To the west of Liangzhu City, in the middle of a large river with turbid waves, a small stone island is wrapped in thick mist.
The island is seven or eight miles wide at its widest and more than twenty miles long. According to the topography of the island, the aliens built a castle with a strange shape. More than a dozen skeletal towers are stuck in the castle, like the finger bones of a dead man. Pointing straight to the sky.
There is a barracks in the southeast, northwest and northwest of the castle. There is a three-hundred-foot-high sacred tower in the center of the barracks. The scarlet vertical eyes on the top of the four sacred towers slowly rotate, and invisible ripples sweep across the earth in circles, constantly monitoring the movements in all directions. .
In the middle of a high tower in the castle, Di Laurent sat in a small cell with a deathly face. Through the palm-wide ventilation window, he stared blankly at a light water bird on the river in the distance.
There was a soft sound of 'pop', and the water bird was still more than a mile away from the high wall of the castle. A red ripple flashed in the air, and the water bird was beaten into a plume of blue smoke by the strong current, and several messy feathers were tumbled. The strong wind blows far away.
Di Laurent's body twitched slightly, and he seemed to see his tragic fate from this water bird.
"I'm so stupid... I shouldn't come back." Di Laurent muttered vaguely: "Why should I be stupid enough to return to Liangzhu? Damn Di Shisha, he actually put all the blame on us. Back then he Why didn’t I strangle him when he was born?”
A talisman over a foot long, made of the softest leather from the dragon's belly and forged by a secret method, became as thin as cicada wings and almost transparent, was attached to Di Laurent's forehead. A very thin black light spurted out from the talisman, covering Di Laurent's face like a huge spider web.
The natal Dharma Eye was sealed, and all magical powers could not be used. The pampered Yu clan nobles were physically weak. In this heavily defended prison, Di Laurent had no chance of escaping.
As the elder of the Di clan, Di Luolang also received preferential treatment. Even as prisoners, the strict class nature of the alien race is still clearly revealed. Di Laurent was able to have an independent cell in a high tower with clear air and "broad vision". Although this cell could only accommodate a single bed, at least this was a preferential treatment.
Beneath this castle, there is a huge and complex underground prison, where tens of thousands of members of the Emperor's clan are imprisoned in a place where they cannot see the light of day. Including Di Laurent's direct descendants, his children, and grandchildren were all imprisoned there.
"How much time is left?" Di Laurent clasped his fingers and gritted his teeth, thinking secretly: "According to the tradition of our Yu clan, since we have taken on all the charges, we must kill people as soon as possible and eliminate all those who can reverse the case. possible."
"Then, we don't have much time. We need to find a suitable day to behead all the members of our Di clan... Of course, in order to squeeze out the last bit of profit from us, this is also the best tradition of our Yu clan - in order to squeeze out The last little benefit we have, we should be used as sacrifices!"
"I, Di Luolang, an elder of the Di clan, a descendant of the noble blood of Emperor Shiluotian, have actually been reduced to being used as a sacrifice! Sacrifice, damn, and those lowly slaves, despicable Just like livestock, use it as a sacrifice!”
Di Laurent's face turned purple with anger. He clenched his fist almost hysterically and smashed it against the wall.
"Ah, my hand!" A faint light flashed on the hard rock wall, and Di Laurent's fist scratched a large piece of skin. He was so painful that he squatted on the ground holding his fist, and tears flowed involuntarily from his eyes. tears.
There was a small window on the wooden door of the cell. A figure suddenly appeared outside the window and looked into the cell with squinted eyes.
Di Laurent let go of his hand, coughed lightly, stood up, and pulled the wrinkled robe on his body, trying to maintain the demeanor of an elder of a wealthy family. He looked at the people outside the window and asked coldly: "What's the matter?"
"Elder Di Laurent?" A smooth voice came in.
Di Laurent's expression changed slightly. He suddenly took two steps forward, leaned towards the window and looked out. Standing in the narrow corridor outside was a young man from the Yu tribe dressed in Chinese clothes.
The bloodline has been optimized from generation to generation, and the Yu clan nobles have many handsome men and beautiful women, with many tall and beautiful figures. But the young man from the Yu tribe standing outside Diluolang's gate is a head shorter than the normal Yu tribe man. He is a bit bloated and has a fat face. Among the nobles of the Yu tribe who pay great attention to appearance, In the group, this guy is destined to be isolated and despised by everyone.
Di Laurent happened to recognize this guy. This young man from the Yu tribe belonged to a low-level noble family. This family itself did not have much power. The tribesmen mostly relied on serving as secretaries for the big nobles, or as tax officers or tax officers in the territories of the big lords. Earn a living by assisting officials such as commercial director.
Compared with the top wealthy families like the Di family, the family to which this young man from the Yu tribe belongs is an insignificant existence that can be erased with just one sentence.
If Di Laurent remembered correctly, this little guy once proposed marriage to a collateral descendant of Di Laurent. That collateral descendant was the descendant of a great-grandson of Di Laurent who did not value him, and was born to a lowly maid.
With such an identity, such a bloodline, that collateral descendant's status among Di Laurent's descendants is no different from that of a servant.
But Di Laurent flatly rejected this little guy's marriage proposal, and also used family power to suppress the family behind this young man from the Yu tribe.
"It's you... your name is..." Di Laurent still remembered this 'ugly' face, but couldn't remember his name.
"Gru." The youth of the Yu tribe smiled slickly: "The humble Gru salutes you, the distinguished elder Di Laurent. Ah, how is the environment in the cell? This shabby cell is almost the same as yours. It matches so well.”
After laughing a few times, Gru glanced at the guard standing at the end of the corridor in the distance, lowered his voice and said softly: "Dear Elder, do you still remember your most beloved granddaughter Di Wu? What a noble lady, what a beautiful person, I am here to take her away."
Di Laurent's face suddenly twitched.
Di Wu was the youngest daughter of his favorite son. Di Wu’s mother’s bloodline was noble and she was born in the Yemo family of the dark sun lineage. Among all the descendants of Di Luolang, Di Wu’s bloodline was the most noble, so she was naturally favored by the emperor. Laurent’s greatest love.
"There are a total of twelve of us who admire Miss Di Wu so much. We pooled together a sum of money." Gru smiled obscenely and looked provocatively at Di Laurent, whose face was twisted: "This amount of money It’s quite impressive, so the commander here believes that Miss Di Wu died of a serious illness because she couldn’t adapt to the prison environment.”
"We will pamper Miss Di Wu well." Gru was trembling with excitement. He looked at Di Laurent and growled word by word, almost cursing in a low voice: "Believe us, we will take turns pampering her! "
Di Laurent's face was pale and he couldn't say a word.
(End of chapter)