Carrying a bamboo basket with some wine and food in it, Ji Hao walked in a dark corridor.
The tunnel opened with knives and axes was rough and crude, but extremely solid. On the thick rock wall, black iron-colored and earthy-yellow runes flash from time to time. The great witches of the Witch Palace have laid out 'copper wall charms' and 'iron wall charms' on the rock wall. An inch thick rock is thicker than an inch. The thicker iron plate is stronger.
In the corridor, there were seven or eight heavily armored human warriors standing every one hundred feet. These warriors standing under the wall were motionless, and you couldn't even hear the sound of their breathing. They were cold and ruthless, as lifeless as battle puppets.
After walking for more than a quarter of an hour, iron fences appeared on both sides of the corridor. Behind the fences were spacious prison cells, which were filled with prisoners captured alive by various human armies these days.
When Ji Hao walked over, in a prison, a foreign slave with khaki skin and densely covered with dark green dots rushed over. His whole body was hanging on the fence, and his long arms were transparent. He crossed the fence and grabbed Ji Hao.
"Damn natives, why don't you let Uncle Zalu go quickly! Do you know who the master of Uncle Zalu is? If you dare to imprison Uncle Zalu, the master of Uncle Zalu will definitely cut you into pieces."
Ji Hao slapped him, and Uncle Zalu, whose strength had just reached the level of the Little Witch, howled miserably. Half of his arm was smashed to pieces, and blood was spilled all over the floor.
Zalu screamed and hugged his broken arm and retreated into the cage. The other prisoners in the cage who wanted to rush to threaten Ji Hao retreated and looked at Ji Hao timidly.
Once Ji Hao looked at them, these alien slave warriors lowered their heads, and no one dared to look Ji Hao in the eye. Ji Hao said coldly: "A group of dogs wagging their tails begging for mercy, how dare they be so arrogant when they get here?"
Several slave warriors raised their heads and wanted to argue with Ji Hao. But when they saw the plasma sprayed by Zalu on the ground, these slave warriors twitched and lowered their heads in fear, not daring to make a sound.
Walking to a prison cage, Ji Hao took out a jade talisman and pressed it on the iron fence. The iron fence rumbled up and Ji Hao walked in.
The dark walls were covered with blood marks, and along with a low 'buzzing' sound, dense runes on the rock wall lit up one after another from time to time. There were no lights in the prison, but the light from these runes was enough for people to see everything clearly.
Dozens of chains as thick as a thumb protruded from the rock wall. Ji's bones and kneecaps were penetrated by the iron chains, and she huddled weakly under the rock wall. Looking carefully, he saw a chain that was much thinner than an ordinary chain, but had a dark gold color that penetrated his spine. Under the skin near his spine, there were nine dragon claw-shaped protrusions.
The 'Witch Soul Nine Dragon Lock' is a very famous torture tool in the Witch Palace. Not to mention Ji Qi, a great shaman who has opened more than a thousand witch caves, even a Witch King can't even think of struggling to escape as long as he is imprisoned by the Nine Dragon Lock.
Ji Hao took out the wine and vegetables from the bamboo basket and placed them neatly in front of Ji Hao. He took out a large bowl, poured a bowl of wine for Ji Hao, and brought it to him.
"Is it the soul-breaking wine? If I drink it, I will be executed?" Ji Hao struggled hard, crossed his body, and sat upright under the rock wall, looking at Ji Hao with a deep look.
"You are a member of the Golden Crow tribe, so I came to see you." Ji Hao put the wine bowl to Ji Hao's mouth and said coldly: "It is rare to meet a tribesman with the same origin in the Central Continent."
Ji Li was stunned, biting the edge of the wine bowl, raising his head, and a bowl of wine went into his stomach. With a flick of his neck, the wine bowl flew back into Ji Hao's hand. Ji Hao squinted his eyes and looked Ji Hao up and down.
"Is there anything good to see?" Ji Hao sat cross-legged opposite Ji Hao, changed a wine bowl, and got himself a bowl of wine.
"I still don't understand why... you have seen through me and my brothers a long time ago, and are you deliberately going after you?" Ji Hao looked at Ji Hao in confusion: "But I have used this method before. Pass."
Ji Li narrowed his eyes and said: "I have used this method before. First, I would have a conflict with their people, and then everyone would have a drink together. I heard that they are all tribesmen from the Southern Wilderness, so everyone would relax their vigilance. Then. I took the opportunity to make a surprise attack with my brothers, and they were killed by me without any precautions. Why couldn't I kill you this time?"
Looking at Ji Hao who looked puzzled, Ji Hao sighed softly: "When you attacked Yu Mu, I already regarded you as enemies. Even though I later found out that you are members of the Golden Crow Tribe... I didn't relax at all. Be careful, I still treat you as enemies!"
Ji Hao looked at Ji Hao with bared teeth, and growled in a low voice in confusion: "But this shouldn't be the case! You are just a doll with no hair. You come from that damn place in the Southern Wilderness. How come you have so many ghosts?" Mind-set? How many people who are older than you and have more experience than you have been fooled?"
Ji Hao shrugged his shoulders and remained silent.
Ghostly? Haha, can those rough and arrogant Southern Wilderness warriors burst into tears when they see their fellow villagers and let down all vigilance, can they be compared with me? Ninety-nine percent of the soldiers in the Southern Wilderness are simple fools. They occasionally engage in intrigues and tricks, but they never come to the fore.
And myself...
"You did not lose unjustly!" Ji Hao looked at Ji Hao and said coldly: "I have never really regarded you as a trustworthy clan member, so you did not lose unjustly. I came to see you and just wanted to ask, Why."
"You are a member of the Golden Crow Tribe. Your ancestors were captured by foreigners and turned into slaves. You should have a blood feud with them. Why do you want to become their lackey?" Ji Hao looked at Ji Hao, puzzled. Asked: "Because your Abba and Eminem are in their hands?"
Ji Fei was silent for a while and looked at the wine bowl.
Ji Hao poured him another bowl of wine, brought it to his mouth and let him drink.
Ji Fei let out a long sigh of relief and said with squinted eyes: "For them? What do you think? My father and mother are now the supervisors of the master's mine. They are in charge of 200,000 mining slaves to work for the master. They do it willingly, no one forces them.”
"Me too. When I was five years old, I took the initiative to participate in the training camp set up by my master. I specifically learned how to disguise myself, how to infiltrate the human race, how to pretend to be a 'pure person', and how to lurk and hide within the human race."
"I have learned a lot of things, including assassinations, corpse destruction, spying on intelligence, and various clever communication methods." Ji Hao looked at Ji Hao and said sincerely: "What I have learned is what you will always learn. Can’t think of anything.”
'Something you'd never think of'? Ji Hao looked at Ji Hao with a weird smile. What Ji Hao had learned in his previous life was probably advanced stuff that they had never thought of. At least if Ji Hao had been responsible for Ji Hao's attack this time, he wouldn't have been so careless and made so many mistakes.
"Why?" Ji Hao continued to ask, "Why do you want to be their lackey?"
Ji Hao looked at Ji Hao seriously and softly uttered four words: "Prosperity and wealth!"
(End of chapter)