In the border town in the wilderness, the air was originally clear, mixed with the fragrance of some green grass.
But Beicheng will always have a pungent smell.
This smell should be the fishy smell of the slaughter market, but these are never sold here.
These people who have the right to sell slaves in Jiting Huangdu are called mercenary camps. They are like vultures, always hovering near the war, waiting for the end of the war to start sharing the benefits.
At nightfall, another batch of unsold slaves were sent to the back of the stele wall one after another.
Behind a strong earth dragon, there is a lengthy chain.
The chain passed through a group of slaves whose necks were tied with thick ropes. These slaves had little strength and were struggling to walk, but they were half dragged and half dragged forward by the ground dragon in front.
"Old He, these slaves seem to be quite strong. Don't they sell them to quarries and mines? At least one person can sell them for a hundred gold. Why should they be brought here to deal with them?" An officer and soldier patrolling nearby Coming over, he asked with some doubts.
"It's been a bloody mold for eight lifetimes. When they get sick, they will attract poisonous insects, and their skin is festering every day. Living is a kind of torture. Just let them have a good time." The slave trader named Lao He Said.
"That's a pity. Look at that kid, he's still young and handsome." The officer pointed to a young man at the end of the line.
The young man's face was smeared black, his clothes were ragged, and his hairstyle was messy, but he could be seen as a handsome young man after a little tidying up. The officers and soldiers felt a little pity. If he didn't get sick, he would probably be bought by those rich old women...
"No way, this kind of disease that attracts poisonous insects can't be cured." The old He said.
The young man was none other than Zhu Minglang who had put on a disguise.
He pretended to be a slave, and sneaked into it openly.
As for this crude noose, it can't restrain Zhu Minglang.
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Leading to the stele wall, Zhu Minglang observed carefully.
Seeing a group of people in black robes coming, they untied the long chains from the ground dragon, and led the slaves inside like cattle and sheep.
The leader, although he was wearing a robe and hat, his eyes were covered with a red cloth...
There is a strange eye pattern drawn on the black robe, blindfold, and chin, which feels as scarlet as if smeared with blood! \b\b
Although this thing has a human appearance, it is still blind, and it still looks a bit sinister and hideous!
"Wumujiao?" Zhu Minglang stared at this person for a long time.
It seems that what Senior Brother Wu Feng said is right, this is most likely the evil of the Wumujiao.
For a long time, this sect gave people an illusion of Buddha-nature without desires and desires. After growing, it gradually revealed its true nature!
It was probably because they used slaves more often to make such evil sacrifices, so they were not wiped out by the people of Jiting Imperial Capital.
But how could such a cancer allow them to continue to expand.
"Your pain will disappear soon." The Eyeless Cultist said.
The slaves were very numb, and they themselves were suffering from the toxins. For them, death was indeed a relief.
However, when they were pushed to the scaffold one by one and saw the hellish scene of the furnace pool, all the slaves screamed in fear.
They tried to break free from the noose and wanted to escape here, but they were twisted back one by one by the Wupao people.
The most frightening thing is that on the execution platform, which is thick with blood stains, there are eyeballs all over the place, those eyeballs are thrown away like gravel and stones, and those black-robed men even stepped on it...
"Don't worry, you will also enjoy this honor." The blindfolded black-robed man said with a smile.
"My lord, can we help you?" A young man in a black robe asked.
"No, I like to do this kind of thing by myself. In the past, I was a clumsy pedicure man. I accidentally made a little bloodshot on a nobleman's toe, and then his men gouged out my eyes. At first , I was also clumsy when gouging out people's eyes. Those people would always scream. Slowly, I became more skilled. The eyeballs were on my knife, and it took a few seconds for the person to realize the pain... "The blindfolded black-robed man laughed like a crow and chattered endlessly.
Zhu Minglang was among the slaves, watching this psychopath...
And the slaves called their fathers and mothers even more, they thought they could die straight away, they had no extravagant hope of living, how could they know that they would have to endure such pain and torture before they died!
"If you can't die, should you dig again?" Zhu Minglang couldn't help asking.
Even if there is such a perverted ritual, it would be better to wait for someone to die before digging, rather than perform it alive.
"Of course not. How can you experience the true meaning of aimlessness if you dig out your eyes after you die? Without eyes, you will not see fear. Without fear, you will have nothing to fear, nothing to worry about, and only your heart can see the real truth." The gods." said the man from the Mumujiao.
"But your eyes were gouged out because of your inexperienced workmanship. You were forced to goug out, and you didn't voluntarily serve the Eyeless God, and the rest of you, don't you still have your eyes? Since you want to perform this sacred Ceremony, you yourself have eyes, not to dirty the piety in your heart, why don't you dig first, we will follow together, and we all serve the eyeless god together." Zhu Minglang continued.
Those Wupao people looked at each other in blank dismay.
It's been a few years since I've been doing this here. Which slave is standing here, not with weak legs and incontinence
How can someone think so clearly and make such a "small suggestion"
The blindfolded man in Wupao frowned, he passed through the group of frightened slaves, and walked to the last place where Zhu Minglang was.
"That's why I'm the only one who carries out eye-gouging." The blindfolded black-robed man said coldly.
As he said that, the eye-cutting knife in his hand lit up, and it seemed that he was going to start with this slave whose thinking was too clear.
But to be reasonable, he wanted to cut Zhu Minglang's tongue first!
Before he died, he shook the "military spirit" of his believers!
"grown ups!"
At this time, a strong man in a black robe ran over and said in a panic.
"What's the matter, wait for me to cut this guy's tongue first... Bah, goug his eyes first!" said the blindfolded man in the black robe.
"There is a group of masters who are surrounding our stele wall." The brawny man in black robe said.
"Do you know the origin?" Wupao leader Guo Chang asked.
"I know!" Zhu Minglang said suddenly.
"Shut up!" Wupao leader picked up the barbed sharp knife and stabbed Zhu Minglang in the eyes.
Zhu Minglang dodged easily, and the nooses that were trapped on his body seemed to be hanging on him, and they all fell off with a light shake.
"I am Zhao Yinge, the prince of the royal family. I have been staring at you group of evil cults for some time, and I have specially sent experts to exterminate them!" Zhu Minglang said loudly.