break the way [comprehension]

Du Ziteng is very anxious now, there is no aura in this ghost place, he can't practice, his storage bag was confiscated, there is something wrong with the natal magic weapon and he can't communicate, but there are two people outside the door who don't know if it's a human or a ghost The guy watched silently.

As a prisoner who couldn't see the light at all, Du Ziteng tried his best to keep himself patient. The maid who died miserably that day had already shown that these guys were inhuman, and Du Ziteng had to persevere.

Du Ziteng felt very bad. With the disappearance of that old ancestor, it seemed that the danger of him being stewed disappeared, but Du Ziteng found that every time Xie Cong came to visit, his eyes became more sinister and terrifying.

The seemingly silent pressure in his eyes pressed heavily on Du Ziteng's already tense heartstrings, like a death row prisoner waiting to be sentenced, but he didn't know how he would die, and he couldn't see any hope at all.

The only one around him who can say a word is the lifeless mortal maid, who has been completely frightened since she survived last time, even if Du Ziteng said that the sun is square, he would nod like a chicken pecking at rice, as long as Du Ziteng spoke slightly When she was older, she would lie on the ground in horror, completely helpless to Du Ziteng who just wanted to inquire about a little information.

But just such a stupid girl insisted on calling him "Madam" over and over again. Du Ziteng wanted to correct him several times, but this idiot always looked horrified, as if seeing himself like his companion again, Du Ziteng could only feel depressed Gradually, he got used to the title, and the messy clothes that he barely kept neutral under his resistance.

On this day, Xie Cong unexpectedly did not come alone, but brought another monk, if that appearance can be considered a monk.

If Xie Cong is like a snake in a dark corner, then this other monk is like a ghost crawling out of a grave, his skin hangs loosely on his bones, as if something has eaten away his body Flesh and flesh, even when he turned his head to speak, he could see the skin dangling empty.

"……This is it?"

"Hmph, what else are you thinking about? This is the treasure of the ancestor."

"It's just your one-sided words. How can you and I find out what the ancestors and other Jindan powers want?" When the skinny monk spoke, it seemed as if his tongue had been eaten by something, grinding his teeth together. The voice was muffled.

"It's here, you decide for yourself." Xie Cong just sneered, and didn't intend to make too many excuses.

After a long time, this skinny fellow said through Du Ziteng's icy sweat, "You make an offer."

"Five thousand blood slaves, exchange for [-]%."

"Hey, you have a big appetite. The ancestor attacked the seven righteous sects last time and used [-] blood slaves. It will take time for these small mortal countries to recover, and the materials needed for blood slave refining are also very expensive... "

The bloody facts that Du Ziteng understood in the baffled voice caused his skin to shudder slightly, but he just looked at the two monks inexplicably, as if he didn't know what they were doing here. Patience, but the thoughts in my heart are spinning rapidly, and countless thoughts are passing through my heart.

Xie Cong didn't have the time to talk to Du Ziteng at all, he just said: "Xihuang, you old leech came first, hmph, there must be a solution."

Old Zhi didn't even ask Xie Cong what he wanted the five thousand blood slaves to do, and a bright light flashed in his eyes as dry as stones: "There is a way, mortals, anyway, if you force it, you will never worry about some materials." of."

Xie Cong pressed his heart and said cruelly: "Twenty percent."

Old Leech turned his head to look at Du Ziteng, stretched out his terrifying tongue full of gaps and licked the corner of his mouth: "Thirty percent. It's not as easy as you think, it's worth the price."

The hairs on the back of Du Ziteng's neck were all standing upside down, and at this moment, the mortal maid who was sent by Du Ziteng to check on the food happened to push the door and enter the room - Du Ziteng had kindly asked her to avoid Xie Cong so that she would not be scared even more stupid. Talking—she came back at a really bad time, Xie Cong usually left early at this time, but today she came back and saw the horrible scene in the mouth of the old leech, and she screamed, Du Ziteng even vaguely smelled the smell of urine Qi.

Xie Cong watched the murderous intent flash in Lao Zhi's eyes, but nodded slowly: "Deal."

Afterwards, Du Ziteng's eyes blurred, the living mortal maid didn't even have time to make a sound, and her throat was directly turned into a ball of fleshy paste between Xie Cong's fingers. While beating, Xie Cong didn't blink his eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, he drew a cloud of red mist from the meat paste and inhaled it into his mouth, leaving only a bunch of shriveled pieces of meat that fell to the ground with stubble between them.

But Old Lee waved his sleeves unawares, calmly dispelling Xie Cong's murderous intent: "Tsk, what a waste, this Western Wilderness is so barren, flesh and blood are the best things."

The lump of dried meat mixed with broken bones was sucked to his mouth, and the dry and swaying skin was suddenly stretched, and there seemed to be a beast wriggling under the skin, and the horrible sound of chewing flesh and bones resounded in the room.

Du Ziteng watched silently as the living creature that accompanied him at the end disappeared into this world, not even a scrap of meat was left behind, leaving no trace at all.

Until the two evil monks disappeared into the room, the dull and disgusting smell of blood lingered all the time, suppressing Du Ziteng's heart lingeringly, making him so disgusted that he vomited it out.

The bloody smell in the room was mixed with sour smell, which became more and more unbearable, but the guard outside the door remained silent like a dead man.

At this moment, Du Ziteng finally understood his situation more deeply: probably in the eyes of these evil cultivators, he was no different from a piece of meat in the eyes of those beasts.No, there is a difference, the difference is that in the eyes of wild beasts, they have to tear up and swallow their meat when they are hungry, but in the eyes of these blood-slaughter monks, he is clearly a great tonic and must be kept, choose a good time , Cut and divide each other so well that they can be devoured carefully, so that I can look forward to great improvement in skill.

Therefore, the conspiracies in the mouths of these blood-killing monks never thought of avoiding him at all, as if it didn't matter whether he heard it or not. In front of a spiritual thing that might be swallowed and absorbed at any time, which monk would Want to keep it a secret?

It's ridiculous that he still wanted to wear a mask to act like a silly little monk, hoping that these blood-killing monks could relax their vigilance and tell him to find a chance to escape. He even thought that if he had the chance, even if he If it's inconvenient, he will also knock that foolish mortal girl unconscious and drag her out, so as not to stay in this weird and bloody place...

However, everything is just his idea after all, and now it has already dried up and shattered to pieces on the ground in reality.

Du Ziteng had nothing to rely on at this time, as if he had returned to the time when he first woke up in the Geng's house, and it was even worse than that time. What the Geng's couple got from him was very simple and straightforward: Squeeze his power at all costs. labor force.

And what the Blood Slaughter Clan wants to take from him is probably similar to the Blood Slaughter Clan Patriarch who wanted to stew him before, it is his life and other things he doesn't know yet.

At this time, it is meaningless to pursue the reason, whether it is related to his forgotten past or not.

Various thoughts in Du Ziteng's mind circled back and forth like countless flying mosquitoes, which only made him vomit more violently, but the room remained dead silent.

Du Ziteng vomited so much that he almost vomited up his own bile.

The bleak setting sun came in through the gaps in the window sills, and the light hit the bronze mirror and refracted into the room, making the room bright. Du Ziteng still remembered the persistence on the face of the silly maid when she repeatedly wiped the bronze mirror: "They said You are a 'madam', of course a lady must have a bright mirror."

It's as if if she polishes the bronze mirror carefully and dresses him like a lady carefully, she will be rewarded by this group of demons and escaped.

Du Ziteng's lips opened and closed silently: "Fool."

Isn't he a fool? He can easily give away his love because he can't protect himself. He should understand that the so-called love given to others and himself in a situation where he can't protect himself may be just a disaster, just like this maid today. His good intentions, if she stays in the room all the time, maybe she won't run into Xie Cong's killing intent...

The boy who once loudly said in Xianyuan Town that everyone can live a better life with choices is now lying on his back in a room filled with blood and stench, lifeless like a corpse, just waiting to stink .

The sound of knocking on the door awakened Du Ziteng from his bewilderment. He turned his head and saw a lifeless face in the bright mirror, which was familiar but unfamiliar.

Immediately, Du Ziteng covered his face, as if avoiding this dejected look, he gradually burst out laughing.

It turned out that he was such a cowardly and useless guy.

It's just that he was trapped in this bloody and terrifying place and threatened by the invisible pressure, and it's just that the death of the maid made him unbearable for a while, so he was so depressed.

Ha, Du Ziteng, do you still remember the high-spirited look of you calling yourself a young master?

Do you still remember the idea that you put down your wild words at Jian's house and wanted to change the whole world of comprehension?

Then, Du Ziteng sat up. In the last lingering warmth of the setting sun, he had never been so clear-headed since he was locked in: his abnormality was only because he didn't think a little bit of it in this predicament. Method.

With the help of the brilliant but dim light, Du Ziteng stared at the handsome face in the mirror that gradually became serious and had a little outline: since when did he trust in foreign things so much?

The talisman is indeed the way he chose. Now that there is no talisman pen and no talisman paper, he can't think of a way when he loses his support, but blames everything on the talisman?It was obvious that he himself was too weak, tsk, back then at Geng's house, his knowledge and learning were obviously less than now, but he still never gave up hope, seized that meager opportunity, and now he has reached the eighth level of Qi refining, Could it be worse than then?

As for the maid...Du Ziteng calmly analyzed that for the evil cultivator, she is just an accessory that exists temporarily because of him, and is dispensable. There may be accidents.

It's a pity that my bewildered self failed to understand this point, and instead wanted to tell her to avoid it. In this situation where everyone is fish and meat, how can I avoid it?

When you can't bear a person's fate, at least don't easily interfere, whether it's good or bad, because you don't have enough power to bear the consequences of that interference.

In the final analysis, he is still not strong enough.

Gradually regaining consciousness, Du Ziteng heard the constant mechanical rhythm again: "Tu Tut Tuk."

Only Xie Cong and the maid had ever come in and out of this room, Xie Cong would never knock on the door like this, the maid...is dead, so who will come?

However, this must be a guy who has never seen it before.

Du Ziteng was certain in his heart that no matter what kind of change, any change meant an opportunity, just like that morning at Geng's house, when the Geng family asked him to change into a new suit, Du Ziteng stood up and opened the door fearlessly.

However, Du Ziteng did not expect that when he had just sent away a mortal, another one would be sent outside the door.

It's just that the maid from before was at least pleasing to the eye... This one in front of her, heck, with a change of breath, she can blend in with the group of demons and ensure that no one will suspect her.

The other party smelled bad, hunchbacked and lame, and his face was covered with dense sores, which made people daunting.

The visitor entered the room without opening his mouth. Du Ziteng was stunned for a moment, before the positive thoughts in his mind could be fulfilled, the crippled hunchback threw things on the table, turned around and left.

When Du Ziteng took a look, it turned out to be a crude food box. Is this the new delivery man?

"Hello!" Du Zi made a sound.

The cripple still limped away, as if he was not only lame, but also deaf.

Du Ziteng's yell did not tell him to turn his head, but instead attracted the cold blood pupils of the two guards at the door. Du Ziteng knew that maybe Xie Cong was looking at him through these two pairs of inhuman eyes.

Without changing his face, he spat and said: "I clearly confessed today that I want to eat tofu, you bastard!"

The cripple froze imperceptibly, and then disappeared at the door of the house.

The wooden door slammed shut again, Du Ziteng narrowed his eyes slightly, he was not in a hurry, he just sat at the table and started eating, the most urgent thing was to sort out the way to escape.

The other Du Ziteng seemed to be coldly slaughtering everything in the family, and Xie Cong was an ambitious but cunning guy, but it could be seen that all these evil cultivators were very fond of the blood-slaying patriarch who had disappeared. Fear, not so willing to follow Xie Cong.

Xie Cong had a lot of fears about the ancestor in his heart, but he dared to use the bargaining chip including Du Ziteng to recruit troops... Du Ziteng was very suspicious, this guy must know some news to be so confident, not afraid of that ancestor Come back for revenge.

I don't know if there is any opportunity to take advantage of here, Du Ziteng frowned and thought hard, there are too few means he can use, this room is full of ordinary things, but what he has to deal with is a group of inhumane evil monks , What a bad hand, Du Ziteng had to think over and over every detail of this bloody door.

For some reason, Du Ziteng recalled that the smelly food delivery man seemed to have some firewood ash on the soles of his feet, and his cuffs were a little dirty, like stove ash and oily smoke condensed?Could it be the cook?After the maid died, there was no one to deliver the meal, so the cook had to come in person?Du Ziteng was eating a fairly delicious meal, and thinking about the food that was still edible before, he couldn't help thinking a little strangely that this stinky guy was actually good at cooking... I don't know if there is something that can be tapped and used.

You can't cultivate without aura, but it doesn't mean you can't draw talismans without talisman pens and talismans. It turns out that when you were in Geng's house, everything was perfect, so did you figure out a way?

It's just that here, everything needs to be cautious.And the drawn talisman must be used on the blade.

The next time, when the stinking cook came again, Du Ziteng sat at the table in a leisurely manner, and said critically: "Stop, I said yesterday that I want to eat tofu, are you deaf?"

The cook didn't listen, he only put down today's food box, and carefully packed yesterday's food box.

Right now, a firm look flashed across Du Ziteng's eyes. Covered by the huge hunchback of the cook, he wiped his finger on the front of the table, sparks leaped onto the table, and he slowly spelled out a line of words: "Do you want to live forever and become a Immortal?"

The cook seemed to be intimidated by the scene in front of him, and he slowed down his clean-up movements, with an extremely strange look in his eyes.

Du Ziteng thought to himself: It's okay, it's okay, he can read, otherwise he would have to talk to cover it up.

Then he said in his mouth: "Bring me tofu tomorrow, remember?"

Opening the lunch box, under the cover of the aroma of the food, the talisman written on the single corner of the quilt could no longer bear it, and turned into fine dust, which did not attract the attention of the guards outside the door at all.

The cook packed up without saying a word, turned around and limped away, just like yesterday.

Du Ziteng didn't know at all whether there would be tofu to eat tomorrow, but he knew that the action just now was very risky, even though he had been careful, if he asked the cook to report everything to Xie Cong, even though he didn't leave any clues, but It will definitely arouse Xie Cong's vigilance, but Du Ziteng believes that for a mortal, if he is unwilling to accept this kind of cultivation out of fear, then he will not take the initiative to provoke those demons out of the same fear. Take the initiative to report this matter, so that no more mortal will be involved.

So this cook's attitude is to see if there will be tofu to eat tomorrow, Du Ziteng thought bitterly: Ha, at least it can open the eyes of a mortal.

Even if this way doesn't work, Du Xiaoye can still think of another way!

Du Ziteng thought while eating the food in his mouth.