I can’t control it!
No one cares about the people here, including the high-ranking officials of Purgatory Gate. The people below can play whatever they want, and if they do well, they are just good dogs.
This group of people has insufficient Qi and blood. They go up and down the stairs every day and cannot fill a bag of Qi. They have little impact on the power of Purgatory City and will not attract any interference from powerful officials.
But as time passed, the jailers who could not leave easily also felt pain. While detaining the prisoners, their hearts changed. When they whipped the prisoners, they felt that they were being whipped. Although the whip did not fall on them, they also felt pain. , this strange feeling hit their spirits, and their whole bodies felt like they were about to burst. They became more and more uncomfortable inside, and their hearts became weird and fierce. They treated the prisoners more cruelly, and at the same time they felt more uncomfortable. This cycle, The entire Purgatory City is filled with this atmosphere.
The prisoners were tortured more and more.
The steamed buns soaked in urine are given separately and are not included in the daily supply. Whoever can grab it can eat it. Although it is very humiliating, it is a rare supplement to physical strength. After all, one steamed bun may not even be enough for a child, let alone Not to mention a virtual scholar.
Long-term lack of physical strength will cause the body to become weaker and weaker. Even if the city gate is opened in the future, they may not be able to walk out.
eat!
After a moment's pause, a group of people rushed towards the steamed buns and snatched them frantically, inadvertently consuming a lot of energy and blood.
"hey-hey!"
Watching the people snatching food like dogs, the pain in the hearts of the jailers eased a lot, and some more cruel methods followed.
"ah!"
A prisoner had just grabbed a steamed bun, but after taking one bite, he vomited it out and chipped a tooth. There was an iron block hidden inside.
"ah!"
"ah!"
They even tampered with the steamed buns that had been soaked in urine. These people went too far.
The prisoners dared not speak out in anger. After grabbing the steamed buns, they tore them open and inspected them before daring to eat them.
Don't stop, hurry up!
The people below were grabbing the steamed buns to eat, and the people on the stairs couldn't stop. While watching, they had to be driven up the stairs, their stomachs growling, and they had to resist the whips on their bodies obediently to serve the jailers. Let your feelings out.
How long will this kind of life last?
Not knowing, the prisoners gritted their teeth and continued to persevere, waiting for their dream day.
"I bet three!"
"Okay, I'll bet three too!"
Several jailers in Nancheng District secretly gambled and bet three prisoners within their jurisdiction.
"Okay, open the cup!"
Several dice formed three points in the gambling cup, and it turned out to be a leopard!
One win and one loss!
"Ha ha!"
The legs of the three prisoners were immediately chopped off!
"ah!"
"ah!"
"ah!"
"I'll kill you beasts!"
A prisoner couldn't stand it anymore and used his abilities regardless.
"Qianqiu Li!"
The punch hit the jailer like a landslide.
boom!
The jailer's body shattered into pieces like a landslide and scattered on the ground piece by piece.
The prisoner who made the move had all his energy and blood drained from his body, and instantly turned into a mummy. The chains were pulled out of his body, and not even a trace could be seen. Just a moment ago, he was still a living person.
One life for one!
"Haha! Not a loss!"
One of the jailers laughed and said that he originally lost, but now that one of the other jailers was killed, he made a profit, and his mood instantly improved.
"snort!"
One party was happy, but the other party was very angry. He looked at the remaining two people and said, "You want to try it too?"
"no no?"
Seeing the tragic death of their former companion, the other two dragged their bodies back and shook their heads in pain.
"Drag it down!"
Several other guards dragged the prisoners down. Such things were not allowed, but as time went by, many people began to enjoy killing prisoners. The main source of energy and blood in Purgatory City is Dongcheng District, although Nancheng District is not small. , but not too many, and the upper-level officials turned a blind eye to ensure the stability of the jailers.
Purgatory City is not a city like Wushuang City, but it is larger than ordinary counties. There are no less than a thousand houses in each urban area. Except for Dongcheng District, other urban areas are filled with pavilions tens of meters high and staircases of various shapes. Throughout the pavilion, it is not only easy for outsiders to get lost, but even the jailers who have stayed here for several years often find themselves in the wrong place.
Abuse of prisoners often occurs, and the situation is different in each region. Purgatory City has a strong ability to restrict prisoners. The jailors have no scruples and have no bottom line for prisoners. A black aura gradually fills the sky above Purgatory City.
In Dongcheng District, a skinny man was sitting on the open space in front of his house basking in the sun. His long hair obscured his appearance. He was wearing a long gown made of rags. There were holes everywhere, and most of his arms and legs were damaged. When exposed, he looks no different from a beggar.
An old man swayed over. What was different from others was that he had an illusory chain tied to his feet.
Restricted by the chains, the distance his feet moved was very small, and the speed was very slow. He actually walked for half an hour for a distance of less than 100 meters. Perhaps he was wasting time, or perhaps he was asking the person in front of the house, wanting to obtain something. Come back after agreeing.
"Still thinking about that person?"
"…………"
"He won't come. How can a boy from an ordinary sect offend the emperor again for you? And even if he comes, what can he do? He will just be buried here with you!"
The skinny man raised his head and glanced at the sun. The sunlight passed through his hair, and only part of the light could be seen. It was not very dazzling, but it was enough to make him unable to see the shape of the sun clearly.
"Why not take a gamble!"
"Okay, how to bet?"
"If Purgatory City falls on the day of the ten-year promise, how about you tell me your whereabouts?"
"What if Purgatory City can't fall?"
"I will pass on the Haoran Righteous Sword to you!"
"You're crazy!"
The old man jumped up in disbelief and took three steps back, more than a hundred times faster than before.
The skinny man smiled and said, "What, you still want to stay here for the rest of your life?"
The old man: "Of course I don't want to, but my disciples and disciples are afraid that they have forgotten me long ago. Maybe Purgatory City will fall, but I don't believe that it is right in front of me, and I don't believe that that person can save you!"
"Bet or not?"
"It's a bet. I'll take advantage of this bet. If Purgatory City falls on the day of the ten-year agreement, I'll do one more thing for you!"
"good!"
The skinny man answered calmly, as if the bet had nothing to do with him, which made the others excited.
The legendary Haoran Zhengqi Sword is a martial art that even the ten sect masters of Purgatory Sect want to learn. It is a treasure that the entire Purgatory Sect covets.
"Senior, can you make a bet?"
"Oh? How do you want to play, little doll?"
A beautiful woman came out of the room. She was very interested in this bet and wanted to participate.
"I bet that Purgatory City will fall that day!"
"What bet?"
"Your whereabouts!"
The old man was like a banker in a casino. He knew the numbers of the dice in advance. The more the opponent placed bets, the more he earned. When he saw new people participating in the bet, he couldn't hide his excitement.
"Where is your gambling capital?"
"A big secret!"
"Hmph, there's no basis for what you say. What secret can be compared to Tai Xingjing, which I have practiced for many years? This martial art is..."
The woman whispered a few words in the old man's ear, and the old man stopped.
"Okay, okay, you said so!"
"certainly!"
Some people died, but not completely...
