Yu Sha

Whoosh—pop—!

The leather whip dipped in cold water was raised high in the air, then flicked along Steward Ma's wrist, and then fell hard, with a whistling sound, like a dagger, like a sharp blade. The saw suddenly hit Chu Weiyang's back.

Suddenly, the gray-black linen clothes were torn apart with a tearing sound, and then, the edges were dyed deep red by the blood oozing from the wound.

After all, it's not a real dagger, nor is it a real sharp saw.

The whip fell, and by the way, several repair marks on the linen clothes collapsed. The tattered pieces of cloth hung on Chu Weiyang's body, revealing several dark red blood stains. Then, under the influence of blood, Mixed together, nothing can be distinguished.

From beginning to end, the young man just followed the force of the whip and swayed forward in place.

He didn't seem to feel any pain, and otherwise didn't react at all. He even just lowered his head and never looked at the horse steward.

In the cramped grotto, people were crowded together, and the buzzing sound was sharp. Others seemed not to hear it, like Chu Weiyang, who lowered his head, not sure whether it was indifference or numbness.

Chu Weiyang didn't raise his head, and the horse manager wasn't angry. He came and stood at the door of the grotto, and he always got a whip. The only difference was who stood outside.

It was like blowing a whistle, like clapping your hands, like knocking on the door frame.

Master Ma is very particular about people, even when he treats the slaves in the Demon Suppressing Cave, he is so polite.

"Two things!"

"First of all, from now on, the amount of evil spirit that everyone needs to temper every day will be increased from one and a half pots to two pots! If you are still panting, there is no reason to bargain!"

"Master Ma also knows that you are in trouble. Don't say that I think you are not human beings. The second thing is that starting from today, everyone's rations will be doubled!"

It wasn't until they heard this that everyone in the grotto reacted. They all raised their heads and looked directly at Guanshi Ma.

Those were the scorched yellow faces that were thin and disfigured, and the eyes were numb after suffering from pain.

For a moment, Manager Ma's face suddenly stiffened. He suddenly realized that he seemed to be standing in front of the gate of hell. In front of him were gloomy ghosts, those faces, those empty eyes, and the dark and cramped environment. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the human world.

He was speechless and felt even more frightened.

If the people in this cave are all ghosts, who am I, Lord Ma? Fried little devil's beef head and horse noodles all day long?

What a coincidence, my real surname is Ma...

Thinking of this, the steward felt more and more uneasy and even ashamed and angry. He suddenly became angry and glanced at Chu Weiyang who was standing at the door and turned around to look at him. Without any warning, Steward Ma suddenly raised his head. The whip in his hand hit Chu Weiyang's back hard again!

This was beyond everyone's expectations.

Chu Weiyang pursed his lips tightly, enduring the pain without making a sound, let alone any more changes in his expression.

Everyone else was stunned.

Even Manager Ma himself was stunned for a while.

Suddenly the anger in his heart was driven away, and he felt empty and became more and more uneasy.

This must be because the evil spirit in the Demon Suppressing Cave is too strong, it actually shakes the mind!

Even for the sake of my cultivation, I should leave this dirty place as soon as possible!

As soon as he thought about this, Manager Ma shouted sharply.

"What are you doing? Work! Be honest! I'm watching you!"

After that, he shook off the long whip in his hand and walked away from the grotto door with his hands behind his back.

The steward's footsteps were getting farther and farther away.

In the dark grotto, no one spoke. After a few breaths, the sound of hammering iron and stone was heard from the door. Looking carefully through the light, it was Chu Weiyang standing at the door of the grotto. From the stacked baskets Inside, he took out a fist-sized piece of iron ore.

Just holding it in his hand, most of Chu Weiyang's body tilted slightly. The iron stone seemed to be extremely heavy. As soon as it touched Chu Weiyang's palm, the blood-rust color on the iron stone seemed to come to life. There was a strange spiritual light flickering, following Chu Weiyang's arms and going straight into his torso.

Chu Weiyang, who had been whipped twice by Steward Ma, did not show any emotion at all. At this moment, facing the erosion of iron and stone, the young man trembled uncontrollably.

In just a few breaths, Chu Weiyang's complexion turned from burnt yellow to pale.

But he still raised his other hand with difficulty and hung it in the empty jade bottle beside him.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

Gradually, pure evil energy condensed in the palm of Chu Weiyang's palm, and the strands turned into vortexes, and finally condensed into a drop of crimson water, which fell into the jade pot at an arm's height. In this way, it was a drop of evil energy. The pulp is condensed.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Not long after, when he looked again, the iron ore held by Chu Weiyang's other hand had been absorbed by the turbid evil, and the spiritual light dispersed away. When Chu Weiyang's palm exerted a slight force, it turned into powder in a short time, along the Spilled between fingers.

The cave gradually filled with dust and smoke.

The sunlight, which was not bright in the first place, shone slantly into the smoke and dust in this cave through the narrow door, and suddenly cut into beams of light, making it look more and more ghostly.

In this way, the long day passed like this.

Boom——

It wasn't until a steaming cauldron was placed at the door of the grotto that everyone who had been numb all day seemed to come to life.

There were not a few oil stars visible in the white soup in the cauldron, but there were some rotten vegetable leaves that were almost black, and occasionally a piece of minced meat floated, which was full of fishy smell.

Such a pot is like pig food.

But even so, everyone's breathing became increasingly short, filled with uncontrollable desire.

In the life in Zhenmo Cave, hunger tortures human nature far more than pain.

Everyone who has ever lived here can clearly remember every feeling about hunger - first it was anger, then anxiety, and after a few days, walking became difficult, and then even thinking became very difficult. Emotions and feelings become burdens, thoughts and bodies gradually separate, and death can come at any time.

But no matter what kind of hunger and desire, the people in the grotto did not make any commotion. Then, they all looked at Chu Weiyang who was standing at the door. However, at this moment, Chu Weiyang turned his head and looked into the depth of the grotto. Here, I looked at a figure who looked particularly burly in the crowd.

The man gradually walked towards the door. Through the dimmest ray of light in the evening, he could vaguely see a bald man with a sinewy face. There was a very distinct scar on his face, which almost cut the entire face into pieces from left to right. Two halves.

Such an image seems to have some demon-suppressing meaning.

The big man stood in front of the cauldron, holding a spoon in one hand and taking the empty bowl from Chu Weiyang with the other.

The first two spoonfuls sank hard into the bottom of the cauldron. When they were fished out, there was not much soup. Among the two spoonfuls of rotten vegetable leaves, there were a few obvious chunks of fishy meat. It was not until the third spoonful that the big man fished out a piece of the noodles. A ladle of white soup was poured into Chu Weiyang's bowl.

This is the best bowl in the cave, and it is also Chu Weiyang's "reward" for standing at the door today and being whipped by the steward.

From beginning to end, the big man didn't really take a closer look at the rations in the big cauldron to see if it was doubled as Steward Ma said. Chu Weiyang also didn't mention the extra whipping that Steward Ma had given him later. He just silently took the bowl handed back by the big man, held it firmly in his chest, walked deep into the grotto, sat stiffly on the stone along the wall.

After drinking half a bowl of soup, eating all the rotten vegetable leaves, and chewing a piece of fishy meat, the bald man held the bowl and sat next to Chu Weiyang.

He moved his body with the same difficulty, leaning half of his body towards Chu Weiyang, and lowered his head again, his hoarse voice only circulated between the two of them.

"While meditating last night, the turbid evil accumulated and completely blocked all my meridians. I couldn't make any progress after sitting all night. Xiao Chu, I'm afraid I'm going to die."