There's something wrong with the general.

The moment Wen Yuxi was thrown towards the altar, he immediately rolled to the ground and landed steadily on the altar.

These people avoided the altar like the plague, so Wen Yuxi simply stopped pretending to be asleep.

He stood up from the ground with a swagger, brushed off the dust on his body as if no one was around, then took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his palms slowly.

As for the dirty handkerchief, he threw it directly at his subordinate.

"Thank you for carrying me to the altar. I am deeply grateful. This handkerchief is for you."

The dusty handkerchief flew towards the subordinate along a parabola.

The dust raised from above fell evenly on him like rain and dew.

The man quickly turned his head and covered his mouth with his hands, but the dust still entered his mouth.

He was furious and gnashed his teeth, but he was too afraid to go to the altar.

Wen Yuxi laughed heartily: "Coward!"

"You!" The man laughed in anger, his face full of gloating expression.

"Just wait, when the commander arrives, you will be helpless."

The man said this with a cruel smile.

Wen Yuxi was still mocking him with a smile on his face, but he was worried in his heart. It seemed that the secret technique that this commander was going to use would cause people great pain.

"Brother Wen, why bother with him?"

At this time, Master Cui San and the woman who was already dead were also thrown onto the altar.

After he stood up, he patted Wen Yuxi's shoulder to comfort her.

Wen Yuxi also felt bored, so she pulled his sleeve and walked towards the center of the altar: "They didn't even let go of the girl's body. Maybe the body is the only thing that is useful to them?"

"Brother Wen, I think these people have been guarding here the whole time. It might be difficult for us to escape. But my brother likes to place spies around me. Today, I was the one who broke away from them and sneaked out. Don't worry, they might already be on their way up the mountain."

Wen Yuxi's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "Brother Cui, did you leave a mark on the road?"

Mr. Cui San blinked at him, looking confident.

"No, no, save me, wuwu. Let me go."

A hoarse cry for help came from beside me.

The two men hurriedly looked behind them and saw several more people thrown onto the altar. They were all young men in their twenties, and the miserable screaming came from a child about ten years old.

He is so heartless and worse than an animal.

The boy was gagged, his hands and feet bound, and thrown directly towards the altar.

Wen Yuxi took a few quick steps and hugged the child, but due to inertia, he stumbled back a few steps and almost fell, but was supported by Mr. Cui San's waist.

"Thank you, Brother Cui." Wen Yuxi smiled knowingly.

Then he stood up, put the boy down from his arms, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, there are many people here with you. Look, everyone is very brave."

Wen Yuxi pointed at the other people on the altar.

They were all dejected, their faces pale, as if they had lost their parents, their legs were weak, and they sat crookedly on the ground, not saying a word.

Isn't this just destroying his platform?

"Hehe," Wen Yuxi said with a fake laugh, "It's normal for everyone to take a break after a tiring journey. Look at me, I'm calm and collected, and I won't be afraid in a while."

The little boy sniffed and said, "Big brother, how can I survive? My mother is waiting for me at home. I will never run around again."

Wen Yuxi patted his head and said, "Of course you can go back. See that bead in the middle? Isn't it pretty? Just treat it as a fun activity. This is much more interesting than studying in the classroom."

"Brother, I remember!" The little boy stopped crying, tilted his neck to look at Wen Yuxi, his face full of admiration.

Wen Yuxi's heart softened and she smiled at him.

Suddenly, Wen Yuxi felt a gaze looking at him from time to time.

He glanced around out of the corner of his eye and saw that everyone on the altar was in danger and no one was paying attention to him.

Wen Yuxi raised his head and glanced outside the altar seemingly unintentionally.

At a glance, he saw the man called "General" by his subordinates, looking at him from afar.

As if sensing Wen Yuxi's gaze, he retracted his gaze unintentionally and continued to look at the other people on the altar.

Somehow, although his eyes turned away quickly, Wen Yuxi still felt that he saw a hint of panic in his eyes.

The bright flames burned fiercely in the breeze, and the flames seemed to cover his entire body.

The soft firelight seemed to dilute his coldness and seriousness. The invisible face was also hidden in the dark mask, making it difficult to understand.

Wen Yuxi was thinking when suddenly a black shadow flashed before his eyes.

A pair of big hands like iron claws fell on his neck and then tightened fiercely.

Wen Yuxi felt a sudden pain in his neck, and his body moved faster than his brain. He hurriedly grabbed the black shadow's wrist with both hands and tried to bend his fingers hard.

But the force was too great and Wen Yuxi was almost suffocated.

He was easily kicked into the air, and his chest was choking.

There was chaos all around, screaming and cursing.

But none of these sounds reached his ears.

"Brother Wen!" Young Master Cui said in shock.

As the third son of the Cui family, he had learned some martial arts since he was a child, so he naturally couldn't just watch him suffer.

Then he attacked the man.

The man seemed not to see him and did not dodge or evade. But when he saw that Master Cui San was about to succeed, he pointed into the air and directly fixed Master Cui San in mid-air.

"Looking for death!" The man pointed his finger lightly at the ground, and Master Cui San fell heavily to the ground again and didn't move.

"Brother Cui...Brother Cui, no, don't."

Wen Yuxi saw that Mr. Cui San was in danger while trying to save him, so he hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Your life is in danger, yet you still care about others. That's a real brotherly love."

The man sneered and looked at Wen Yuxi as if he was looking at an ant.

Wen Yuxi was almost suffocating. The veins on his neck were bulging, his face turned red, and his feet were struggling hard on the ground, but he couldn't get free.

No, he had to find a way to break free, otherwise he would really die here today.

He thought of something, and then shouted loudly and intermittently: "Spirit Stone, I have Spirit Stone."

The man seemed unconvinced, but he was still very eager for the spirit stones, so he released Wen Yuxi.

Wen Yuxi was coughing violently and breathing heavily.

It was only at this time that I noticed this person: a man in his forties, thin and emaciated, with cloudy eyes, and it was obvious that he had evil intentions.

The man was quite patient. He waited until he calmed down before asking, "Where is the spirit stone?"

Wen Yuxi's mind raced, and he said, "I heard there's a fairy mountain on Penglai Island, full of rare treasures, so I guess there's a spirit stone there."

"You fool me?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to grab Wen Yuxi's neck again, but then he laughed heartily: "Well, he's just a mere mortal."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from my ear: "Commander, the time has come, we can begin."