black pupil

Hearing the voice, the tall and thin man suddenly turned his head and said, "Who?"

Hearing the words, the short man hurriedly turned around, but he couldn't see half a figure.He looked at the tall and thin man suspiciously, and said, "Did you really hear something?"

The thin and tall man didn't see anyone, and he was a little uncertain, saying: "Maybe I misheard. I don't know what the hell it is. It's really fucking bad luck."

"Ghost thing" Song Yan's face was pale at this time, he had expected that Hu Xilai would never just lock up the intoxication, but he didn't expect that he would actually put anthropomorphic ants on him.

This junior was brought back to Zhongzheng Mountain from Dongying by himself, and he always felt that his nature was not bad.Even if he later killed his adoptive father and Wanxi, and planted slander on him to put him to death at Killing Fairy Terrace, he often thought in grief and indignation that maybe he had something to hide, and he blamed himself as a senior brother for not guiding him well. .Later, Song Li knew what Song Li meant to him because of his death in Killing Immortal Terrace, so he felt a little bit more guilty towards him.Afterwards, when he heard that he was looking for a beauty who looked like Song Li and was detained in Xingyuan Mountain, he immediately thought of his life experience and felt extremely absurd - he turned into the second Feng Rulie.

But at this moment, he just felt that fuck it, Hu Xilai is a lunatic, a pervert.

He tried his best to maintain his sanity, suppressed his breath and followed the two servants. They were indeed going to the Nether Chamber.Before they could get to the door, Song Yan backhanded twice, knocking them unconscious.

The gatekeeper vaguely heard movement and looked towards them.Song Yan didn't wait for anyone to see clearly, he put his hand into his bosom, took out a pack of ecstasy powder, and waved his hand.Borrowing the wind, the ecstasy powder fluttered straight into the gatekeeper's nose, but in a short while, it poured out most of the medicine guarded in front of the dark chamber.Before the rest of them realized what was going on, they were stunned by Song Yan's "Starlight" poke.

Song Yan pushed open the stone door of the dark room, quickly dodged in, carefully avoiding the mechanism at the door.The road in the dark room is winding and full of strange things. While carefully avoiding it, he pays attention to the movement ahead. The short road makes him anxious.After finally walking to the end, I was stopped by a circular pool.

That pool is not so much a pool as it is a lake, but the lake is not filled with water, but a dark red viscous liquid, and I don't know what Hu Xilai put in the pool.

The person tied on the platform in the center of the pool was dressed in white, the same one they were wearing intoxicated when they parted in front of the Diem River.He was too far away, and his back was turned to him, he couldn't see his expression, and felt very uneasy.

His eyes fell on his feet, and the restlessness turned into a piercing pain.

He no longer has feet.

The ground was densely covered with anthropophilic ants, all of them were red in color, which was the color after drinking blood.

Song Yan felt dizzy and dizzy, almost unable to stand still.

Without thinking about it, he flew towards the center of the pool.But the center of the pool was too far away, and there was not even a place to stay in the pool. If he rushed into it rashly, he would definitely step into the dark red sticky pool.

Hu Xilai would never put anything good in the water.

Song Yan started to fall when he was two or three feet away from the platform in the center of the pool. Seeing that he was about to sink into the water, he untied his outer shirt in desperation, threw it on the water, tapped his toes lightly on top, and borrowed After some effort, he was not completely submerged by the water.

But the soles of his feet were still stained with the liquid in the pool.

As soon as he touched the liquid, he felt the zhenqi in his body surging towards the soles of his feet, sinking into the lake along his feet.Fortunately, he hadn't been in contact with the water for a long time, even so, half of the true energy in his body disappeared.

The outer shirt thrown into the lake spun and sank to the bottom of the lake with a thud.

Before he had time to think about what was in the lake, he lit a fire and burned those anthropophilic ants, rushed to Shen Zui, touched his hole to stop the bleeding, and tremblingly tore his own clothes , wrapped his wounds.

He held him in his arms, and his heart was drowned in the sea of ​​hatred.Why must he go to see Shen Yanlin?Even if he was sent to see Shen Yanlin, why not send him to Qingliang Mountain?If Shen Yanlin hates himself, let him hate him, what does these trivial matters matter?If he hadn't looked forward and backward, how could he have come to this point.

He was about to brush his hair to see how he was doing, when he heard a rumbling sound above his head, and an iron cage fell from the sky, covering them tightly.

Song Yan turned his head to look at the edge of the pond, and he saw Hu Xilai as expected.He seemed to appear out of nowhere, dressed in purple, with all his hair loose, flamboyant and frivolous.

He squinted at them, sneered, and said, "Still lying down? Get up and work."

Hearing what he said was strange, Song Yan was looking behind him to see who he was talking to, when he felt a cold light flash in front of his eyes, a dagger stabbed straight at his chest, and the person holding the dagger was in his arms. people.

The man was not intoxicated.

Song Yan entered the dark room, seeing the tragic scene in front of him, his mind was in turmoil, he saw that person wearing intoxicating clothes, he thought it was his beloved, and he didn't have the time to identify it carefully.

Fortunately, he reacted very quickly, turned over and jumped to the side, avoiding the stab.

Seeing that the blow was missed, the man knew that the good opportunity was lost, he might not be able to hurt him even with his own power, his face turned pale immediately, the muscles on his cheeks twitched, blood came out from the corner of his mouth after a while, he actually committed suicide by taking poison.

Hu Xilai shook his head, as if he was very regretful, and said, "Looking for death? Why are you so overwhelmed? Let it go if you don't finish the job. A generous master like me won't do anything terrible to you."

His voice was cool, like a snake spewing out letters.

Song Yan frowned, stared at him, and asked word by word: "Where is the intoxication?"

Hu Xilai looked around and said to him: "Senior brother, it seems that your kung fu has improved a lot. I can't stop you with all the hidden weapons in the dark room. You can even cross the 'Ling Ling Pond', tsk tsk, you know this pool How many heroes have you absorbed the true qi and spiritual power?"

Song Yan repeated the words he didn't answer, and said every word clearly: "Where is the intoxication?"

Hu Xilai sighed, and said: "Oh, don't worry. Where is he? Of course he is here. Mr. Shen finally came to be a guest, how can I neglect him? It’s gone, I thought about how uncomfortable it would be to lose sight, so I asked someone to pierce his eardrums and cut out his tongue, um, he deserves to be blind, deaf and dumb.”

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Shen has a pair of good legs, and 'Liu Feng Lve Ying' can't even catch up with you, so I had to ask someone to use a small hammer to smash his toes one by one, and put them on his calf. Peeled the skin to make a lampshade, peeled a few pieces of meat and boiled it, um, the taste is okay, but a bit fishy."

"He couldn't speak, he could only hum, and passed out several times from the pain. I had someone splash him with salt water to wake him up, and poured ginseng soup several times to hang him. Ouch, it took me several thousand-year-old trees Old man ginseng, senior brother, how are you going to pay me back?"

"I almost forgot to mention it. I also found a dozen strong men to serve him. Doesn't he like men? Being a groom every night, I don't know how to thank me. It's a pity that he can't speak, I can't listen Here comes his word of thanks."

If speaking could kill, Song Yan would have died a thousand times.When he heard it, he was stunned.What is Hu Xilai opening and closing his mouth?Hu Xilai was lying to him, right?How can he?How dare he?

Hu Xilai has nothing to dare.

It took him a while to recover from the state of dementia. With a roar, he raised his sword and slashed at the iron cage crazily, like an enraged lion.

Hu Xilai took two steps back, touched his chest and sighed, "Oh, senior brother, what's wrong with you? You're really going to scare me."

Song Yan roared: "Why? Why? You're coming at me!"

Hu Xilai brushed off the non-existent dust on the top of his clothes, and said coldly: "Of course it has to come to you, you owe Ali a life. Do you know what she looked like when she died? Her blood was sucked out, she was nothing but 20 years old, wrinkled like an 80-year-old woman. It's all because of you!"

He snorted, and continued: "What's good about you, it's worth her to use blood essence to sacrifice the hairpin, just to save your little soul!"

Song Yan stopped abruptly. He knew that Song Li had sacrificed the Xuedie hairpin in order to keep his soul alive, but he had never heard of her appearance like this when she died.Ever since he arrived at Zhongzheng Mountain and worshiped Song Wan as his teacher, he treated Song Li as his own sister and protected her all the time. He did not expect that she died because of him in the end.

With bitterness in his heart, he said for a while: "I owe A Li my life. If you want my life, come to me. Why bother him?"

Hu Xilai actually laughed when he heard the words, and said, "Brother, why are you so confused. You value his life more precious than your own, and tell him that life would be worse than death. Wouldn't you be worse than life?"

Song Yan collapsed on the ground as if exhausted, and muttered: "What, what exactly do you want to let him go?"

Hu Xilai hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "Oh, this is really a problem. How about this, you jump into this pool and take a bath first, and I will think about it."

He seemed to have suddenly remembered something, patted his head, and said: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, this pool is for my kung fu practice, no matter how advanced the kung fu is thrown into it, the inner energy of the true energy can be completely absorbed If you jump in, all your cultivation will be completely wiped out, don't blame the junior for not reminding you in advance."

He snapped his fingers, and the iron cage around Song Yan moved in response and retracted above his head.

Song Yan stared at the dark red and sticky pool for a long time, he knew that he could not count on such a cruel and merciless person as Hu Xilai to keep his promises and be a gentleman, but he had other choices ?

Intoxicated in his hands, he had no other choice.

The author has something to say:

It’s a bit difficult to write, and I scold myself for being a real stepmother while writing, I will change my mind and start a new life in the next chapter