On the first day that Er Gouzi returned home, he did not act rashly, but used various indirect means to find out some basic information. As a Jindan cultivator, Hu Lao Mo also has a secret room in this house. However, there is a formation on the door of this secret room, so he can't get in now. If he attacks with brute force and hits it a few more times, it may be able to be blasted open, but then it will be exposed. How can you attack your own door? For the time being, you can only put this secret room aside and slowly plan later. He also knows something about the situation in this city. This city has a history of more than 10,000 years. When the Great Zhou Dynasty was founded, it vowed to destroy all the demons and evil cultivators in the world, and some of the evil cultivators fled to the Wan Yao Kingdom. Under the deliberate protection of the Wan Yao, a small piece of land was demarcated to train some human spies to do things for them.
In the past 10,000 years, many people who betrayed the Great Zhou Dynasty fled here to settle down. So even though people die every day in this evil city, there are more fresh blood. At present, there are 16 Jindan evil cultivators in this small city, including Hu Lao Mo. On the way back, he knew that these evil cultivators were laughing and joking on the surface, but they actually wanted to kill their companions and plunder everything from them. There was no one they could trust. This was good, because he didn't need to get too close to anyone and would not expose his identity. Especially now, the Yuanying ancestor had just died, and there was no leader. In the past two days, the eyes of the 16 Jindan in the city were all on the wealth of the Yuanying ancestor. But they didn't dare to be the first to make a move, fearing that others would attack them. Er Gouzi was also greedy for the wealth, but now he could take advantage of everyone's inattention to fish out the acquaintances among the captives. He could only reluctantly give up the wealth of the Yuanying cultivators. These captives were captured by the demon army and rewarded to the evil cultivators as cultivation resources. Er Gouzi can now roughly understand the demon's intention. It is to make these evil cultivators have as much blood of the Great Zhou people on their hands as possible. The evil cultivators are also happy. The more blood they have on their hands, the more ruthless they kill, and the more loyal and trustworthy they appear. At this moment, Er Gouzi walked to the door of a dungeon with his hands behind his back. The gatekeeper was a foundation-building evil cultivator, who saluted when he saw him. "Hehehe..." "I'll go in and take a look!"
Er Gouzi laughed dryly and looked at the gatekeeper with a cold look, which frightened him. In the evil cultivator city, killing can happen anytime and anywhere. Everyone has no sense of security, and at the same time, they want to kill others. The frightened evil cultivator quickly opened the door and bowed to the side. "Master Hu, please!" "Hehehe..." Er Gouzi laughed hoarsely and walked in with his hands behind his back. The dungeon was dark and damp. As soon as a mouse entered a cell, it was pinched by a hand. "Squeak, squeak, squeak..." Before the mouse could even make a few noises, it was brought to the man's mouth and bitten with blood all over. After eating, he licked the blood on his hands and corners of his mouth clean. Through the messy hair on his face, he knew that this man was Yang Tie. Er Gouzi walked around the corridor outside the prison and took a general look at the situation inside. Among these captives, there were some Jindan cultivators in addition to those who practiced Qi and built foundation. But the Jindan cultivators were in a more miserable state, all of them were seriously injured and dying. In a prison cell, he also saw Fatty Chen. At this time, Fatty Chen was lying on the ground, with a big hole in his stomach, his clothes stained red with blood, and both arms were broken. Er Gouzi took a look and ordered the jailer to open the cell door. "I just need a material for alchemy, take this man away for me." Hearing this, the jailer quickly opened the cell door, strode in, and was about to drag Fatty Chen out. "General!" A foundation-building monk with a big crack on his head stood in front of Fatty Chen. "Let me go for the general!" At the same time, several more people stood up and stood in front of Fatty Chen. "I am willing to die for the general!" "Pah pah pah..." The jailer whipped them with a whip, knocking them all over the place. The soldiers of the Zhenguo Army, who used to be brave and proud, were now seriously injured and so weak that they couldn't even withstand the whip of the jailer. "Help me up... cough cough..."
Fat Chen said softly, and a lot of blood foam came out of his mouth, choking him and coughing. Three Zhenguo Army soldiers helped Fatty Chen up with force. "I'm not dead yet... cough... it's not your turn!" "Pooh!" Fat Chen spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and walked towards Er Gouzi calmly. "General!" "General..." "Hehehe..." Er Gouzi laughed dryly and looked at the soldiers of the National Defense Army with a cold look. "Hehehe..." "What a deep affection between officers and soldiers. I hate to see such touching scenes the most!" "I will fulfill your wish and refine you into one furnace!" "Hehehe..." Er Gouzi has been with the evil cultivator for a while and has become more and more familiar with the evil cultivator's way of doing things and speaking. He imitates him every day. At this moment, if he has any mercy, he will look out of place. "You scumbag!" "I'll fight you!" "Pa pa pa..." Several soldiers were still unconvinced and wanted to fight Er Gouzi, but they were whipped by the jailer and kicked to the ground. These national defense troops have the strongest combat effectiveness, and they are not obedient. They have all received special care. Now their combat effectiveness has been completely lost, and they are not even as good as ordinary people. "Take these few away for me!" "Yes!" Er Gouzi ordered and walked out of the cell with his hands behind his back. The jailer quickly chained Fatty Chen and several soldiers together and pulled them out of the cell. When passing by the cell where Yang Tie was, he pointed at Yang Tie inside. "Pull out this rat eater for me." "I see that you have good blood and essence, and you should be able to refine a good pill." "Yes!"
The jailer used the chain again to pull Yang Tie out. Yang Tie was so regretful at this moment. He ate a mouse to replenish his energy, and was targeted by this old demon. Er Gouzi walked in front with his hands behind his back. A jailer followed him, holding a long string of prisoners in his hand, and helped him to the door of his house. "You guys go get some food and wine to feed these prisoners." "Damn it, they are too thin from hunger, and even their blood and essence are dry." Er Gouzi loudly ordered the servants in the mansion to lock the people in a large room, and left with a curse, preparing to meet again in the evening. The servants in the mansion quickly got some good wine and meat and sent them into the room for the prisoners to eat. These prisoners had been hungry for several days, and now they were all swallowing the wine and food in big mouthfuls. At least they could have a full meal before they died, which was not bad. After eating, they finally had some strength in their bodies. Fatty Chen and a few others exchanged glances, and a few soldiers understood and quickly leaned over the crack of the door to look outside. "No one is outside." Fat Chen nodded, and then all the people gathered around him and talked quietly. "We are going to die anyway, so we should at least take an evil cultivator with us before we die..."