Yang Que's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at her thoughtfully.

On the girl's bloodstained cheeks, there was still a shallow smile, like a spring breeze, which suddenly blew into Yang Que's heart, blowing away the killing intent in his heart.

"Stinky boy, what about you, deaf?"

Wang Biao, who was not far away, saw that Yang Que ignored him at all, and suddenly looked fierce and shouted angrily.

He was afraid of poisonous snakes, but he was not afraid of people.

As long as the monks who are imprisoned here have been sealed in the spirit cave, they cannot use the exercises, and can only rely on brute force or ordinary skills as strength.

He has a powerful body, an excellent physique, and practiced mortal martial arts for a few years when he was young, so in this cell, he is definitely an overlord that no one dares to contend with.

Even those monks from the Yuan God Realm came in, and they had to honestly worship him as junior brothers, so he never paid attention to Yang Que.

As for the malevolent girl, he was afraid before the poisonous snake died, but now that the poisonous snake has been cut in half, he naturally has no fear.

"But how did that poisonous snake die? Could it be that the kid in front of you killed such a neat halve?"

Wang Biao stared at the two halves of the snake corpse on the ground, and suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face.

"Hey, little miscellaneous pieces, didn't you hear our prince calling you?" At this time, a slightly chubby monk saw that Yang Que didn't give Wang Biao face at all, so he immediately took a few steps forward, pointed at Yang Que and shouted roughly.

Hearing this, Yang Que turned his head and glanced at him, and the soul chasing whip in his hand shook slightly, and the long whip suddenly looked like an angry poisonous snake. "Whoosh" burst out and wrapped around his neck in an instant.

The fat monk's heart thumped, and his face turned pale. Before he could beg for mercy, Yang Que shook his wrist again, and with a "cluck" sound, he directly strangled his neck.

As soon as the whip was retracted, the monk's head tilted and he rolled to the ground.

Headless corpse, still standing. Blood gushing out, it's not terrifying!

Wang Biao and the others suddenly shook their legs, and their eyes widened in horror. He was stunned for a moment, then screamed in unison, turned around and fled.

In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Wait until the body falls to the ground. Yang Que put away the soul chasing whip. looked at the dying girl in the corner, and said coldly: "You don't have to act in front of me, this injury is not worth mentioning to you at all." You still have a murderous aura on your body, you are really dead, and I will never get closer to you again. ”

The girl listened and looked up. A smile overflowed in his eyes, and he said, "Brother." Am I that scary?"

Yang Que glanced at the poisonous snake on the ground that was divided into two halves, and said, "You are not much different from it." ”

With that, he ignored her, retreated to the other corner, sat down, closed his eyes, and thought quietly.

The cell was cold and silent, and the two stopped talking.

The prisoners over there were also frightened, and sat together, not daring to say a word.

Time passed bit by bit, and when the second night came, Yang Que stood up from the corner, the golden light in his hand shone brightly, and the scorching sun appeared.

Holding the scorching sun in his hand, he pressed it against the wall behind him, and with a few slight strokes, a square pattern of golden silk threads appeared on the wall.

He reached out and pushed, revealing a hole in the wall just big enough for a person.

"You can only escape into a cell elsewhere, not here. ”

The girl's eyes widened, looking at his masterpiece, and she couldn't help but remind.

Yang Que didn't look at her, and didn't seem to hear her, put away the scorching sun, bent down and passed through the hole in the wall, and then picked up the rock that fell from the wall and blocked the hole again.

The walls were intact, leaving a faint trace of the square, and if you hadn't walked in and looked closely, you wouldn't have seen anything unusual at all.

When the girl saw him leave like this, she didn't say hello, and frowned slightly.

She looked at the rock with stunned eyes, and her face showed a complicated color, but in her mind, the scene of the two holding each other's secrets, lying on the ground all night, motionless.

After thinking for a while, a smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth, as if she was a little nostalgic, but she muttered in a low voice: "If you can kill him, it will be even better." ”

Yang Que walked through the hole in the wall to another dark cell.

He walked silently in the darkness, and when he reached a brighter place, he heard the sound of laughter not far ahead.

When he got closer, he could see clearly, the dozens of men were gathered together, with strange smiles on their faces, and in the middle there were two men with distorted faces, dragging each other's crotch objects, head to head, quickly turning in circles in place.

"Hahaha...... Whoever falls last will be alive!"

In the crowd, a tall and muscular man laughed, and his face showed great interest.

The prisoners also laughed, clapped their palms, and cheered for the two of them in unison.

The two were sweating profusely, with anxiety and horror in their eyes, grasping each other's life, turning their heads quickly, grinning in pain, but they didn't dare to say a word.

Judging by the state of their costumes, they seem to be new monks.

No matter how they call for wind and rain outside, when they enter here, they can only be reduced to the playthings of people with great strength.

"Ahh

Suddenly, there was an exclamation, and a man couldn't stand the pain of pulling under his crotch, and he was dizzy from being turned, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

He crawled on the ground, his eyes shining with stars, and his face was extremely pale.

The other man stopped, looking at him with pity in his eyes, a look of relief on his face.

"Hmph, what a fucking stupidity, it only took a while to fall down, you haven't seen it yet!" the sturdy man's face suddenly sank, and he shouted angrily.

When the failed monk heard this, his body was shaken, and he hurriedly got up, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to him desperately: "Master Hu, don't kill me, spare the little one......"

The sturdy man glanced at him with disdain, didn't bother to pay attention to it, waved his hand, and commanded the prisoners: "According to the rules, trample him to death!"

"Yes!" the prisoners, their eyes lit up and their faces were full of excitement, and despite the monk's pleadings, they raised their feet and stomped on his head, chest, and so on.

"Bang! bang!"

The prisoners gritted their teeth, as if to vent their hatred and revenge, and stepped desperately on the monk lying on the ground.

In less than a moment, the monk was already bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his body was broken in multiple places.

The prisoners still did not stop, and continued to shout and stomp on it fiercely, only to trample the corpse to a bloody blur, and the blood stopped.