"Value? What value?" Subiezhi looked at him again.
The man wiped the blood from his mouth. Saying so much already made his lungs feel extremely painful: "We who are left behind...are members of the 'Golden Lock Rakshasa Formation' studied by the former leader. Apart from us, there is no one else No one knows this formation."
Subiezhi had heard of this formation before, but he had forgotten which leader told it about it. It is said that this formation is extremely magical and can defeat more with less. It is a unique formation.
"In addition, he... is also the last person who knows the last move of our sect." The man in the cage next to him shook his finger and pointed at the man, "He is... ours, Third Senior Brother."
"That's it." Subiezhi nodded, carefully remembering every key point they said.
The man's physical strength was difficult to support, so he had to turn sideways and change to a slightly more comfortable position to regain his strength. He poured out the valuable memories he could still remember without any reservation.
The people in other cells also fell into silence. What their third senior brother said just now was what they knew, and there was nothing else to add. After a while, Subiezhi heard someone sighing quietly.
He has a mature mind and must find a way to rescue these people no matter what. He cannot let them be imprisoned for a long time and die in the hands of the Japanese sooner or later.
The jade-faced Rakshasa Halberd should be returned to its original owner. And this time has arrived.
"I understand, thank you." After a long while, he suddenly raised his head, as if the sun had cleared through the clouds, and breathed out, "I will come to rescue you again, please don't give up hope."
"Hey." The man struggled and turned his head, "We have looked away a long time ago. Life or death doesn't matter, but you must get the Jade Faced Rakshasa Halberd back on track."
"Yeah...ahem," the man next to him also turned over and stared at him earnestly, "The Jade Faced Rakshasa Halberd...is our last hope...you must help us take it back!"
As he spoke, the man kept vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood. Seeing this, Subiezhi felt extremely heavy in his heart.
"I will, wait for my good news." Subiezhi turned to leave, "Before that, you must live well. Only in this way can you see the arrival of that moment with your own eyes."
"Wait a minute." Suddenly, the man shouted loudly again, stopping Subiezhi.
"What?" He turned around, his eyes a little confused.
Breathing heavily, the man climbed up and went deeper into the cell, carefully touching every inch of the ground, as if he had thought of some extremely important instruction.
Subiezhi didn't understand what he was doing, so he had to wait patiently.
There were no lights in the cell, and it was extremely dark inside. The man followed his memory and searched on the ground bit by bit. His miserable appearance was unbearable.
"Ah... I found it." Suddenly, the man shouted excitedly, then pulled open a floor tile and pulled out a book that was so tattered that it could barely be called a "book."
He held the booklet in his hands like a treasure, for fear of causing any further damage to such a fragile piece of paper. He climbed to the front of the cage on his knees and handed Subiezhi through the gap.
Seeing this, Subiezhi quickly leaned over to take it. Taking a closer look, I found a few words written on it like crooked earthworms: Yuming Sufeng.
"This is..." Subiezhi looked at the booklet, a little surprised.
The man looked solemnly at the booklet that had been handed to Subiezhi, and said slowly: "I...should be able to trust you. Of course, besides you, I should not have the chance to see anyone else. Then this last move may be It’s really lost.”
"This is the last move?!" Subiezhi understood and immediately became much more careful about the booklet.
The people in other cells had actually expected their senior brother to do such a thing, so there was not much commotion. Seeing that no one objected, the man continued in a deep voice: "As the last disciple who knew about it, I have an obligation to let the Jade Faced Rakshasa Halberd continue to be passed down from generation to generation."
"Even if we all die, the Jade Faced Rakshasa Halberd will continue to... ahem, regain its glory in future generations!"
"In this way, we will have the honor to go to hell..." He breathed hard, enduring the severe pain from his internal organs, and said sadly, "Meet the sect's... ancestors!"
"Senior Brother..." Low-pitched calls came from everywhere, like many resentful souls crying together.
"Don't worry." Subiezhi looked at him quietly, "I will definitely not let you down."
After saying that, considering that there was very little time, he had no choice but to say goodbye to them and turn around to leave.
Every step he took out of the vine cover, he felt many pairs of eager eyes behind him, watching him leave. Since then, there has been an extra burden on his shoulders. Defeating the conspiracy of Guizifang and others and severely damaging Jiuche Xiaoying was no longer his only action. Behind him, there are countless unyielding heroic souls standing, and he cannot let them down.
With this thought, he walked out of the prison and returned to the long dark passage. Suddenly, he discovered that there was a deep tunnel underneath the prison that extended far underground.
Don't miss this opportunity. Subiezhi seizes the time, uses the magic technique, and decides to go down and take a look.
