call!
"This is your honor!"
Young Master Dong moved his body, which had been trapped for a long time, and then flew into the distance.
As expected, the four people who fell to the ground in the jungle were Zhang Xiang and others.
Young Master Dong stepped forward and looked through it, and sure enough he found two Putuo pictures.
"It's all done now!"
He had taken one piece from Beigui Guan before, and Jiang Shan had taken two pieces from Qi Men. Now that these two pieces are included, they are just in time.
These people are so timely and sensible!
"Ha ha!"
Young Master Dong laughed happily.
Turning back, he took out three more pieces, one in the middle and four around it. The buckles between the gaps were very obvious, and they were put together like a book. But as soon as they were put together, there was a bang, and one of them was violently slammed. Bounced out.
"What??"
"This is a fake!"
Young Master Dong picked up the piece, squeezed it hard, and broke it into pieces. A token fell out of it with the word "Ghost Hand" written on it.
"How dare you lie to me!"
Young Master Dong subconsciously thought that Jiang Shan was lying to him. No, if he looked carefully, he saw that the fake was stolen from the Arctic Official.
Doesn’t Arctic Official know that his piece is a fake?
Young Master Dong thought of the rumor. Could it be that Official Beiji was deceived by ghost hands?
Or was it hidden by the Arctic officials?
It's bad now. The Arctic official has been killed. Where can I find the piece?
Young Master Dong suddenly felt dizzy. After planning for so long, he was stuck on the last step. He was not willing to accept it!
"We can only rely on Gyroscope and Purgatory Gate!"
The world is so big that he cannot control it alone. He needs more people to help him find out the information. As for the power of the five holy places, he dare not ask more for fear of being found out. What is waiting for him may not be just what he says. Blamed.
………………
Purgatory City, Xicheng District.
A group of people were as skinny as dry firewood, still climbing the stairs step by step. The jailer's whip hit their bodies again and again. They could not scream in pain, otherwise more severe torture was waiting for them. The sweat dripped through the frost-beaten rocks in the winter, like Like rain, the charcoal fire piled up in the middle cannot warm the prisoner's heart. No matter whether it is winter or summer, this place is like an ice cellar, cold and painful.
Zhao Lai's troubles and the worries of the powerful officials cannot be affected here. Purgatory City is not a good place in the first place, and West City is at the bottom. The lives of prisoners here are as cheap as dogs. No one pays attention to what is happening outside. The jailer is also like this.
Among the prisoners in the darkness, a man named Yang Cong with a stern eyebrow carefully observed every corner of Xicheng District. This kind of eyes was different from others, full of spirit and intention. He could only look up occasionally, and had to keep his gaze most of the time. Keep your head down like others and keep trying to climb every staircase.
Fortunately, people here don't pay attention to what you look at or where you look, because no matter what you do, it's useless. Purgatory City is an iron wall and no birds can fly in.
Yang Cong has a good memory. He wrote down these places to facilitate his escape in the future. He was waiting for an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Of course, such an important thing cannot be told to the outside world, but there is no need to hide the intention of escaping. No prisoner wants to stay here, but they all know that escaping is impossible.
Ridicule was inevitable, and Yang Cong didn't care. He just told the prisoners who were close friends with him very seriously that they must hold on until the day of weakness.
"Do you think Qi Zimo dares to come?"
Yang Cong: "Of course! Otherwise, why would he make the oath!"
"Not to mention whether Qi Zimo can beat the emperor, I'm afraid he can't even beat the powerful officials!"
Yang Cong: "Maybe he can think of some good way to avoid fighting!"
Yang Cong knew a little bit about the inside story and was helping Qi Zimo from the side, but what he could do was very limited and he could not play a key role. The strength gap between the two sides was too big. Not to mention outsiders, even Yang Cong himself was not very good. letter.
But here, if you don’t believe it, what else can you do?
I can only believe that this is a hope and a motivation for people to persevere.
Yang Cong has developed a magical skill over the years. He can accumulate Qi in his body. Part of the inhaled Qi is supplied to the body, and part of it is transferred to the Purgatory City in the body. A small part can be saved. This part is lost to an ability and left alone. The ability in Purgatory City does not use a lot of energy, but the energy that Yang Cong accumulated is obviously not enough. It can only keep this ability from dissipating, and it occasionally works.
However, it occasionally works, and it is very important to that person. Only by knowing the movements of Purgatory Gate and some internal information, and knowing yourself and the enemy, can you take the initiative in your own hands.
Yang Cong knew that the man was not trying to save him, but Purgatory City could not agree. If he wanted to save people, he would have to make a big fuss. No matter whether he succeeded or not, it would cause chaos, and then he would have a chance to escape.
"eat!"
A jailer walked up to Yang Cong, kicked a steamed bun stained with feces, and said in a commanding tone.
Yang Cong immediately picked it up and took a few bites. The period of weakness was approaching. He had been waiting for so many years and did not want to offend the jailer at this critical moment, which would lead to failure.
Seeing that Yang Cong was like a shit-eating dog, the jailer stopped embarrassing him and kicked the buns to others.
Xicheng has become much calmer recently, and the violent suicide attempts in the past have stopped. Although he does not believe that Qi Zimo can succeed, he is the only one who dares to openly be an enemy of Purgatory City for so many years.
The prisoners can only place their hopes on Qi Zimo.
Otherwise, what they have to face is a life of pigs and dogs stained with feces and urine all day long and without dignity.
"ah!"
A prisoner had his eyes removed because of a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.
"ah!"
A prisoner's skin was peeled off because he walked a few steps too slowly.
"ah!"
A prisoner had his hands and feet broken because he refused to eat steamed buns.
Countless prisoners endure torture here, and the pain is only a small part of it. It is very ordinary. Being deprived of their dignity and expectations is the biggest insult. The physical and mental exhaustion makes many people forget the life they lived before.
He does whatever he wants, eats whatever he wants, but is still not satisfied, fights for fame and wealth, and ends up becoming a prisoner at the gate of purgatory, eating shit and drinking urine from time to time.
If I can go out in the future, I will definitely put these things down and enjoy it.
Although I think so, I may not do it.
"Tell me, are you a traitor?"
"No, no, I'm not!"
"deny!"
"ah!"
The jailers had nothing to do, making fun of the prisoners and letting them act as traitors to the Purgatory Gate.
One prisoner refused to admit that his hand tendons were severed.
Throw it back and find a second one.
"Are you a traitor?"
"Yes, yes, I am a traitor!"
"ah!"
"How dare you be a traitor!"
Seeing how miserable the first man was, the second traitor hurriedly admitted it, but his hand tendons were also cut off.
More and more screams from Xicheng District reached Nancheng District, and the jailers here also began to torture the prisoners. They put all the fears of the past aside. Maybe it was their true intention, or maybe they were confused by something.
Xicheng and Nancheng started making noises one after another, which made Zhao Lai and Quan Guan feel at ease. Recently, a strange feeling made them very scared, as if they were about to be caught by some monster. Leng Buding would be frightened by him, and Zhao Lai still Good point, after all, he is the only one in power now, and he can kill whoever he wants. He has the power, which offsets part of this feeling. But the powerful officials below are not able to, and they are tortured by this weird feeling all the time. At this time, they heard the screams Suddenly, he was no longer so scared, as if he had become a monster himself, trying to catch people and kill people to satisfy his desires.
Some people died, but not completely...
