When the smell of blood hit his nostrils, Song Mu also saw clearly the scene in the dungeon.
In the dungeon spiraling down, cells were opened up. In the cells, there were only a few human beings imprisoned sporadically, and these people's eyes were dull and their faces were pale at the moment.
Going further down, Song Mu finally saw clearly the source of the bloody smell.
There was a narrow corridor with traces of blood flowing on the ground. Just when Song Mu and others passed by, there was a sudden cry of pain, and the screams could not be heard. Several women in the team immediately started to scream. He went limp and screamed.
"It's really noisy. Birds of a feather flock together and people flock together. Drag these noisy ones in and keep the rest separate. Ask them questions!"
The fat man behind him also walked in at this time. His fat body could not be restrained even in a black robe, and his shiny face was even more ferocious and cruel.
At that moment, the people from the Demon Cult rushed up and separated these people. Various screams and begging for mercy could be heard from among them. However, Song Mu and the man with the broken arm were lifted into one of them by the fat man himself. cell.
The cell was dark and dark, with only an oil lamp in the corner flickering a small flame. There was a chair covered with spikes in the cell. There were wet blood stains everywhere on the chair, giving the place a sense of smell. The warm smell of blood.
"Hey, take your time. If you say something useful before I come back, at least your death will be easier."
The fat man said this, standing at the door and looking at Song and Mu in a dark way, then turned around and went out, shouting inside.
"Bring me some wine, I'm going to interrogate someone!"
The next moment, screams could be heard in this dark space.
Song Mu couldn't help but frowned when he saw this situation, and the broken-armed man next to him was currently slumped on the ground and wearing rough clothes, but he clenched his fist and punched the wall next to him.
"These damn guys!"
He let out an angry roar, but the next moment he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly became even paler.
"Brother Jisheng, you should keep some strength."
At this moment, Song Mu looked outside the cell and whispered to the man. The man also turned his head sideways, with a bit of a wry smile on his face.
"Brother Song, if you still have this strength, you and I are nothing but fish on the chopping block of the Demon Sect."
Song Mu also looked slightly sideways at the moment. The name of this broken-armed man was Wang Fusheng. He was a local talented man in southern Yunnan. Not long ago, he rescued a group of civilians and ended up in the hands of this barbarian. He also had a leg cut off. The arm has lost vitality and blood, and its state is in danger.
Song Mu was not able to talk to him much along the way, but when Wang Fusheng saw that Song Mu was captured because he drew his sword to help, he felt admiration, but also lamented that everyone had ended up in this situation.
"Brother Song, I think there is no chance of escaping anymore. However, my wife is about to give birth at home. This time I have an unkind request from Brother Song..."
The other party held on and said, the look on his face was even more sad.
"Brother Song, if you can escape, please go to the southern Yunnan Mansion once, and say that I, King Fusheng, have not disgraced the human race."
As he spoke, his face became even more sad, and the screams outside were even louder at that time, mixed with the fat man's wild laughter, which made Song Mu look even more gloomy.
Wang Fusheng was breathing heavily, and when he saw Song Mu was unmoved, he didn't know what to do for a moment, but suddenly he saw Song Mu speaking.
"Brother Jisheng, even though that's the case, Song has no idea of going to Yunnan Mansion."
After hearing this, Wang Fusheng suddenly turned his head, a look of embarrassment flashed across his face, but he saw Song Mu stepping forward and putting his hand on his shoulder.
Their eyes met in the dark cell, but Wang Fusheng saw a glint in Song Mu's eyes.
The next moment, an extremely warm force rushed into his body. His meridians, which had already been exhausted, were extremely thirsty for this power. At this moment, Wang Fusheng felt that his whole body was cheering for the arrival of this power.
At this moment, Wang Fusheng's eyes widened violently and he stared at Song Mu in front of him, but Song Mu just stretched out his hand and made a hissing gesture.
Song Mu's words suddenly sounded in Wang Fusheng's mind.
"You just follow my arrangements, or you may have the chance to leave."
Song Mu's words and the surging power at this moment made Wang Fusheng feel like a dream. At this moment, he suddenly realized that this Song Mu was already extraordinary.
The next moment, after Song Mu explained something, he let go and nodded slightly to Wang Fusheng.
Wang Fusheng, who finally regained some strength, immediately nodded, and the next moment he mobilized his body's literary strength, and then let out a few screams.
"Damn demons, after this life, you all have to go to the eighteenth level of hell!"
As he spoke, a vast force suddenly spread out from the other party's body, causing the entire prison to tremble slightly.
The cell door was opened violently in the next moment, and the fat figure suddenly rushed in. His hands were full of blood, and his eyes swept over him.
"It ruined my mood, do you know... huh?"
As the fat man said this, he immediately stepped inside. He then walked to Wang Fusheng, who had lost all breath. He reached out and patted the other man's cheek, but he frowned fiercely.
However, he did not give up, and immediately released several streaks of demonic energy. The demonic energy wrapped around Wang Fusheng's body, leaving traces of erosion, but he still remained motionless.
"Damn guy! Can't even hold on for a moment?!"
When the fat man saw such a scene, he became angry. He stood up and kicked him hard several times, but he didn't give up. He reached out and grabbed Wang Fusheng's head. The demonic energy lingered around him for a moment, and then he threw it down angrily.
"It's really unlucky. Drag him out right away!"
"While it's still warm, send it directly to the Holy Son. Just tell him that he died after entering the city. Don't blame it on me!"
The fat man said towards the outside, and someone immediately dragged him out.
The fat man was always cursing, but he did not leave. Instead, he suddenly raised his gaze and looked at Song Mu, who was looking frightened by the wall.
"Hey, have you seen my methods clearly? Then tell me all the information you know."
The fat man threatened like this and took a few steps towards Song Mu.
The fat face was full of cruelty at this moment. The fat man's face was slightly drooped, almost touching Song Mu.
But the next moment, he saw Song Mu raising his head.
For an instant, the eyes of both parties met, but before the fat man could make any reaction, the sparkle in his eyes quickly receded.
Song Mu just stared at the other party and said softly.
"Where are you sending us?"
The fat man was also stunned when he heard Song Mu's question. There seemed to be a somewhat tangled look on his face, but he still spoke slowly.
"If I can't find out your things, I'll send them to the temple and enter the blood refining pool."
"What about ordinary people?"
"They don't have enough vitality and blood, so they drag them directly into the Blood Sacrifice Pond next to them."
While speaking, the fat man did not blink his eyes, and his words were even more mechanical and indifferent.
At this moment, he was even a little sluggish, and Song Mu's eyes did not leave the other party's sight, and he just said slowly.
"Who is the Holy Son? Why does he need so much blood food?"
"To heal."
"Take me out of here, I'm going to see your Son."
Song Mu said this, and the fat man seemed to be inspired. He stood up immediately, but he still looked a little stiff.
Now he has been completely controlled by Song Mu's mind power. Having lost his ability to think, he is like a walking corpse, at the mercy of Song Mu.
At that moment, Song Mu controlled him, grabbing his collar and heading out of the cell.
Outside the cell, there were demon sect subordinates who saw the other party's actions and wanted to step forward to ask, but the fat man shouted him back.
"This guy is very extraordinary. Look at this place. I will dedicate him to the Holy Son with my own hands!"
Those members of the Demon Cult did not dare to offend the opponent's majesty, and immediately gave way to the passage.
Song Mu was staggering behind him. When he lowered his head and moved forward, Song Mu also looked at the surrounding cells and secretly made a note of this place.
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