Thinking of this, Mo Zhiyu immediately had the spirit again, no matter how bad his physical condition was, he couldn't lie down, he had to find more information as soon as possible.

Mo Zhiyu slowly rolled over on his side, supporting his body with both hands, and supporting himself hard, so that he finally sat up.

Then he heard a "clang" sound behind him, which made him think that a new event had happened immediately, and he quickly turned around, but it turned too fast, and suddenly twisted his neck, and also affected the wounds all over his body, and his hands instantly lost his strength, and he immediately fell from the hard couch to the harder ground.

When he fell to the ground, Mo Zhiyu looked up and saw that it was a young man who looked like an apprentice healer who had knocked over the copper basin in his hand, which was why he made such a big noise. But this apprentice looked at this ink delusion with a shocked face, and muttered: "You actually live?!" ”

Mo Zhidelusion thought to himself, this is alive, what is there to be surprised about? Could it be that these people decided that he was dead, so they threw him in this corner, and they didn't plan to treat him, just waiting for him to fend for himself?

He was very depressed in his heart, but he didn't know what kind of plot to go next, so he nodded very honestly and replied a little embarrassedly: "Yes, I'm not dead." ”

"Live...... Live, live! When this apprentice disciple heard Mo Zhiyu and answered himself very seriously, he opened his throat and shouted as if he had seen a ghost, turned around and ran away. At the same time, the wounded who had been staying near Mo Zhiyu also showed frightened expressions and involuntarily retreated.

Mo Zhiyu is even more unclear about what the situation is now, according to the information in his mind, he just participated in an ordinary life-and-death duel battle before, and he didn't run back from hell, why do these people look at him like a ghost? Could it be that the moon pupil has already become a legendary first-level brave fighter in this gladiatorial arena? These guys would be scared even if they looked at him?

Mo Zhiyu didn't even know his own situation now, so he didn't care much about the condition of these people, he saw that he had been lying here for a long time and no one took care of him, so he still climbed back to the hard couch and lay down on his own hands.

As soon as he lay down, he heard a cacophony of noises, and when he looked away, he saw the apprentice approaching with a few healers in white vests.

As soon as these doctors came over, they didn't care about what the situation was, they just "tsk" vigorously, and then they each went to pull out the clothes of the ink delirium, and the ink delirium was now seriously injured, and he had no power to fight back, so he could only let the mermaid flesh.

Then these healers used bandages to tie up Mo Zhiyu to Wuhuada, which was considered to be bandaged, and then Mo Zhiyu was carried away by several strong men.

Mo Zhiyu was tossed by those doctors, and his brain seemed to be filled with half a bucket of water, and with the brain flower, it was a paste that shook his head, and his consciousness began to dissipate again. The road swayed leisurely, and when he woke up, he had already come to an exquisite stone room, and he was lying on the stone platform of the stone room.

Suddenly, a stone door opened, and a man in a brown robe walked in with some brown men, who looked like a big man.

Mo Zhiyu was now mummified by bandages, and he couldn't move, so he only raised his eyelids.

The man in the brown robe didn't say anything when he came in, but after taking a look at Mo Zhiyu, he turned around and walked to a nanmu chair in the stone room and sat down. Immediately beside him, a subordinate served him tea, and then two other subordinates walked up to Mo Zhiyu and stood him up, facing the man in the brown robe.

The man in the brown robe took a sip of tea lightly, then looked up at Mo Zhiyu, and said flatly: "Since the establishment of my Qinjiabao, you are the first person to win twenty games in a row. ”

Mo Zhiyu raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding what this person meant. Is this man praising him? Is winning 20 games in a row great? And then what?

Mo Zhiyu didn't speak, and the man in the brown robe only thought that he was too seriously injured, especially if he hurt his head, and it didn't matter, so he continued to say to himself: "My ancestor of the Qin family once left a message, if a slave can win twenty life-and-death duels in a row, it means that God wants this person to achieve something great, that is, a hero, he is no longer a slave, and he can be free."

Although you are just a hairy boy sold by the Yuan family from Hokuriku, since you have done this, then according to the words of the ancestors, I will give you a free identity again. ”

Mo Zhiyu understood when he heard this, the ending of the life-and-death duel before Yuetong was directly to let Yuetong regain his freedom, no wonder Yuetong fought so hard. But because Yuetong fought too hard, she was too seriously injured, and she almost confessed here.

"It's just that after that day, you have been unconscious, and my people think you can't survive, so they didn't report it. Today, it's time to make up the formalities. The man in the brown robe gestured to the others with his eyes, and immediately one of his subordinates walked towards the ink with a crude inferior cloth.

This subordinate opened the cloth, and Mo Zhiyu saw that it was full of dense words, although the shape of these words was somewhat different from the words two thousand years later, but Mo Zhiyu could still roughly recognize it, this seemed to be the deed of sale of the moon pupil, and there was a bright red thumb print of the moon pupil on it.

This subordinate took out the fire fold from his bosom in front of Mo Zhiyu, and the fire fold shook in the air, shaking out the spark, and this subordinate blew at the spark again, blowing the flame, and then he aimed the cloth at the flame, and in an instant the cloth burned fiercely.

Mo Zhiyu watched as the cloth turned to ashes in the flames, and then the ashes fell at his feet.

"The contract has been broken, and you have nothing to do with this place anymore, are you happy?" The man in the brown robe said this faintly, and then he saw that Mo Zhiyu was still looking at him with a blank expression, and he felt that this kid was probably stupid in his brain, so he was not interested, and got up and left directly.

He was accompanied by a large number of remaining men, who had taken with them the various elaborate displays in the stone chamber, including the nanmu chair on which the brown-robed man had sit.

In the end, the two subordinates who had been holding Mo Zhiyu put Mo Zhiyu back on the stone platform, and then one of them said very indifferently: "The lord of the castle is merciful, and you are allowed to rest here for three days, after which you can leave here and regain your freedom." ”

(End of chapter)