A heavy downpour fell, causing thick fog to rise throughout the dense forest. The rainwater seeped into the ground little by little along the roots of the huge trees, and fell on the ground of the underground city, forming small puddles.
Several lines of demon soldiers walked through here in neat steps, and their heavy steps splashed the rainwater in the puddles. Their images were printed in the puddles. The green-faced and fanged monsters were gathered from nowhere by the blue clouds.
Rows of workshops in the distance are emitting white smoke. Although most of the white smoke will be sucked away by the exhaust vents above the dungeon, the residual smell is still a bit choking. Metal is forged here into extremely lethal weapons. Through the small windows in the workshop, you can see that the ghost slaves inside are constantly busy and are not allowed to rest for a moment.
Yasha, who was in charge of overseeing the work, held up the translucent tassel made by his magic in his hand, and whipped a ghost slave who looked clumsy. The ghost slave's speed of forging weapons lagged far behind his companions around him.
Yasha cursed: "Speed up, you lazy guys! Do you know what will happen if you delay the progress?! You will be crushed like ants!"
The whipped ghost slave flew out with the huge force of the whip, and his back hit the heating furnace. In an instant, a hole was burned in his ragged clothes, and smoke started to rise from his black skin. He grinned and begged Yaksha for mercy: "Lord Yaksha, please forgive me! I know I was wrong!"
Yaksha did not speak, but pointed the whip again at its working position.
It ignored the pain and crawled back to that position to continue its work.
Passing through the workshop and the camp of the magic soldiers, the largest building in the dungeon stood there. It is shaped like a cross-shaped fortress. In a small room on the east side of the ground floor of the cross-shaped building, a ghost slave walked in carrying a tray.
He slammed the tray onto the wooden table in the center of the room so hard that the soup inside came out, and then ordered: "Eat!"
Dong Muya, who was sitting on a low couch on one side of the room, begged him: "Please, tell me about the boy who was arrested with me!"
"It's useless to beg me, I won't tell you anything! Alas, alas, I told you to finish the meal quickly, but I still have to take away the plate!" the ghost slave said to her impatiently.
Dong Muya did not continue to plead, but silently walked to the table, quickly grabbed the pair of chopsticks placed on the tray, and pressed it against his neck.
"Are you threatening me?!" The ghost slave became angry and shouted at her.
"Yes, if I die, your master Qingyun will no longer have the leverage to control that boy!" Dong Muya responded, with a look of indifference and determination in his eyes.
"Haha, that boy is very good! Don't worry, how could Lord Qingyun be willing to hurt him?! But soon, you won't be so good, because you will soon lose your use value!" Ghost Slave said while saying Bian approached Dong Muya and snatched the chopsticks from her hand with a very fast movement, "It seems that I have to ask them to change the chopsticks into spoons tomorrow, or simply let you eat with your hands."
Dong Muya finally did it, and she forced herself to swallow the unpalatable food on the plate, because she had to live, and only by living could she possibly see Min Entong again.
These days, she has roughly known that the place where she and Min Endong were imprisoned should be underground, because looking out from the window, there is no difference between night and day here. The concept of time became thinner and thinner here. She wasn't quite sure how long she and Min Endong had been locked up here. She only remembered that looking at their backs was the last time she met him.
She has been kept in this small room. Morning and evening, ghost slaves will come to bring her a meal. Every once in a while, they will bring a wooden barrel for her to take a bath. She thought they would take her to see Min Entong soon, because if he couldn't see her, he would definitely doubt whether Qingyun had harmed her, and would probably resist his control because of this.
The wait was long and cruel, and her heart was full of fear. During the time alone, she was entangled with various speculations. But she knew she couldn't give up hope. She firmly believed that Ouyang Hongye would come here to rescue her and Min Endong.
At the center of the cross-shaped fort, beneath the ground, is a circular room. This room is much more spacious than the one Dong Muya stayed in. It is surrounded by countless computer screens. Among these computers are the moved MM supercomputer terminal systems, but now more processors have been added.
In the center of the circular room, there is a very strange-looking large metal box. The box looks like a human being from the outside. Countless tubes and circuits are scattered from the metal box, and then connected to the surrounding processors. and some instruments.
Mrs. Lan walked around the room, always observing the operation of each machine, or entering some programs on it. Suddenly, red alarm prompts sounded on several screens.
She hurriedly walked towards the human-shaped metal box in the center, turned a control button next to it, and pulled it open. In the box, all the tubes and circuits were connected to the body of a little boy. He had an oxygen mask on his mouth, his face was very pale, and his breathing was light and rapid. The monitor monitoring his physical condition also showed that his life was Characteristics are fading.
"Come here!" Mrs. Lan shouted loudly.
In the blink of an eye, a ghost slave rushed in and asked: "Sir, what are your orders?"
"Invite Master Qingyun quickly and tell him that the situation here is extremely urgent." Mrs. Lan ordered.
"yes!"
Shortly after the ghost slave disappeared, Qingyun appeared. He walked closer to see the boy's condition and nodded to Mrs. Lan.
Mrs. Lan walked to the main console of the HyperTerminal system and pressed the stop button. The tubes and wires inserted into the boy were automatically pulled out by the instrument. Two ghost slaves came in, clamped him and took him out.
After the boy was taken away, Mrs. Lan said to Qingyun, "My lord, we are a little too eager to get things done! After all, the boy is made of flesh and blood!"
"What? Do you feel sorry for him?" Qingyun raised his hand and moved the mask on his face to one side, revealing half of his face, and asked with a half-smile.
"Where! I'm just afraid that if our plan fails, this Min Endong will die! Without him, the entire system developed by Lan Zhu and I would not be able to operate at all."
"Oh, Ruo Qing! I don't understand the system you're talking about! But we both know how much time we have left. I put all my hopes and chips on you and Lan It’s on Zhu, don’t let me down again!”
"yes!"
The boy was taken into another room by the ghost slaves and they threw him into a pool filled with hot water. I don't know what was put in the hot water, and it seemed to be floating with a layer of lavender. What's strange is that the boy's wounds that were filled with pipes and various wires were quickly healed as soon as he was soaked in the water. He recovered. Not only that, but after a while, he who was in a coma began to slowly open his eyes.
He suddenly realized that his mouth and nose were submerged in the water without realizing it, so he subconsciously flopped a few times before he poked his head out of the water.
The ghost slaves outside heard the noise he made, and they came in again and dragged him out of the pool. He quickly dried his body and put a strange robe on him.
He was still very weak, and he followed the ghost slave unsteadily to see Qingyun. Since being caught here, Qingyun has had meals with him every day. Although he was very reluctant, he could not resist. Because Dong Muya is still in his hands, he always speaks out terrible threats while talking and laughing. The tone that sounds very relaxed is full of creepy atmosphere, which makes people shudder.
Most of the time here, he was undergoing both mental and physical torture. Even he himself didn't know that the MM supercomputer terminal system developed by his parents had been improved in some way after they obtained the Qi Lie Array. Some of the mysterious functions in the system were also closely related to the Qi Lie Array.
These functions were invincible. He was not told how powerful they were, but they must be powerful enough to destroy the demon world and the human world. The only person who can successfully activate this function is he who was born relying on the Qi Lie Formation. When his body is adjusted to be completely synchronized with the entire system, the hidden functions in the system will also be activated.
What Mrs. Blue and her son are responsible for is making him the key that can open the door to endless power. Once their plan succeeds, his body will be integrated with the entire terminal system. In other words, he will become a part of this system.
He was unable to escape, but he did not want to be slaughtered by them, nor did he want to become their weapon to help them destroy any world or kill any life. His little mind had collapsed countless times. Whenever the physical pain brought him to death, he could only imagine in his heart the warmth Dong Muya had given him. Only in this way could he not be swallowed by the darkness.
Until now, the reason why he has been unable to fully integrate with the Hyper Terminal System is precisely because of the support of this spiritual power. Even as he fell into a coma, his subconscious was still trying to resist. He had to leave this hellish place with her, so thinking about it made his pace become smoother again.
He followed the ghost slave to the room where Qingyun was. The food was already laid out. It was hard to imagine that Qingyun would eat a sumptuous meal leisurely in this hellish underground city.
The boy sat down at one end of the table. Before he started eating, he said, "When can I see Dong Muya again?"
"Have you not given up the idea of seeing her again?" Qingyun was still only covered by a mask for most of his face at this moment. His tiger claws were tapping rhythmically on the table, and his sharp nails would often make a harsh sound. , not big but making people shudder.
"Yes, you once promised that as long as I help you, you will not hurt her! But if I can't see her, how will I know if you are lying?"
"Do you know what will happen to anyone who negotiates terms with me?!"
"I know they will all die, but I can't die. You won't let me die. You still need me."
"I hate kids, especially smart kids!"
"No matter what you say, I have to see her!"
"Okay! I'll let you see her!"