He moved without emotion and nodded with imperceptible movements, and was taken to a cell by Zhang Ze.
"Stay here obediently and don't make trouble, otherwise, Ancestor will not be able to spare you!"
Zhang Ze said in a ferocious tone to Shandao Bubu, who lowered his head and remained silent.
After locking the cell, Zhang Ze left. He didn't know where he went, but he knew that Zhang Ze would definitely come back to find him.
With nothing to do, he looked at the cell where he was.
The air in the cell was filled with the smell of dampness and lack of ventilation for a long time, as if smoke and dust accumulated in the chest, making it suffocating.
The walls of the cell are made of thick, rough stones, with mottled moss faintly visible between the stone cracks, witnessing countless changes in spring and autumn.
The walls remain with deep and shallow traces carved by former prisoners, each of which seems to tell a story full of pain and sorrow.
In the center of the cell was a simple stone bed, which was covered with thin straw and gave off a faint musty smell.
There was a pit in the corner, which was the urinal. The dark yellow dirt and disgusting smell on it made the doctor take a few steps back.
Through the only small window, he could only see a corner of the sky, but the sky was gray and the entire cell was shrouded in depression and despair.
"Rakshasa said there is an informant here, but I didn't see anyone. Is there something else?"
He looked outside the cell without emotion. There were only a few oil lamps in the dark corridor. The lights were flickering and the light was dim. He couldn't even see clearly what was going on in the cell opposite, let alone other places.
However, he still felt keenly that there was something in the cell, but he couldn't find it for a while.
Lying on the stone bed, he started to analyze the current situation without emotion.
The fat Taoist priest, the one-eyed man, the evil and cruel ancestor, the disciples working in the hall, and the mysterious Zhang Ze...
"What the hell is this place?"
He frowned, feeling like he couldn't find a clue, but what was certain was that this must be the Demon Realm. As for which level it was, he wasn't sure.
"Is it the sixty-eighth level of demonic realm? Then, which level of demonic realm does that white exit lead to?"
"If this is not the sixty-eighth floor, then which floor is it?"
He closed his eyes and decided to wait patiently for Zhang Ze to come to him. He believed that Zhang Ze would tell him everything.
I don't know how long it took, but he was still half asleep and half awake when he suddenly heard someone opening the cell door. He immediately opened his eyes and found that it was Zhang Ze.
"The eyeliner has rested and we can communicate normally now."
Zhang Ze was carrying a vegetable basket with some food and water in it. He handed it to Shan Dao and said emotionlessly: "Eat. Only when you are full will you have the strength to escape."
He took the food without emotion and asked, "Where is this place? In other words, which level of the Demon Realm is it?"
Zhang Ze said solemnly: "I think it should be the seventy-seventh floor!"
"Ahem!"
He almost choked on the food he ate without emotion, and his eyes were shocked: "You mean, the red exit actually leads to a higher level of the demonic realm? Do you have any evidence?"
You can't summon the elf here, so you don't know which level of the demon realm it is, but it's difficult to determine without going through the elf, so I doubt Zhang Ze's words without emotion.
"It can't be wrong."
Zhang Ze said: "When you finish eating, I will take you to meet someone."
"What else are you eating? Let's go quickly!"
How can he still be in the mood to eat if he doesn't feel like throwing away the food?
Following Zhang Ze out of the cell and walking deeper into the corridor, the two of them came to the end. They looked at the wall in front of them, without moving the knife and looking confused: "What's here? I didn't see anyone."
"under."
Zhang Ze pointed to the ground, looked down without emotion, and found that there was another dungeon here.
Through the iron bars of the dungeon, he vaguely saw an object that looked like a wine vat.
"People here? I can't see anything."
Without emotion, he squinted his eyes to look carefully, but still couldn't see clearly. Zhang Ze took an oil lamp from the side and slowly put it down to illuminate the situation in the dungeon.
I saw a large gray vat on the ground, and there was a person soaking in the vat!
This is an old woman, her hair is gray, her face is wrinkled, her eyes are closed with a look of pain on her face.
"This man's limbs...were cut off?" Dongfang Fu was surprised. He could see that the vat couldn't hold the whole person, unless the person's limbs were chopped off and then stuffed in. go!
There must be something wrong with treating an old woman so cruelly!
"That's right, in order to get the recipe for refining medicine from her, the ancestor chopped off her limbs and stuffed them into this medicine vat."
Zhang Ze sighed and said: "Unless she tells the formula of [Shenhun Pill], the ancestor will let her die. Otherwise, he will torture her forever and make her life worse than death!"
"So..." Shandao Bubu suddenly reacted and blurted out: "This old woman is the alchemist?"
He had heard Zhang Ze mentioned before that Zhang Ze had a [Marrow Cleansing Pill Formula], which could be used to refine a Marrow Cleansing Pill whose talent could be improved by one level.
And the only ones who can do this are the alchemists located in the seventy-seventh level of the Demon Realm.
"That's right."
Zhang Ze nodded and said: "When I first came here, like you, I was caught by Fatty Ah Wu, and then I was fed [Hua Jin Powder], so I couldn't use my backpack and skills."
"They took me to see the ancestor. I was very nervous at the time, thinking that I might be finished this time. Unexpectedly, the ancestor lacked a person to guard the cell, so he sent me to guard the cell."
He continued Zhang Ze's words without emotion: "Then you met this alchemist below?"
"Yes, it took me two years to gain her trust. I have already planned that we will rescue her, then let her unlock the restrictions on us, and then refine a marrow-cleansing pill for me. We can leave this demonic realm!"
Zhang Ze said excitedly, but he found that the expression on his expression was a bit strange.
"You said you have been here for two years? But, over here, you only stayed here for more than two hours."
He moved the knife and said in a deep voice: "Could it be that the flow of time here is faster than outside?"
Zhang Ze was also stunned: "More than two hours?"
He pondered for a moment and said: "This is not surprising. When we were in the demonic realm of the Xianxia World, time flowed very fast, even reaching a hundred years a day."
"Yeah, that's right." Shandao Bubu nodded and said, "Then, how are we going to escape from here with a big vat? That ancestor won't agree, right?"
Zhang Ze smiled slightly and said: "Of course not, so we need to find someone to help."
