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The dungeon was dimly lit, the damp was damp, the air reverberated with a suffocating putrid smell, and darkness silently invaded every corner, unconsciously deriving indescribable fear and unexperienced oppression.

Qin Yue was tied to the torture frame, which was made of pig iron, hollow and hollow, and burned under fire, which had been glued to his back at this time, and it was extremely difficult to separate. The sound of whipping echoed in his ears, but there was no shouting to accompany it, which seemed strange and abnormal.

His clothes were tattered, bloody, and covered with valgus wounds, and his whole body looked extremely weak, and even the strength to tremble was exhausted.

His eyes were dilated to the hollow darkness, and the slippery walls were faintly covered with oily moss, as if a thick blanket had been laid over the darkness, covering up the bloody past, and the iron gate stood in a corner, rusty, with a cold sense of horror.

"What the hell is this place, is there anyone else? There is a kind of good time for Lao Tzu, you can be killed, you freaks, you can't die well!" he cursed weakly, his voice coming from his chapped lips, staccato and unusually clear in this hollow dungeon.

After a while, I heard the sound of metal knocking from the vent overhead, and the light light poured down, and then a person smiled and said: "To be honest, it's not so easy to die, after entering the reincarnation cave, don't want to get out alive in this life, why rush for a while? If you can't stand the torment, you can definitely hope to die early, otherwise you will always struggle between life and death, and eventually become an ignorant and unconscious living dead." Do you know that this living man is much more fun than the dead, so why should we be willing to kill you?"

Qin Yue begged for a quick death, but at this moment, death had become an unattainable luxury for him. He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know how many lives had fallen in this so-called reincarnation cave. He only knew that he had invisibly become a puppet of others, and that there were all inhumane freaks who whipped themselves, burned them, cut their flesh, and skinned them over and over again, taking pleasure in torturing the living, and their methods were extremely cruel.

Qin Yue was in a trance, as if he saw his grandfather's majestic posture, and heard his father's dying request: "In this world, death is a kind of liberation, a kind of escape, and only those who have the courage to live have the opportunity to become the last king." Yue'er, the heavy responsibility of recovering Daqi has fallen on your shoulders since then, promise your father, no matter what, you can't compromise, don't commit suicide!"

The words of advice echoed in his ears, Qin Yue immediately cheered up, and had thousands of words for survival in his heart, but because of his face, it was difficult to speak, and the phoenix eyes just stared into the distance, but when he saw a thin figure gradually approaching, it seemed that the breath of a beast covered all the trembling.

The man's steps were sturdy, with the faint sound of wild beasts hibernating, and without thinking, he pushed open the cell door and walked in, holding three humanoid blood jackals in his hands.

The blood jackal has strong muscles, bruises all over its body, and is covered with a little scarlet hair, giving people a sense of pickled filth, the beast face has eyes, nose, mouth and ears, the outline is no different from that of an adult man, the green tendons on the neck are exposed, tied with an iron ring, and pulled by an iron cable, one end is firmly held in Qiao Yixuan's hand.

The blood jackal was staring at Qin Yue's flesh and blood blurred body, salivating three feet in his mouth, scrambling to roar, and there was a tendency to rush forward, and the iron chain was stretched stiffly, and it shook so loudly that it made a "whoosh" sound.

It turned out that the three blood jackals were originally abandoned babies in the countryside, raised as wild beasts by Qiao Yixuan since childhood, and grew up in an iron cage, so their bodies were deformed, the size of jackals, they could not speak human language, they could not stand upright, their legs were rickets and atrophied, and they were the same length as their arms, they only knew hunger and killing, and there was always "boiling blood" flowing in their throats, rumbling and sounding.

Qiao Yixuan was short in stature, as if he was born with a disability, and his back and legs were slightly rickety, which was somewhat similar to the blood jackal. He is dressed in a red straight robe, a pair of ferocious ghost eyes are extremely hideous, he is good at controlling birds of prey and beasts, he can understand the language of things, and the people of the rivers and lakes are called the Holy Monarch of Ten Thousand Beasts.

He bolted the blood jackal to the prison door, came to the torture frame alone, and saw that the wound on Qin Yue's chest was beginning to scab over and was already healing, so he stretched out his second finger and slowly poked into the wound.

The fingers were so thin that they were covered with bones, withered and cracked, with sharp edges and corners, and they appeared extremely hard and sharp as knives.

The skin and flesh immediately bloomed, Qin Yue snorted, blood splattered out, the pain of the wound healing and tearing was indescribable, he gasped in pain, rolled his eyes, and begged: "I have no enmity with you, why do you treat me like this? If you let me go, I ...... I'm sure I'll capture more people to make offerings, and then the king will play with me, how about it?"

The Ten Thousand Beasts Saint Monarch had a hideous face, pulled out his bone-like fingers from Qin Yue's chest, put them in his mouth and sucked them, feeling the heavy bloody breath at the tips of his fingers, his body seemed to be in the clouds, and his slender and narrow eyes were full of intoxication.

His cheekbones were extremely high, and he laughed wildly at the bloody wound, as if his painful moans and groans could excite him, and sneered: "That's a nice thing to say, when I was a three-year-old child? If you go down the mountain alive, how can you enter the Phantom Forest again? But then again, it is rare for you kid to pass through the Valley of the Wolf and Tiger alive in a hundred years, and there must be something extraordinary." Since I am so destined to meet you, then you can stay in the reincarnation cave with peace of mind and experience the wonderful state between life and death, and I will not treat you badly!"

Qin Yue's fine face was covered with cold beads of sweat, and as the trembling of his body slowly dripped down, he gasped and said in a trembling voice: "I was poisoned by the corpse that day, and I had no choice but to cut off one of my arms, I don't know who covered my head with a cloth bag, and captured me here, I really don't know what kind of place this is, if you disturb your Qing cultivation, it is really an unintentional fault, but why make it difficult for me?"

Qiao Yixuan seemed to have heard something extremely interesting in the world, and laughed and said: "Qing Xiu, this is a bandit's nest, where does Qing Xiu come from? It doesn't hurt to tell you, what you are stepping on is the reincarnation cave of the Salt Gang Xuanying Village, which is a place where the living dead are specially imprisoned." You've only been here for a few days, and you can't stand it? Do you know that in this huge cavern, it's as intricate as an anthill, and you don't want to get out alive! There were people who persevered for more than 30 years, were devastated in prison, and their whole body was overwhelmed, and gradually began to fester, rancid, and full of maggots, but they still had a breath, but they had no thoughts, and they couldn't scream, commonly known as the living dead. Qiao doesn't like this kind of play, without communication, there is no pleasure of torture, so how can I be willing to let you go and kill you?"

When Qin Yue heard the word Salt Gang, he didn't feel a shock in his body, as if he saw a glimmer of life, and asked rhetorically, "Do you know my identity?"

"Identity, even if it is the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, what can they do, in the reincarnation cave of this Xuanying Village, Lao Tzu is the supreme master!" Qiao Yixuan raised his hand over the top, and his long sleeves slid down, revealing the withered ape arm, covered with purulent rotten sores.

Qin Yue snorted coldly and said with a smile: "Don't you think that the blood of the young master is different from that of others?"

Qiao Yixuan didn't notice it when he drank blood just now, and when Qin Yue mentioned it, he was shocked into a cold sweat, and said in astonishment: "You...... Your blood is cold! It can't be, it can't be, you ...... What exactly do you have to do with Qin Zongquan?"