Although they are all imprisoned and have no freedom until the formal "baptism", voluntary treatment is certainly better than involuntary treatment. The men who pretend to be Wanwan are the ones who are voluntary, and she is still quite good at picking.

On the way forward, of course, Mo Zhiyu couldn't help but look left and right, looking at the terrain, and the person next to him suddenly found out, and immediately roared: "What are you looking at?!" ”

Mo Zhiyu replied conditionally: "Nothing. ”

Then he looked at the fierce man and laughed, laughing even more fiercely: "Hahaha, haven't you been here?" Here, it's our first secret base in the south of Shangyun Kingdom! Cow bar! ”

Mo Zhi smiled reluctantly, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Cow! That's awesome! ”

Then the big man slammed and fell to the ground without warning, and Mo Zhiyu saw Wanwan separated from the group of strong men, and he immediately guarded the surroundings, fortunately this is a turning corner, and it is not easy to be discovered.

When he turned his head again, the big man had already stood up from the ground, but Mo Zhiyu recognized that this person was Wanwan, and he had already hidden the body of the person just now. As for what to do with the young man, there are only two of them who escort the strong man, and who knows if there is one less?

However, Mo Zhiyu looked at Wanwan's calm and relaxed appearance, and he looked like a veteran, and it was not the first time he had done this kind of thing.

The Hongtian Sect's Han form looked at Mo Zhiyu, and said in a rough and soft voice: "Let's go, what else to see?" He raised an eyebrow as he spoke. Mo Zhiyu suddenly felt a tumult in his stomach, he hurriedly turned his head, waved his hand, and sent a voice to her "saying": "We talk normally." ”

Then a more supple voice came into the ears: "Aren't people normal enough?" ”

Mo Zhiyu almost couldn't stand it anymore, he couldn't help but shudder when he saw the strong men in front of him, and Mo Zhiyu immediately said, "Speak normally like a man!" ”

Wanwan smiled, after all, she was a professional actor, and immediately became normal, and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

Mo Zhiyu felt comfortable now, and pushed the strong men in front of him to let them continue to move forward.

Escorting these strong men to the detention room, Wanwan tilted her head towards Mo Zhiyu and motioned for him to go with him. So the two men left the cell, locked the door, and walked down the corridor.

Mo Zhiyu sent a voice to Wanwan and asked her, "Do you know how to go?" ”

"Learn from you, dig something practical out of this guy's brain." Wanwan passed the voice to him, and pointed to his head at the same time.

Mo Zhiyu's eyebrows jumped, and he understood that Wanwan could also steal other people's memories, but it shouldn't be a "search for the gods" that directly made people go crazy or die, otherwise Luo Bingqian would not have been able to come back safe and sound when he was in Tianjian Mountain. There are more and more mysteries in this person's body.

There are detention cells in a row here, and Wanwan greets the people here along the way, as if she is really this big man. Soon, they came to a stone staircase that went up.

"You follow in my footsteps, they have hidden mechanisms here, and one wrong step will reveal your identity." Wanwan sent a message to Mo Zhiyu, and then she stepped on the steps first.

Mo Zhiyu spotted where she was stepping on and followed closely. In fact, he also felt that there was a dense Yuan Force here, and if he opened the Divine Eye, he would definitely know what kind of magic circle this place was. Although he knew that Wanwan should have known his identity as a god descendant a long time ago, he always felt that if he could show less things, he would show less.

From here, the revolving stone staircase goes up to another level. There were also rows of houses here, but as soon as they arrived, Mo Zhiyu clearly heard a scream.

"What is this? Like killing a pig? "The ink delusion sent a message to Wanwan. Wanwan didn't reply, she walked directly to a door, pointed to the iron window on the door, and motioned to Mo Zhiyu to look at it herself.

Mo Zhiyu looked in through the iron window, and then he saw a row of people tied to a stake inside. They were all strong men, bound firmly in chains. Some of these people were full of joy, some were full of doubt, some were angry, and many more were full of horror. But they were all wearing iron masks and could only make whining sounds.

Then a Hongtian Sect member walked in front of the first person with a small porcelain bottle, and another Hongtian Sect member standing next to this person took off this person's mask, and then rudely opened his mouth, and the Hongtian Sect person of the porcelain bottle poured out a pill from the porcelain bottle and gave it to the person. Then the two Hongtian Sect members retreated at the same time, silently looking at the people taking the medicine.

The person taking the medicine was normal at first, but suddenly, his face showed pain and he let out a terrible howl. His body began to swell, but it was the veins around him that swelled most violently. These blood vessels, whether arteries, veins, or capillaries, were much thicker than before, almost as if they were about to burst.

The veins tangled in his body, and the blood surged in the veins, tangled like countless hideous snakes, covering him completely. This picture was very terrifying, which frightened the rest of the group, only the two Hongtian Sect members did not change their faces, and they seemed to have long been accustomed to it.

Mo Zhiyu knew that this was the pain of blood bonus, he had experienced such pain twice, the pain of hovering on the verge of death, even he didn't want to bear it anymore, let alone these ordinary people!

"The bloodline of the gods is very powerful, even if it is a descendant of the gods, there is a limit to the bloodline that can withstand it." A wanwan's voice came into his mind, "The Hongtian Sect uses this elixir to create fake divine descendants in large quantities, of course, it needs to be filled with human lives. There are only about one-tenths of those who can withstand the blood of the gods and survive, but the ones who can maintain their own independent thoughts after surviving are only one-tenth of these tenths. ”

At this moment, a series of banging sounds suddenly exploded in the room, and the blood vessels of the person taking the medicine exploded, blowing him up in black blood, and his body corroded into the black blood. So this person didn't survive, it was a failure, and the two people of the Hongtian Sect immediately started the test of the second person.

Mo Zhiyu withdrew his gaze, looked at Wanwan, and said, "Therefore, the Hongtian Sect has never spared the tactics of crowds, because there are many dead soldiers. ”

Wanwan nodded slightly, and continued to move forward with Mo Zhiyu, going up a spiral staircase again, to a new place. The people here are carrying large and small boxes, which are supposed to be transporting goods. But Mo Zhiyu heard a sound from inside, is it a person?

"Don't look at it." The Wanwan who led the way did not squint, and transmitted a voice to Mo Zhiyu, "It's a god." —The Source of God's Blood, Chapter 1

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