On the twenty-second day of the first lunar month, Wanxiang Gate. Ding Yi was sitting in the small courtyard, reading ancient books, when suddenly a person hurried in from outside the courtyard. "Boss, are you looking for me?" When Wang Lin saw Ding Yi, he immediately smiled and said. Ding Yi turned around and saw Wang Lin, nodded immediately, and then said: "You are a veteran martial artist. I have been checking ancient books in the past few days and found that there were countless sects before Daliang. Do you know why these sects withered overnight?" "Ah? Boss, come into the room and say it. Come into the room and say it." Wang Lin glanced at Ding Yi and quickly gestured for Ding Yi to enter the room. When the two came to the side room, Wang Lin opened his mouth and said: "Boss, sect affairs cannot be discussed casually in Baihe City."
"I didn't discuss it. I'm curious to ask, what's wrong?" Ding Yi stared. "Ah, that's not what I meant." Wang Lin could only laugh when he heard this, and then said: "This sect, before the arrival of the Holy Palace, was indeed considered the most powerful one. Even the royal families in Zhongzhou would continue to send their princes to study in sects in various major states." "Unfortunately, after the arrival of the divine palace, the sect was the first to be defeated." "oh?" Ding Yi looked at Wang Lin and was a little surprised. He originally asked him to come here just to give it a try, but he never thought that he really knew something. Just listen to Wang Lin continue to say: "This sect, although it looks majestic on the surface, the sect leader, deputy sect leader, and elders are all top-notch masters." "At that time, the senior leaders of the sect were always cheered and supported wherever they went. They were so majestic." "It's a pity that the world only sees the surface, but they don't know that there is countless filth and chaos hidden under this bright appearance." "It's just because in this sect, everything is based on talent." "No matter how noble you are or how wealthy you are, you are no match for a beggar who is talented in martial arts." "As a result, those with poor talents are suppressed at all levels within the sect. Even if some people have the opportunity to get along with the elders of the outer sect in the sect, they still live a life worse than a pig or a dog." "The depth of resentment these people have accumulated over time is simply appalling." "So when the disaster star fell from the sky and these people obtained the method of worshiping gods, they did not hesitate to use the butcher knife against the once-high-ranking sect." When Ding Yi heard this, his eyelids suddenly twitched. Wang Lin didn't need to describe it too much, he could already imagine in his mind the tragic situation in each major sect when the disaster star fell from the sky.
Due to suppressed anger and the control of the evil god, these major sects died overnight. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is definitely not alarmist. "What about the elders and masters of these sects? Are they all dead?" Ding Yi asked doubtfully. "I don't know. They run away, die, and some even become madmen. There is only one of us who is locked up in this world." Wang Lin said. "What?" Ding Yi was stunned. "Ah, boss, you came late. I don't know. This lunatic made quite a fuss at that time. We finally caught him because he suddenly fainted." Wang Lin said with a smile. "The people from the Supervision Department don't care?" "There are so many people who call themselves sects. As long as they are not famous masters, they will not care." Wang Lin said with a smile. "It's interesting. Tell me about this madman." Ding Yi became interested. "There's nothing to say, boss. That guy claimed to be from the Taixu Sect at that time. I don't know his realm. But I saw how hard the sect leader and several elders were trying to catch him. He didn't escape from the blood exchange realm." Wang Lin recalled for a moment and then said. After hearing Wang Lin's words, Ding Yi's eyes flashed slightly, and then he asked: "Where is the person? Is he still alive now?" "I don't know about that. I can't enter the dungeon, but boss, you can definitely go in and take a look." Wang Lin reminded. "Well, that's good. They say you are Wang Lin's old man, but now that I see it, it's really good!" Ding Yi suddenly laughed, patted Wang Lin on the shoulder and said. "It is my blessing, Wang Lin, to relieve the boss's worries." Wang Lin immediately smiled flatteringly. He had seen with his own eyes the terrifying strength of Lord Li Xiang in front of him. When Wang Lin saw Ding Yi killing three god-worshipping evil spirits in the Xiaoyaolin cave that day like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, he had already made up his mind to hug this thigh well. Then, Ding Yi seemed to have no intention of talking to Wang Lin anymore, and waved his hand and let Wang Lin leave. After Wang Lin left, Ding Yi sat in the room and thought for a while, then walked out of his room with the token.
The dungeon of Vientiane Gate is built at the eastern end of the station. In Baihe City, big gangs like Wanxiangmen are qualified to build their own dungeons. After all, there are so many people in the station, and petty thefts often happen. It is impossible to go to the government every time, and the government is too lazy to care about the bullshit of these sects. In a word, you should solve your own affairs by yourself. If someone really loses his life, then report what should be reported and follow the procedures. Arriving at the door of the dungeon, Ding Yi found that the guards here didn't seem to be very strict. The two gang members were sitting in the sun chatting, and when Ding Yi arrived, they immediately stood up to greet him. "Elder Li!!" The two gangsters recognized the man as Li Baozheng and shouted in unison. "Well, I'll go down and take a look. By the way, where is the lunatic from before?" Ding Yi asked. "Madman? Elder, there are many people imprisoned here, and there are also many madmen." The two looked at each other, and then one of them said with a smile. "The one the sect master personally caught last time." Ding Yi continued. "Ah, it's that old man. He's in the innermost room. However, the smell of this dungeon gets worse as we go inside. Do you want me to bring him up for you?" A member of the gang said immediately. "No." Ding Yi shook his head, and then walked in swaggeringly. The dungeon of Wanxiang Gate is not very deep. In just a dozen steps, Ding Yi reached the ground. On the walls on both sides of the passage, an oil lamp was lit only dozens of meters apart, making the entire cave appear even darker. The air was filled with the smell of urine and feces, which made Ding Yi cover his nose with his cuffs. From time to time, turbid water droplets dripped down from above the head and fell to the ground, making a clear "plop" sound in this silent passage. Ding Yi paused slightly, then walked towards the end of the passage. As if they heard Ding Yi's footsteps, all the people in the cells on both sides rushed to the railings from the darkness, stretched out their hands from the gaps in the railings and grabbed Ding Yi. "Elder, I was wronged!" "Elder, let me out, I don't dare to do it anymore!" Ding Yi ignored these people and walked forward quickly. When he was about to reach the end of the passage, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at a cell next to him.
There seemed to be something hidden in the dark cell, but Ding Yi's synesthesia range was three feet wide at the moment, so he could clearly detect the anomaly inside. A completely steady but powerful heartbeat. This mechanically controlled heartbeat made this cell incompatible with everything around it. Ding Yi suddenly knew that he had found the madman.