Manrostila Dreven has an old and deformed face. His exposed hands were withered and yellow, and his neck was pale, but his entire head was as black as charcoal. There was no beard on his chin, but it was covered with messy feathers like a raven.
Yaleriga knew very little about this "wu-headed man". Based on the pronunciation of his surname, she guessed that this person was related to the "Lujin Family" of Kebei City. However, there were many contradictions in this idea: as a commercial city that was separated from Zhisi City, Kebei City had left many legacy in many aspects. With the indelible traces of the White Tower, it was by no means a good place for a branch of the Silent School that had not expressed any intention of surrender. The "Lujin Family" - even though Yaleriga had only seen one of the men from the memories of her ancestors - did not have the strange appearance of the Aconitum. She couldn't imagine what kind of encounter would turn him into this.
Except maybe the real name. Yaleriga only knew two things about him, one was his loyalty to Villar (or perhaps to the Doomsday Temple), and the other was his cruelty and ruthlessness.
"I repeat," said the aconite, "kneel down."
The jailer who grabbed the hair of the young man in red began to exert force, trying to push the prisoner down. But Yaleriga saw that he was not trying his best, perhaps because he wanted to punish Wutouwen more severely, because that usually has substantial benefits for the jailers. For example, last time, Wutouweng allowed them to humiliate a mage with night demon blood and eat her eyes and fingers alive.
It is worth mentioning that the night demon was captured by Qin Maang. This is a figure that Yaleriga has never met before. It is said that he rarely stays in the mountains, but wanders among the nearby stars all year round. Most of the endless victims were caught by him. Yaleriga didn't know how he did it, but she expected that unlike Villar and Aconite, he didn't use witchcraft, divination, potions or rituals, but was good at conquering enemies with swords and axes. one type. From the few words of the jailer, she knew that this man maintained some kind of less-than-equal partnership with Mrs. Dead Leaf, who seemed to be able to order him around easily.
Qin Mao, Mrs. Dead Leaf, as well as Villar and Wutouweng from the Doomsday Temple, these four strange people are the second known pillars of Yaleriga. She compared the glorious era of the Silent School in her memory to the "Frostwind King" who now rules the Sixth Peak, and the "Forbidden Scholar" who declared war on the White Tower and the Alliance on the Third Peak. She had to admit that the Second Peak already has talents. Withered. Even so, the second peak that was once handed over to the youngest daughter of "Snail Eye" still retains many secrets passed down by the eldest daughter of King Lagogon. Coupled with the legacy of "Crimson Vera", Ya Laili Jia was not surprised how they captured those spirits and even the White Tower mages above the bachelor level here.
However, after paying a heavy price, she also realized that the Second Peak was far from being completely controlled by these four people. Mrs. Dead Leaf's servants laughed at Villar privately, and Wu Touweng tortured Qin Maang's prisoners without any scruples. She was surprised that the four hadn't murdered each other yet. The only reasonable explanation was that they were also ordered to do so.
She tries to figure out who that man is, but as a prisoner trapped behind bars, the clues are always out of reach. The jailers would only say "those adults", but Villar said nothing about the process of the Temple of Doom joining the Second Peak. During her period of imprisonment, although Yaleriga inevitably left behind many painful memories, she also obtained more fragmentary details from the dead jailers. She felt that it would be difficult for her to make a breakthrough from the jailer, so Wutouweng's words and deeds particularly concerned her.
The black-headed man kept staring at the boy in red. He was obviously aware of the jailer's small actions, but he acquiesced in all this happening. The young man who called himself Ji Zangyu showed strength that was inconsistent with his appearance. He stood there without any reaction, and didn't seem to lose even a hair on his head. This performance exceeded the jailer's expectations, causing the hand that pulled his hair to continue to tighten. In the end, it could be considered merciless, but the young man was still indifferent and didn't even glance in his direction.
Ignoring all the guards surrounding him, he asked Wu Touoweng: "Have you heard of the name '徼绤槖'?"
The black-headed man twitched his face slightly, but did not reveal any obvious intention.
"I didn't let you ask, kid," he said. "You have one more chance. Pride will destroy your chance of survival. No one can help you in your situation now. You have to learn to obey. This is the only way. .”
The young man seemed not to have heard what he said, and continued to ask: "What about the 'Grand Master'? Do you know him?"
The words he confided made Yaleriga feel very strange, and she could not find any traces of them in her memory. She observed the aconite closely and found that there was also slight surprise in the latter's eyes. That was not the shock after someone exposed the secret. Wutouweng was indeed just like her, ignorant of the two names mentioned by the young man.
Unlike Yaleriga, he didn't seem to be interested in this. He just slowly knocked the wooden stick in his hand and recited a scripture. An unnatural wind echoed on the iron corridor.
When he uttered the first syllable, the jailers looked frightened and fled away, leaving only the young man in red standing in the center with an inexplicable expression on his face. Then the confusion on his face disappeared. The mark of a human face dug into his skin.
It was a shriveled and withered face of the dead, with hollow eyes and a wide mouth, as if silently wailing. Then the ugly dents appeared everywhere on the young man's face, hands, abdomen, back, and body. They squeezed the boy's body and then began to bite his skin.
The young man staggered and almost fell to his knees. But he took a step in time and looked at the aconite in the stance of a weight-bearer.
"Get to know the longest-standing residents of this bridge." Wutouweng introduced him, "These noble majesties and royal highnesses. When the bridge was built on the first day, they were integrated with it forever. Here, they are both the longest prisoners and the real masters. When they meet a new guest like you who exudes vitality, the novelty will make them want to retain you enthusiastically. "
Blood spattered from the mouth of the human face. The undead gnawed greedily on the young man, trying to take away more flesh and blood that symbolized life from him. However, no matter how much they ate, the blood gushing out like spring water could not enter their long-defunct intestines and stomachs, and it just flowed all over the ground in vain. This waste made them crazy with despair, swimming around the boy's body, looking for new places to try to eat.
The aconite man tapped his wooden stick lightly and stepped through the bright pool of blood. He pointed the sharp beak of the wooden top at the boy's lips and pressed the trigger. The cleverly designed mechanism suddenly opened, and several cursed iron needles penetrated the boy's upper and lower lips, prying open his teeth and splitting his tongue. He skillfully used this tool to force the victim to open his mouth, and then poured the liquid in the dark bottle into the boy's mouth.
The boy stood silently. Staying standing seemed to be the last resistance he could do, and that was far better than Yaleriga's performance when she first encountered these "hell spirits". She unconsciously sat upright in the prison cell and stared closely at the boy's face.
The aconite man poured the liquid from the bottle into the boy's mouth, then threw away the bottle and took away his beak staff. After retreating, he waited for several minutes before reciting the scriptures to make the "prison spirits" disappear.
"You didn't learn to obey today." He said to the boy. "These ointments of dead babies and mothers are extracted from yesterday's materials. If you still don't know how to treat the master politely next time, I will directly use ten fresh materials as raw materials."
He dipped his beak stick into some blood on the ground, then asked the jailers to throw the boy who was frozen in place back into the old room, and then left leisurely. After he left, Dufu walked excitedly in front of the boy in red's cell door. He even leaned down and greedily licked the remaining blood on the ground.
All this was seen by Yaleriga. She meditated quietly in the cell for a while, and then she called everyone to come over.
Dufu looked very alert. He obviously knew what would happen to men who spent one night with Yaleriga. But Yareliga smiled straight at him, just like she had done when she seduced Kumao, and finally Dufu couldn't resist and leaned over, stretched out over the railing, and reached towards Yareliga's chest.
That was the opportunity that Yaleriga wanted. She grabbed Du Fu's hand and bit it down like a hell spirit. The tips of the teeth sank into the rough, stone-like skin of the mountain monster, all the way to the dirty bones.
Dufu's miserable howl resounded throughout the cell. This was the most beautiful sound that Yaleriga had heard since she was imprisoned.
