Fengjiu glanced at the big snake pit in front of her, and then at the seventy or eighty men who were being escorted in front of her. Some had pale faces, with beads of cold sweat oozing from their foreheads, while others had stern faces, pursed their lips, and stared at the snake pit in front of them, their bodies tense.
Moving her eyes away from those people, Fengjiu's gaze fell on the few powerful immortals and Nascent Soul cultivators at the side, and she slowly lowered her eyes.
Do you want to push those people into the snake pit? Those people were captured from outside, and they are not unforgivable. From the fact that they were able to survive in the forest, we can also know that they must have some skills. But if you put these people to death like this, it would be too much.
The thought flashed through her mind, and she sighed inwardly. How could the people of the Dark Night Temple have any humanity in their hearts? Perhaps human life was nothing more than an ant to them. Killing these people would not only shock them, but also show their cruel and bloodthirsty methods.
It is estimated that after this scene, even if there are people with ulterior motives, they will have to consider whether they have the ability to completely escape from their clutches. Otherwise, if they fall into their hands, they will probably suffer a fate worse than death.
Everyone was silent. The ghost old man came over from behind. The charming woman was no longer with him because he had killed her when she seduced Hao Junhao in the forest.
The old ghost walked to the front, his cold and venomous eyes swept over the people in tight clothes. When he fell on Fengjiu, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he stayed for a while before moving away.
He looked at the tense men and said in a cold voice, "I said, anyone who fails the test will die, and it will be a miserable death."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and two Nascent Soul cultivators at the side escorted two men with pale faces forward.
"No, no..."
The two men's legs went weak, their crotches were wet from extreme fear, and their faces turned pale as they looked at the snake pit. There are many ways to die, but this kind of death by slow slicing is the most unacceptable.
They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of this kind of death that comes with pain and from the soul.
"Push them away." Gui Lao's voice was sinister, as if he did not regard the two men as human beings.
“No, no, ah… help… help… ah!”
The two were pushed into the snake pit by the Nascent Soul cultivator. Once they fell into the pit, the poisonous snakes wrapped around them tightly. After a while, Jian Jing's shrill screams weakened. The two's faces turned black and purple and they lay motionless, with fang marks all over their bodies from being bitten by poisonous snakes.
Fengjiu's eyes moved slightly, and her gaze fell on the ghost old man, secretly suppressing the urge to kill.
The old ghost didn't notice Feng Jiu's gaze, but looked at the people standing there. He looked at them and said, "Becoming food for poisonous snakes and enduring everything that comes with death, I believe you won't like that feeling very much."
The old ghost smiled sinisterly, staring at the seventy or eighty people, and said, "Kneel down and save me. Maybe I can let you go and give you a chance to live."
As soon as he said this, more than thirty of the seventy or eighty people knelt down and kowtowed to him.