He Xi sneered and put all the remaining crystals into the storage ring. There were only about three million crystals left, and Zhang Dezhong actually lost a full two million in two days.
Because his mind was hypnotized, Zhang Dezhong knelt there stupidly, as if he was stupid, drooling from the corners of his mouth. The feces and urine he excreted due to extreme fear were so smelly that he looked even more miserable than the beggars on the street.
There was no disgust in He Xi's eyes when he looked at him, but rather a cold look like a poisoned blade, flashing a cold purple light.
She placed her palm lightly on Zhang Dezhong's back and used her internal energy to induce vomiting. The invisible needle that was originally lingering in Zhang Dezhong's brain flew back into her hand with a puff puff.
Almost at the same moment, a dagger appeared in her hand, which slashed through Zhang Dezhong's meridians and throat at an incredible speed.
In an instant, blood spurted out and wailing shook the sky.
Yes, Zhang Dezhong woke up. He looked at He Xi with horror on his face. There was no more resentment in his eyes, only despair and pleading.
He Xi raised the bloody dagger to his eyes, gently touched the blood beads on it, and then smiled nonchalantly: "Manager Zhang, aren't you interested in selling people as slaves? Today, I will let you taste it yourself."
"Ah!" Manager Zhang wanted to scream and beg for mercy, but he found that he could not make any sound at all, and his body, with all his tendons and veins cut off, was completely unable to move.
He Xi's smile became even brighter. Even though her face was still covered in a sallow disguise, she still looked so bright and beautiful. "Are you scared by the blood all over the floor? Don't worry. You are a cultivator. Your body is nourished by spiritual energy. This little injury won't kill you at all. It's just that I have severed all the meridians in your body. Don't even think about moving or talking in this life."
Manager Zhang's eyes bulged out like dead fish eyes, his whole body twitched and convulsed with fear and despair, his eyes were full of pleading, as if saying: Kill me! Kill me!
"Don't be impatient, Manager Zhang. You didn't kill me in the beginning, so how could I bear to kill you? Are you worried that you will become a cripple and it will be hard to sell you in the pig market? Haha, how could that be?"
He Xiyan took two steps forward with a smile, looked down at him, and spat out words that pushed him into the abyss, "The pig market is full of people who want to use warriors' bodies for various experiments, and there are also people who need to raise such 'meat pigs' as carriers to remove impurities and toxins from crystals and spiritual plants for themselves. Manager Zhang, in your next life, you only need to lie in bed and someone will take care of you and serve you. Shouldn't you thank me for finding you such a good home?"
Because the spiritual energy in the air is thin, warriors need to use crystals and spiritual plants to improve their cultivation. However, most crystals and spiritual plants contain impurities and toxins, so they cannot be used without limit. They must absorb while expelling impurities from the body. This will of course affect the warrior's body to some extent and slow down the speed of cultivation.
Therefore, some wealthy people came up with the concept of "pigs", letting the "pigs" absorb the spiritual energy in the crystals and eat spiritual plants containing toxins. The owner then absorbs the spiritual energy directly from the "pigs", which has no future troubles and speeds up the practice.
As for how painful and miserable those "pig" slaves are with a large amount of impurities and toxins accumulated in their bodies, it is not within the master's consideration.
Zhang Dezhong opened his mouth and made a crackling sound, with turbid tears and blood in his eyes, but he had already lost all hope.
He never thought that just a moment of greed would lead him to such a fate! If only he had known... If only he had known... (To be continued)