In Mingdu, somewhere deep underground, there is a prison dedicated to holding soul master criminals.
Although "criminals" in a broad sense are nominally detained, the general sentences eligible to be detained here are life imprisonment with a small minimum guarantee and death penalty with a large minimum guarantee.
Ordinary soul masters live a good life as masters and are very nostalgic for a prosperous life. They rarely commit serious crimes because of ordinary people, so...
About half of the people detained here have some relationship with evil soul masters, or are pure evil soul masters themselves.
As for why an evil soul master, who usually fights other soul masters on a life-and-death basis, was not hacked to death on the spot but was instead sent to this military warehouse-level prison for detention...
Of course, this is because the Sun and Moon Empire also has a need to collect and store living soul masters. Many biological experiments are not very humane and cannot recruit volunteers, and it is impossible to catch wild soul masters casually, so they have to spend money to hire various soul masters to carry out these sinful soul masters. The evil soul master who is here is captured and kept for later use.
Although the Sun Moon Empire and the evil soul masters are often unclear, those who are qualified to negotiate conditions are those powerful evil soul masters who have achieved great magic and are almost impossible to destroy. They never attack the minions below. The discernment of those big shots.
Therefore, the soul masters of the Sun and Moon Empire who can meet and defeat evil soul masters occasionally work part-time as bounty hunters. Over time, there are many... collections in this prison.
"Bang bang bang."
A sound of gongs and drums sounded in the corridor. Different from the routine sound of banging the rice bowl with a spoon in the past, the jailer who came down this time actually brought a gong, and was accompanied by a man holding a bound volume of files. colleague.
Behind the two of them, there was a mysterious person wearing a mask and a white robe, who seemed to have a lot of cultivation.
One of the jailers knocked the gong solemnly three times, and then shouted with a drake's throat:
"Everyone who's not dead yet should prick up your ears and listen!"
"You guys who should have been imprisoned until death are in luck today. There is a big shot who wants to use people to test medicine. There are quite a lot of talents needed. Let you pick them up!"
After listening to the jailer's explanation, the prisoners who had cheered up all sat back dejectedly.
Human resources are the same as medicinal materials.
Would anyone release the unused medicinal materials after refining the elixir? Obviously not, the alchemists will only collect the remaining medicinal materials for the next refining, until the medicinal materials are completely used up, and then collect new medicinal materials.
The same goes for these talents. They are just materials used to experiment with the effects of drugs or other strange things. If you are lucky enough to survive one time, then wait until the next time. Using people to death and feeding them stupidly does not mean the end of suffering. Death is the only way to escape.
So what if he was taken out to test the medicine for the big shot? It's either death this time or death next time. Only when you breathe your last breath can you regain your freedom. It's better to die than to live. At least the food and other living conditions provided in this prison to maintain their physical condition are not considered abuse. Who wants to To be the person who tests the medicine?
After all, raising mice in a laboratory must be done scientifically, let alone the rare soul masters...
Seeing that none of the heavy-duty prisoners stood up to respond, the jailer holding the gong snorted loudly and cursed: "You don't know how to seize the opportunity when it comes. You can't keep up with the heat even if you grab shit to eat. They are a bunch of idiots!"
In each cell, the murderous eyes from the prisoners who had nothing to lose but their lives were piercing through the walls. However, the jailer was not worried and even enjoyed it very much.
The entire prison is covered with magic circles that suppress soul power. The prisoners are unable to use any soul power at all. Their combat effectiveness is no higher than that of ordinary people. Even the jailer, a three-ring soul master, can use the shielding magic circle in his hand to suppress the souls. The guide is arrogant towards these guys who were even soul emperors in the past.
"Listen up to me. This gentleman is very kind-hearted and has great hands and eyes. He promises that all of you who participate in the drug test and survive several rounds of the process will be freed! Even if you are a death row prisoner!"
free!
Tata is on!
When the words "Give you your freedom" fell, the prisoners who had been tacitly pretending to be dead suddenly reached a tacit understanding on another level.
"Dad! Look at me, Dad!"
"Grandpa, what do you think of me?"
"Sir, I, I, I! I was wronged because that bitch set up a trap for me! Not only have I never killed anyone, but I have also treated the common people!"
"Believe me, I am the cleanest among the people here. I used to be a Soul Emperor, and I have been exercising every day for these years. I can keep it to best meet the requirements of that adult!"
The jailer first smiled sinisterly and cursed: "Why do you want me to exercise every day? I think you are dreaming about escaping from prison! You are indeed dishonest!"
To be honest, he didn't understand why he wanted to give the promise of freedom to these mortals whose only reason for not being dead now was that they still had some value. Didn't they just need to try some medicine and just pull them in for injections?
But that was a big shot's business after all, and it was of no use to him even if he tried his best to figure it out, so he simply didn't think about it too much. This was one of the secrets to maintaining stupid happiness.
"Don't think things are too good! As mentioned above, this time I will give you a test to quickly increase your cultivation level to the bottleneck, and maybe it will increase it twice in a row! You are all people who have been soul masters, you know this This means that most of your cultivation is useless. Even if you are lucky enough not to have a decline in your cultivation, the higher-ups will not allow you to retain one of your cultivations to go out and cause harm to others. At most, you are allowed to retain two levels of cultivation to taste the taste of being a soul master from time to time!"
"In addition, the freedom granted to you is also limited. Those who are lucky enough to survive must live in a certain town outside the designated Mingdu, and wear soul-power foot cuffs on their feet for a lifetime to prevent escape. As long as the person is not dead. , you have to report to the local designated agency every week!”
"Also, your citizen ID card will have a criminal record for life, and you will not be allowed to enter certain public places."
Citizen ID card? What the hell is this?
The prisoners who had been in the cell for who knows how long looked at each other in confusion through the bars. They had obviously never heard of this new thing, but they fully understood what the jailer meant.
"Okay, I've made the above clear. Who wants to sign up for a drug trial now? Tell me and listen."
This time, someone hesitated.
I have been a soul master and experienced what it is like to be a master. Suddenly telling them that even if they are lucky enough to gain limited freedom, they will have to live as lower-class citizens with citizenship rights that are worse than ordinary people. This is very embarrassing for people who are arrogant. Difficult to make a decision.
However, there are obviously more people who are clear-headed and can figure out the joints.
No matter how low your cultivation level is, and no matter how restricted your freedom of harvest is, isn't it better than being a "talented person" and being raised as a pig, without any cultivation level or freedom?
"Sir, I am willing, I am willing! Let alone the second level of cultivation, even if my soul power is destroyed!"
"Sir, before I was captured, I secretly buried some treasures. I am the only one who knows about that place. If you don't mind it, please treat it as my filial piety!"
The jailer pinched the drake's throat, turned red and shouted, "Get out of here!"
"I, I, I, I wonder if you have ever been married? I have a niece who has been beautiful since she was a child. She is twenty-eight years old this year. I can guarantee that she will be your wife... she can also be your concubine!"
The prisoner's face turned even redder, and he kicked the prisoner's railing repeatedly with his foot.
"Go, go, go, get out of here! You're a scumbag, you want to be released from prison, you're just waiting for me to recommend you as one of the next batch of talents, you bitch!"
It's not necessarily that he is so noble and has no interest in the twenty-eight-year-old concubine... The main reason is that he is currently having a passionate relationship with the leader's daughter, and there are colleagues watching next to him who may snitch, but he doesn't dare to do so at this time. Talking nonsense.
"Look...can I do it?"
The jailer vented a burst of evil fire, and the messy prison was clean for a moment, but then a weak but peaceful voice came from the cell behind him.
The jailer turned around and saw that the man in the cell looked younger - that's okay. Soul masters usually have good looks, but the man obviously had a peaceful temperament that was incompatible with this prison. He seemed to be very concerned about his own appearance. Fate has no objections. It seems that even in desperate situations, she is still gentle.
The first impression the person in front of him gave him was not bad, so the jailer asked his colleague holding the file next to him: "What's the matter with him?"
The jailer holding the file looked at the plate number on the top of the cell, opened the file and searched for a moment, then slowly said:
"Zhang Keke... Tsk, this name is quite strange. It sounds childish, like a girl's name."
The man in the cell still had that peaceful expression on his face, without any change.
"The sentence is death. Because he was a soul master, he escaped and was sent here. The original case recorded in the file was... Huh?"
With a slight sigh, the jailer continued:
"When you were thirteen, your family and your neighbors had a violent fight over a land dispute. At that time, you witnessed your mother being hit in the head with a stick and died of injuries in front of you..."
"Twenty-two years later, you have already achieved the fourth ring cultivation level... This progress is not very good. You resigned from your position at the local research institute and returned to your hometown, taking advantage of the holiday period to reunite the family of the enemy who killed your mother. He broke in and killed the whole family of his enemies who had no cultivation base...the pictures on file are bloody enough."
"After leaving all the savings you've saved over the years to your family, you went and surrendered... Oh, I think about it. It seemed like there was quite a fuss back then. Even Mingdu was talking about it. I didn't expect you to be here today. See you."
"Should I praise you for being a man, or should you say that killing your whole family is too extreme after all?"
Zhang Keke finally showed a bitter smile on his face, shook his head and said: "Whatever you say... I just want to taste the taste of freedom again. If I can't resist and die, then I deserve it. If I reincarnate now, I might still be able to survive." He’s worthy enough to be my mother’s son for the rest of his life…”
"Well, it's been almost thirty years since that time. Based on this time, she might be able to become a young lady from a wealthy family in her life, which wouldn't be a bad thing."
"So...how about you give me a chance?"
The two jailers looked at each other, then turned to look at the mysterious man behind him wearing a white robe and mask.
The latter held his chin and nodded slowly.
…………
A group of criminals who were blindfolded and wearing soul-power restraints to suppress their soul-power levels to an extremely low level were prepared to risk their lives. When the blindfolds were removed and the light returned, they found that they were in a brightly lit room, but it was obviously built on In the underground research institute.
On the other side in front of them were several restrained soul beasts, and it seemed that their cultivation level was not too high.
"Your Excellency, the first batch of experimental personnel has been brought, and all preparations are in place."
Everyone in the institute was wearing uniform masks and hooded white coats to cover up their physical features. The researcher who was reminded and obviously had a high status nodded when he heard this, stretched out his hand and asked:
"Where's the personnel information sheet? Let me take a look."
"Here, please take a look."
Taking the memo, Huo Yuhao flipped through the contents. When he saw the handwritten note after the first name, his eyebrows under the mask frowned slightly.
"Zhang Keke, white, yellow, yellow and purple four-ring soul sect."
"Remarks: It is recommended that this person be placed in the first round of No. A experiment."
Huo Yuhao couldn't help but feel a little surprised by the specially written note. This prisoner couldn't have reached some kind of PY deal with Teacher Yu who was arranged to pick someone up, right?
Teacher Yu is not such a person, and he is not short of money. Besides, what kind of fortune can a soul sect who has held a white ring for ten years have? It's not possible...
After carefully reading the information recorded in the file below, Huo Yuhao became convinced. He did not expect that the prison that the Hongchen Hall Master had blown up to heaven actually contained criminals who did not seem to be so heinous...
Huo Yuhao decided to adopt Teacher Yu's suggestion and give Mr. Zhang a chance.
He subjectively has no intention of treating people as disposable supplies, but if this gentleman is really ill-fated, it is not his fault.
"Zhang Keke!"
"I am here……"
"Get out of the queue and stand in the green circle on the ground."
Zhang Keke nervously stepped forward and stood in the green circled area under the sympathetic gazes of other inmates.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Just do whatever I ask you to do. Don't ask any questions. Speaking without permission will disturb the ceremony and cause disability or even death. You will be responsible for the consequences." Huo Yuhao said in a calm tone.
ceremony?
All the inmates who were just brought out looked at each other. Didn't they say that they were caught to test the medicine?
Looking at the tied soul beasts on the opposite side...could this be some kind of ulterior living sacrifice ceremony that transcends species?
Forget it... Anyway, the survival rate for one round of drug testing is pitifully low, so it doesn't make any difference how the adults arrange it.
"Zhang Keke, your cultivation level before you were imprisoned was exactly level 50, and you didn't have any additional soul rings, right?"
"Yes."
"That's just right. Save a pill. No matter what happens next, don't speak until I ask you and you answer in the affirmative."
Zhang Keke was about to answer "I understand", but then he thought of the researcher's previous instructions and nodded instead.
Huo Yuhao didn't say much at home. After a ten-year-old soul beast was pulled to the predetermined area, he slowly began to recite the fresh spell that Electrolux had improved after reading Shrek's classics.
Zhang Keke looked pale as he listened to the syllables of unknown meaning, as if listening to the devil's language. He couldn't help but wonder if he could be released alive after seeing this.
After a while, Huo Yuhao stopped chanting the incantation and instead spoke to the ten-year soul beast in the language of Douluo Continent:
"Are you willing to become Zhang Keke's soul and guard him faithfully, both physically and mentally, forever and ever?"
"If you speak, I will treat it as your consent. If you don't speak, I will treat it as your acquiescence."
(End of chapter)
