He survived under the hands of Bai Yueguang

Zhou Yiguang knew early on that the goal of Zhou Yan's trip was the Jianghu League.Upper and door, just a piece of cake before the real cleaning begins.

Zhang Ziyu didn't quite understand: "The old leader of the Tongmenghui was murdered by someone? According to legend, he realized the Dao when he was in retreat, and he died of old age."

After half a day of seeing and hearing, Zhang Ziyu also realized that his question was true and false and meaningless as soon as the words came out of his mouth, so he stopped talking.Sometimes it takes only one sentence to become mature.Some people choose to be ups and downs in the world, some people know the world but not the world, and Zhang Ziyu is the latter.

The cell was lifeless and smelled of rotting corpses.The detainees have even lost their human appearance, and they are piled against the wall like a pile of loose skeletons.Their eyes were bruised, their lower limbs were swollen, and their clothes were already in tatters.

Looking at their clothes, some of them are short-sleeved and narrow-fitting clothes that martial arts practitioners like to wear. Those people should be outer disciples who came to worship the mountain.There are also some strong young men in sackcloth and rough clothes. They are probably the young people who disappeared inexplicably in the village at the foot of the mountain.

They looked extremely weak, and they were already exhaling more air than taking in less air.

Zhang Ziyu walked to the cell, wanting to ask something.The young man leaning against the bars of the cell door looked extremely frightened, his frail body trembling, his lips quivered for a while, as if begging for mercy, but he never said anything.After shaking his body a few times, he fell crookedly and fainted to the ground.

There was a chill in Zhang Ziyu's heart. What did a young and strong young man go through to become so weak.

Zhou Yiguang saw the doubts in Zhang Ziyu's heart, walked closer, and said, "It's nothing, I'm hungry."

The people held in these cages are indeed starving like this. Since they were arrested, they have not had any water or rice.

With so many people arrested by Shanghemen, it is impossible to just starve them. What kind of conspiracy is there?

While being suspicious, another young man in good spirits in the prison recognized that the three of them were not the deacons of the door, and shouted at the top of his voice, "The tower of refining people, the tower of refining people, the tower of refining people..."

That person was already very weak, and he was far away. He wasn't sure if the stranger in front of him could hear his words, but he could only keep shouting with all his might.

He knew that this was his last chance to survive, and whether he could last until that moment depended on his fate.

Zhou Yiguang cut off the chains of all the cells, and whether he can escape alive depends on their luck.

"The Tower of Refinement."

Zhou Yiguang repeated these three words softly, and tapped the palm of his hand with his index finger. This is his habitual action when thinking about problems.He thought, the refining tower should be the core of the underground palace.

A group of people continued to walk forward, the cell in front was the same as before, but there were more guards.

Zhou Yan grabbed Zhou Yiguang's wrist and motioned him to stop for a while, the two of them met each other's eyes, knowing each other's meaning tacitly without words.

They leaned against the wall, one behind the other, and each of them took out a guard in a cell.He directly cut off his neck without even making a sound.They almost grabbed the guards by the neck and lowered them slowly to the ground.

Although there was not much movement, there happened to be a patrolling guard passing by. He happened to see this scene, his eyes widened in surprise, and a large bunch of keys in his hand fell to the ground with a "crash".

The guard was about to yell, but Zhou Yiguang licked the corner of his mouth at him, making a gesture of silence, with a dark and evil smile.

For some reason, the guard felt as if his voice was stuck in his throat, so he was stunned, and really fell silent.

Zhou Yiguang walked towards the guard calmly, but the guard looked panicked.The guard was puzzled. In this case, shouldn't it be the trespasser who was found in a panic?

Zhou Yiguang's tone seemed to be chatting with an old friend he hadn't seen for many years: "Tell me, those people who are locked up, and what they say is the tower of refining people, what's going on?"

The guard clenched his fists: "I can't say."

Zhou Yiguang said leisurely: "Is it impossible, or dare not? I am also a murderer without blinking an eye. Compared with your master, who is not necessarily more ruthless, you can think about it..."

The guard hesitated for a moment, thinking that he had to pass the level in front of him before he could think about the level of the landlord.If it really doesn't work, you can shirk it to the two dead brothers on the ground.

"It's a way of selection."

"The disciples who have started will be starved for seven days, and those who can still practice their skills after seven days will be taken away from the back cell and locked up here."

"The deacon will choose from these people, and they will be imprisoned in another place if they have good bones. They will kill each other in groups of two, and the remaining half will become inner disciples."

"I'm here under orders to group them up and arrange a fight..."

"Those with weak bones...sent to the Human Refinement Tower and made into puppets."

The guard was very scared, because he was sure that the two senior brothers under his feet were dead, and this man in front of him was definitely not a kind person: "I, I told everything I know. Can you let me go?"

"Let's go."

The guard walked away quickly as if he had been pardoned, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

At this time, Zhang Ziyu came from behind, picked up the bunch of keys on the ground, and opened the locks of each cell.There's only so much he can do.

Zhang Ziyu looked at Zhou Yan and Zhou Yiguang again, it was not the same as before, it became a little complicated.Within a day, from day to night, his worldview was greatly impacted.The illusion of chivalry has collapsed, the reputation of the sect has collapsed, and the distinction between good and evil has also collapsed.

He originally respected Zhou Yiguang very much, purely out of admiration for the strong, especially when he saw him kill the assassins and protect himself, but now, seeing his demeanor when he killed the two guards, it seemed like a leisurely flower. Like the moon, he couldn't be more calm, as if he was doing an ordinary thing.

His mood was a bit complicated, neither good nor bad.In his subconscious mind, these two guards are also poor people, but it cannot be ruled out that they have committed crimes.But Zhou Yiguang killed them too easily and too casually, Zhang Ziyu didn't know whether it was good or bad.

Although he knew that maybe killing them was the most correct choice, and a strong man who was used to life and death, there was really no need to be hesitant about the ants.But he can't, he will hesitate, and he can't bear it.

He is grateful to Zhou Yiguang for protecting him all the way, but he understands that he can no longer blindly worship anyone without reservation in the future.

Zhang Ziyu finally felt that they were not like-minded people.This may also be the reason why he will never be able to become a strong man.Since you can't become a strong man, you must keep your heart anyway.

Zhou Yiguang felt the same from Zhang Ziyu's eyes, and guessed that he must have some thoughts.But he didn't mind, saving his life along the way was just a favor he kindly reminded.

Zhou Yiguang thinks he is not a good person, he just does his own thing, and never cares about other people's opinions.

Thinking back to what the guards said, and looking at the detainees in this cell, most of them have a little bit of martial arts skills, so they can survive until now.Some of them were meditating while adjusting their breath, and some were sitting quietly against the wall. No one knew what would happen next.So they are still wise, try to keep their breathing as light as possible, and minimize their own consumption, so that they can last for a few more days.

They seem to be in the second assessment, and the weak ones seem to have been taken away.

The Human Refinement Tower should be near here.

Sure enough, after going around a few more turns, a row of strangely shaped waterwheels appeared in front of him, probably the Human Training Tower that he had heard before.The Human Refinement Tower turned out to be not a tower, but a wooden frame similar to a waterwheel, which kept rolling, stirring the muddy pond, and making rattling noises.

The waterwheel stands in the pond, and the pond is a dark red ocean, deer blood.The elk raised in the deer house are probably used for blood collection.

The pond was turbid and bottomless, and there was no guarantee that there would be no poisonous insects at the bottom of the pond. These waterwheels were also full of weirdness. Zhou Yiguang's expression was solemn for a rare time, and he walked closer cautiously with his hand on the sword.

The water wheel keeps turning and is connected to the underdrain, and the power of the water flow is continuous.The position they are in now is directly under the raw pond in the bamboo garden.At this moment, they understood why a piece of land was scorched red, because this pool of deer blood was brought to it by the flowing water.

The waterwheel is a cylindrical hollow wooden frame, several of which are empty, and the other three are tied with people, in a large font shape, with limbs and necks fixed in the cylindrical body of the waterwheel.

Every time the waterwheel rolled around, their heads were soaked in deer blood.The front ends of their limbs have decayed, and the dense white bones are dyed brick red. If they were not connected to the torso by black silk threads, they would have fallen apart long ago.

In the layer of air on the surface of the pond, there is a black miasma, whose composition cannot be discerned.

The people tied to the waterwheel soaked into the pool of blood again and again as the waterwheel turned, stirring up the layer of black air on the surface of the pond.Black air enveloped the person's face and limbs, and it was impossible to tell whether the person was dead or alive.

The sight in front of him was indeed shocking.

Zhou Yan thought of the cloud of black air that hit him at that time, it should be these miasmas, which should not be underestimated.What kind of hegemony Shanghemen wants to achieve, it needs to use such cruel means, it is really puzzling.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the passage across the pond, the sound of rumbling wheels.The calm surface of the water surged, first with no wind and waves, then intensified, and bubbles appeared, like boiling.The black air also rose and became extremely active.

The sound of wheels was approaching, and two expressionless disciples appeared on the other side of the pond pushing a wheeled chariot.

Sitting on the chariot was a woman with a terrifying face, a thin face with ravines, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes were as deep as a knife.Her two hands were hidden in the green sleeves, and the sleeves fluttered, as if she was practicing martial arts.