death.

After resisting for about half an hour, Hu Buwei's eyes turned black in panic, and the sense of panic continued to stop, like a stormy wave churning in his head. His whole person seemed to be hollowed out, there was nothing left in his heart and mind, and the whole person was just a skin, wrapped in a turbulent panic.

"No!" Hu Buwei shouted for a voice in his heart, "If you continue like this, you will die." If you die, Tan'er won't live. As soon as he thought of his son, Hu Buwei suddenly regained his senses, and with another wave of horror, he shouted loudly, urged the aura, and pushed the flames on the top forward, and the three flames broke out of his grasp and flew towards the other side of the cell. Hu Buwei took two steps back, gasping rapidly, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Several fireballs deported very quickly, and the bright light shifted and shot into the torture chamber. The shadows of the pillars were as black as ink, and with the light of the fire, they folded over the corners, dangle past the horrible hut, and cast onto the stone walls beside them. 'Bang bang' sounded, the flames smashed on the wall, and the light suddenly brightened, just in this light, Hu Buwei had seen the situation in the small stone room clearly, and couldn't help but be shocked, and almost blurted out screaming. The sharp eyes of a few prisoners on the side had already changed color as Hu Buwei diverted his gaze.

There was a layer of scarlet blood on the ground! On the walls, top walls, and ground, blood and water were constantly seeping out, converging into a stream, flowing towards the low-lying places, and gradually accumulating into a pool of red pools. Under the light of Hu Buwei's fireball, the four walls of the torture chamber were wet and reflective, and at the base of the wall, there seemed to be congealed purple and black blood clots, mixed with fine foam, moving little by little towards the blood pool in the center of the torture chamber.

On the wall of blood, iron chains, iron hooks, and all kinds of torture instruments were shaking, and there was a 'clang' sound when they collided. Hu Buwei's heart was suffocated, and his panic weakened a little, but the sense of shock rushed up again: Aren't these ghosts afraid of fire? Why are they still so rampant under their own fireballs? Shocked, he spun out three more fireballs, urging his mana, burning several flames more and more violently, illuminating this dark and damp cell as bright as noon in a hot summer.

At this time, the other prisoners in the prison also set their eyes on the torture room, and when they saw this bloody scene, they were all shocked and cried out. At the moment when everyone's screams began to fall, a 'rumbling' sound was heard, and the ground in the two corners of the torture chamber protruded at the same time, growing two sharp horns that reached people's knees, twisting and struggling, as if something was trapped and locked in the ground, trying to break through the ground and drill out.

The two horns of earth slowly writhed and moved to the middle of the pool of blood, but gradually calmed down.

Before that, there was another great earthquake, and a wave of earth suddenly churned up from the torture chamber, and the protruding crest of the wave was half a person high, rushing out of the torture chamber and surging in all directions. Hu Buwei was shocked by the pale yellow earthen wall in front of the meeting, his right hand stood unchanged, and he jumped to Hu Tan's side in one step, holding his son in his arms. Thanks to Hu Buwei, he hugged Hu Tan tightly and didn't get out of his hands. But under the alarm in his heart, the aura was not smooth one after another, and the fireball on the top was extinguished from time to time. Hu Tan was also shocked and cried loudly.

As soon as the prisoner Zhang Huang shouted, this wave of surging knocked down more than 100 people in the prison, and in the hurry, many people immediately took out their spells, screaming and crying. The seven people in the same prison as Hu Buwei are all newcomers, and they don't know the strange things in this prison, and they don't ask the jailers for a few more charms like the prisoners in other prisons. Unprepared, the shriveled middle-aged man and the performing father were thrown high by the waves, smashed down, and landed on their backs, but the charm also came out.

The ghost was so sensitive, and at the moment when Hu Buwei's fireball was extinguished, three slender white shadows stretched out from the torture chamber and quickly took them straight to Hu Buwei and the other two unlucky eggs. Hearing the sound of the breaking wind, Hu Buwei was horrified, and when he saw a white light stabbing in the chest, he fell to the left in a hurry, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, and the cold and hard thing grazed his right arm and penetrated into the stone wall, scraping away a large piece of his flesh.

The other two men were not so lucky, they were not like Hu Buwei who was facing the torture chamber head-on, and could look directly at the attacking objects, and they were just dizzy from being shocked, and suddenly felt a cold in their chests. Two cold things passed through their chests, and they only had time to scream for half a time, and they were killed.

Hearing the two screams that stopped abruptly, Hu Buwei was about to stop breathing, and his heart seemed to be beating anymore, so he only waved his arms in a panic, wanting to block the inexplicable horror in the dark.

With a 'hiss', a peach-sized fireball flew out from between his fingers with a thin tail, and rushed into the sky, hitting the top wall, exploding, and sending out many fireworks.

The fireball technique, this superficial attack spell, inadvertently made Hu Buwei come out. The aura is spit out and collected, which is the gist of the fireball technique.

Hu Buwei was in shock, and he didn't feel that it was abnormal. Screaming with the prisoners, waving their arms, the aura was interrupted from time to time, and many fireballs of different sizes flew out of the palms of their hands, the big ones were like rice bowls, and the small ones were like walnuts, flying in all directions, and a few unlucky prisoners were hit by the fireballs, only feeling a little warmth, but not pain.

In the bright light of the stars, everyone saw clearly what attacked Hu Buwei and the three of them. It was three extremely long bony arms, made up of more than a dozen broken bones, jointed together, protruding from the wall of the torture chamber and killing two people.

The young cultivator was closest to Hu Buwei, and he was hit by six or seven egg-sized fireballs in a row, and he came back to his senses in horror, and hurriedly shouted, "Master, get up quickly!" Seeing that the three bone arms attacked Hu Buwei's head and chest again, he didn't have time to think about it, and kicked out with a kick that was several feet high to Hu Buwei's right chest, and rubbed Hu Buwei's shoulder and pierced into the stone wall. Hu Buwei shrank his head to the right to dodge, and the bone arm that hit his head also missed. The remaining one was unavoidable, passing through Hu Tan's swaddling clothes and nailing one of Hu Buwei's left arms to the wall. The minced meat was splashed with blood, Hu Buwei screamed, and Hu Tan cried.

"Tan'er!" Hu was not shocked, he didn't care about the pain in his arm, he stretched out his right hand to touch his son, and saw that there were no scars on his face, so he was just frightened, and his heart was a little calm. This is his flesh and blood, his lifeline, and the only bloodline that Hu Buwei and Zhao Xuan left in the world, how can he be hurt by others? He has lived for nearly 30 years, and it doesn't matter if he dies, but his precious son can't be hurt in the slightest matter what. In his heart, even a single hair of his son's hair is more important than his own life.

With a 'whew', a fire suddenly lit up in the cell next door. But it was the fireball that ignited the rice stalk. The prisoners in the prison were panicking, and no one cared about it, so that the sparks burned into a prairie fire, and when everyone felt the heat, but it was too late, thirty or forty men and women jumped up one after another, avoided the other side, kicked aside all the burning wood and grass, and let the fire burn more and more, and after a while, the prison pillar was also burned.

Hu Buwei was broken in one arm, and the pain penetrated into his heart, and as soon as his worries about his son passed at this moment, he felt unbearable, and couldn't help moaning loudly. Stretched out his right hand to pull out the bone arm, but in the panic and pain, the strength of his hand was greatly lost, and he couldn't even pull it out a few times, so he stopped with a sigh. He is usually weak and weak-willed, and at this moment he has suffered both physical and mental injuries, and he has long been crumbling.

The straw next door burned more and more, and the prison was bright for a while. The heat came, and Hu Buwei only felt a warmth on his side. The bony arms seemed to be very afraid of the heat, and they suddenly pulled away from the wall with a 'clatter'. Wounded Hu Buwei's bone arm penetrated Hu Tan's swaddling clothes, and under the belt, the white claws hung on the cloth, but Hu Tan was also pulled out, Hu Buwei saw his son get out of his arms, he was shocked, his right hand was fished out but he didn't grasp it, and he saw that his son was pushed out of prison by the bone arm, and with a 'snap', it was falling between the cell and the torture cell. The wooden pillars of the cell were quite wide apart, and the adults could not get through, Hu Tan's body was thin, and the silk cloth wrapped in it was thin, but he was not hindered when he went out, and his bones and arms were only a foot high from the ground, and there was no major damage when he fell from such a height.

Hearing the shrill cry from the swaddling clothes, Hu Buwei's eyes were so broken that he forgot the many pains around him, and threw himself on the side of the prison pillar and shouted: "Tan'er, Tan'er!" Hu Tan was shocked, and he couldn't stop kicking his legs and crying, which disturbed his father's mind. However, the distance was too far, and Hu Bu was in a hurry, but he couldn't hook his son back.

The interplay of gold and iron in the torture room became more and more frequent, and it was clear in the firelight, and more than a dozen strange torture instruments hanging on the wall were swaying violently, striking each other, making a crisp sound. An iron drill suddenly broke away from the nail, flew out flat, and turned into a cloud of black light and pierced Hu Buwei's head. Hu Buwei flashed sideways, but another iron claw shot over, still grabbing between his eyes. Hu Bu was not shocked, and his head ducked behind the prison pillar on the side. This time he was in a hurry, Hu Buwei lost his center of gravity, and his bones fell backwards.

At that moment, a 'click' was heard, and a third piece of iron broke the thick wooden pillar in front of him, and a fishy smell flew over the tip of his nose, and then 'tom!' into the stone wall. Sparks were splashed everywhere, and gravel powder rained down. If it weren't for the fact that he collapsed by coincidence, this blow would have killed Old Man Hu!

Hu Buwei broke out in a cold sweat again. I heard the master Liu Gen shouting, "What the hell is this cell!?Why are there so many dirty things!?"

In the chaotic sound of 'choking', the remaining eight or nine 'don't beg for mercy', 'heaven and earth', and 'happy immortals' all broke away from the nails and quickly inserted them into Hu Buwei. These ghosts are resentful and hateful, and they are never soft on living creatures without amulets, and in a moment, they will kill Hu Buwei in a row, and they will definitely put Hu Buwei to death.

Hu Buwei watched several black gases fly head-on, but it was too late to dodge. Just as he was about to die, his neck tightened, and someone grabbed him by the collar and jerked him back, dragging him six or seven feet, and he avoided another fatal attack, and several torture instruments were stuck in the mud next to his toes, and they were not seen.

It was the young man Liu Gen, who saved Hu Buwei's life again.

Before Hu Buwei could get up, he saw Liu Gen with a suspicious face, looked at the torture chamber, and asked loudly, "Huh? What is that?!" As he looked at it, the bright red stone wall that was originally dripping with blood was now red and black. The top part is still bleeding, and the lower part has become oily black from a half-human height. Many soft, black things grew out of the wall and fell to the ground, crawling slowly but stubbornly forward like black water.

At this time, the straw in the next cell was almost burned out, and it was really hard to see it under the dim light. Hu Buwei squinted his eyes and saw that those black objects were shiny with oil, and there seemed to be a trace of texture on the surface. After looking at it for a while, Hu Buwei could distinguish it.

Countless human hairs grew out of the walls, but they wriggled and crawled like living things. The hair was soaked with blood, and the tip became wet, and it seemed that he was extremely human. Hu Buwei only felt that his scalp was fried, and he felt uncomfortable. Hair grows several feet long from the stones, and it crawls like an earthworm! I don't know how many dead people's hairs are tangled!

The whole body was numb, and I saw that the layer of hair was like a large shadow, which had covered the pool of blood in the torture chamber, and slowly spread towards Hu Tan. His son is in danger! Hu Buwei forgot his fear, got up with a bone, and rushed to the side of the prison post again, trying to rush out and pick up his son through the gap that had just been punched out by the iron drill.

Before one leg stepped out, I heard a sharp sound of 'boom!', and a gray and white thing swirled from the blood chamber and cut into the wooden pillar beside him. At this moment, the straw in the next cell burned out, and the remaining fireworks flickered a few times before finally being extinguished. Darkness engulfed everything again. Hu Buwei eagerly said 'Ah!' and retreated. I heard the sound of 'sighing' in the air, and in the middle of this breath, it seemed that thousands of things had grown, and they were rapidly whirling in the air, grabbing people everywhere and eating them.

"Burn!" Hu Buwei shouted, and at first glance opened the five fingers of his right hand, and a ball of spiritual energy gushed out and passed through the fingers. Cool and comfortable, if there is ice. Three huge flames burned in response, and they stopped three feet in front of him.

A column of black smoke had just rolled up to the edge of the prison pillar, only a foot away from Hu Buwei's body. Thinking that he took advantage of the darkness to sneak attack, he didn't know that Hu Buwei saw the opportunity early and ignited the fireball at the right time. Watch as the smoke that had gathered into a thick inky color twisted and twisted in the air, churning like the body of a long worm that had been severed. Its front was dimmed by the firelight, and it finally struggled to retreat. The sound of 'sizzling' seemed to be mixed with unwilling muttering and vicious curses.

At this moment, the cell seems to have become a garden for butterflies. Red, blue, gray, white. Countless flattened objects fluttered through the air, occasionally swooping through them, cutting into wooden pillars, striking walls, and slowly falling to the ground. The young snake master Liu Gen picked up a piece of white flat object that fell to the ground from his feet, and took it to Hu Buwei's side and set it on fire. There was a dark red stain of blood on the soft object the size of a palm.

"Cloth!?" The two of them changed color at the same time, and when they looked at each other, they both saw horror in each other's eyes. How can it not be frightening to see the terrible power of the ghosts when these soft pieces of cloth are driven to make them so hard that they cut through the wood as if they were piercing through the rotten earth?

Hu Buwei's face was pale, and he looked outside the prison and saw thousands of pieces of cloth flying in the air, colorful and brilliant, like a group of butterflies fluttering in spring. However, they are not real butterflies after all, they are lifeless after all, dead creatures are alive, and they only feel weird and terrifying in the eyes of everyone at this moment. Shocked, I glanced around, but saw that the sensational human hair had climbed to Hu Tan's side two feet, and the sound of 'sizzling' across the ground could be heard clearly.

Hu Buwei changed color. There were no other thoughts in his mind, the blood surged, and in an instant, the spiritual energy in his body surged, and those warm rice grains became hot, surging three inches below his heart. Hu Buwei ignored the changes in his body, and shouted "Get out of the way!" and strode to the edge of the prison pillar, pushing sharply with one palm, and spitting out his aura. When the light surged, the three fireballs in front of him suddenly grew a thick tail, generating three pillars of fire with the thickness of a head and tail, which shot out and landed accurately on the hair.

However, although the heat of the pillar of fire was blazing, it could not burn the blood-soaked hair. Only a small piece was baked through and smashed into the ground, stirring up a puddle of mud. Hu Buwei was in a hurry, his right palm pushed sharply, and he shot more than ten fireballs with a 'bang bang', which smashed on the hair and roasted through more than a dozen holes, but it still couldn't stop the black hair from spreading and curling.

Seeing that the black and oily black silk was like a snake and an insect, only a foot away from the baby, Hu Buwei couldn't bear it anymore, jumped up and shouted: "Tan'er!" Condensed a fireball with one hand, rushed forward, bowed his head through the gap in the prison pillar, and wanted to take his son back.

'Whew!' and a huge black shadow rushed out of the torture chamber and attacked him with a dull wind. It was a huge iron hook. At this time, his son's life was in an instant, Hu Buwei still had any fear and avoidance thoughts, threw the fireball on the light, and the aura did not change, and naturally circled around the chest, flowing into the spleen area with his heart. The five elements of the spleen belong to the earth, and the aura is transferred from here, which is the gist of the earth control spell.

"Earth Pillar!" Hu Buwei shouted like an angry god. More than a dozen stout earthen pillars burst out side by side in front of the torture chamber, growing to be more than a person tall, just blocking the way of the iron hook.

'Boom!' With a huge momentum, the iron hook broke the earth pillar blocking the road, and the momentum of the impact did not decrease, and it still rushed towards Hu Buwei.

"Up, up, up! up!" Hu Buwei shouted in a deep voice, majestic. Calm and courage in all colors. With his cry, five rows of earthen pillars were continuously pulled up between the torture chamber and Hu Tan, forming a five-sided barrier to block the attack of the iron hook. Those strands of hair were hit by the pillars of earth, lifted into the sky, and scattered into fine silk threads, but they were getting farther and farther away from the charcoal.

Frightened by the violent roar, the prisoners were silent. With wide eyes, I watched Master Hu fight the ghosts. Hu Buwei burst out of the fireball in a moment, the technique of the earth pillar, the bright light was dazzling, the violent sound was like thunder, the earth shook violently, and the power was really terrifying. Everyone is just ordinary people, how have they ever seen such a wonderful and fierce spell fight, seeing Hu Buwei's clothes with blood, standing in front of the prison with his waist straight, like a god, all of them are sincerely convinced. There are people who have always worshiped the Buddha and worshiped the immortals, and at this moment, they are even more like seeing the manifestation of the true God, and they kneel down sincerely and pray secretly.

Not to mention them, it is someone who is usually familiar with Hu Buwei, if you see his calm and calm look and cold and sharp eyes at this moment, you will definitely not be able to imagine that Mr. Hu, who was cowardly and afraid of death in the past, would have such a strong side.

When you are in a desperate situation, there are often many unexpected miracles. Hu Buwei cared about his son, so he put away all his cowardice and fear of death, and there was no other thought in his mind, only thinking about how to repel the enemy and save his son.

'Plop!', the fireball overhead fell to the ground, shattered into several petals and extinguished. Hu Buwei transferred the aura between the two palaces of the heart and spleen, and raised his hand to wave three flames.

After a loud 'rumble', the iron hook broke through the three layers of barriers, and finally fell in front of the fourth row of earthen pillars. The dense layer of hair was broken a lot by the iron hook, and it couldn't climb up the earthen pillar for a while, and slowly retreated. Hu Buwei didn't wait for the dust to clear, rushed forward, skimmed the fireball, and scooped up his son with one hand. When I looked down, I saw Hu Tan sucking his fingers and lying quietly with his dark round eyes. The little doll's concentration was much stronger than his father's, the noise in his ears was frequent, the ground shook and bumped, and he was not frightened and cried.

On a time of relief. Hu Buwei suddenly heard Liu Gen's panic shout: "Mage come back quickly, be careful!" The ground shook for a moment, as if something heavy was coming behind the earthen pillar. Hu Buwei was so panicked that he turned around and wanted to run to the cell to escape, but it was too late. As soon as his feet were soft, the ground collapsed into a round pit with a radius of four feet, and Hu Buwei had no place for his father and son to stay, so he screamed and fell.

Hu Buwei opened his mouth and shouted, and when he stepped on it, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the soles of his feet, and in a panic, he endured the pain in his left arm, held his son, and freed up his right hand to cast fireball lighting. Blood! Black and red blood was gushing out of the land, and it was now up to his ankles. I don't know how much blood of unjustly executed prisoners has accumulated in this ground, the walls of the pit are squeaking and squirting blood, and a large amount of viscous liquid is swirling and surging, exuding a wet smell. The blood gushed more and more, and gradually the red and white pieces of flesh churned, and it was no longer on Hu Buwei's calf for a moment. If this continues, it won't be long before the Hu family's father and son will become bloody human flesh.

"Help me, help me!" Hu Buwei hissed, gritted his teeth, swung the fireball into the sky, lifted Hu Tan with one hand, and gently threw it out of the pit. Let his son get out of the bad situation and keep the only bloodline of the Hu family! This is his only idea at the moment of life and death.

"Mage, don't panic, I'll help you!" There was a sound of footsteps overhead, and the cultivator Liu Gen leaned down and handed him a piece of yellow things: "Take this talisman quickly!" That is when he picked up the talisman paper dropped by the shriveled middle-aged man and used it to save Hu Buwei.

Hu Buwei took it according to his words, and at the moment when the charm was started, the yellow talisman burst and shattered into scraps of paper, like a firecracker with a fuse burning to the end. At the sound of the explosion, the blood that had already reached the knees suddenly emitted a puff of rotten white smoke, which faded cleanly in the blink of an eye. Hu Buwei jumped his feet again and again, shaking off the liquid stained on his trousers. Stretched out his right arm and shouted, "Little brother, pull me quickly, I want to go up!" Hu Buwei just wanted to return to the small wooden cage as soon as possible, but there were still more than a dozen wooden pillars blocking it, and he could temporarily resist the attack of the ghosts.

Hearing the exclamation of 'Ah!' from the willow root above his head, the young man seemed to see something terrible, and his words trembled: "This...... This...... This is ......" Hu Buwei looked up, saw Liu Gen's face turn pale, and stretched out his arm to the top of his head: "Master, get up, hurry!" The anxiety and panic in his words were fully revealed.

At this moment, the prisoners outside let out a shocking shout. The shouting was heart-rending, and it was obvious that he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Fireballs fall, and the cell is enveloped in darkness again.

Hu Buwei's heart was shocked, and he stretched out his palm to hold the young man's arm. Unexpectedly, the darkness heard a sharp sound, and a rag swirled over and cut at the wrists of the two men. Liu Gen hurriedly let go, took two steps back, and paused again and again: "Alas, it's too late! No way, I'll deal with him!" Hu Buwei was very nervous, and hurriedly raised his palm to ignite the fireball, raised his eyes and looked up, and crossed the edge of the dirt pit, and saw Liu Gen with a solemn face, his hands were quickly tangled, his thumb and index finger were each bent into a semicircle, and the left index finger was on top of the right thumb, and the other six fingers were connected to form a strange handprint.

"Xiao Xuan, come out, come and help me!" Liu Gen shouted.

'Sizzle-' There was a long chirp. The air above Hu Buwei's head suddenly rippled, and a ball of cyan glare changed from light green to dark blue, getting brighter and brighter, shooting out more than ten dazzling blue lights, illuminating Hu Buwei's eyebrows green. In an instant, the wave of light conjured up many scorching, shiny, twisted lines. It is like a copper door hidden in the air with intricate patterns, connecting the strange world at the other end.

The blue light flashed out.