Whether it is Chun Qimeng or Tu Jiaojiao, they all feel that this world is developing towards a weird, mysterious, and even terrifying situation.

Some of the dead were resurrected.

Although the resurrected dead do not become stronger, nor are they as difficult to kill as ghosts, they undoubtedly add a lot of gloomy atmosphere to this world, and sometimes suddenly, people can't tell whether they are in hell or in the sun.

"Maybe it's just a trick played by the new Shenhou," Tu Jiaojiao guessed, "After all, there are no shortage of people in the rivers and lakes who are proficient in disguise art, such as the deceased Shaolin traitor Zong Ze, and his seven great disciples, Qi Miaoren, who are the masters of this art, it is said that as long as their master and apprentice change their disguises, even the closest people around you will find it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake!"

"It is undeniable that there is indeed the kind of situation that the girl said," Chunqi dreamed, "but it is not simple to disguise a person to the extent that he has both form and spirit, it requires the disguiser to imitate the disguised person after a long time of investigation and research, and the disguiser also needs to have extremely high wisdom and the ability to adapt to changes in order to bring the disguise technique to the pinnacle of wonder." ”

"But in my opinion, the resurrected Hua Zizi and the others are not like they have been disguised, and it is very simple to verify this result, sister, you see," After saying this, Chun Qimeng took out a very small dagger from his arms.

......

The result is indeed as Chun Qimeng said, there is no trace of disfigurement on Hua Zizi's face, which shows that Hua Zizai and these people are likely to really come back from the dead.

Who is it that has such magical powers? Can resurrect the dead, And why did he resurrect them, but let them die again? Neither Chun Qimeng nor Tu Jiaojiao could explain this.

No matter who lives or dies, as long as they are alive, they must continue to complete their mission.

......

When Su Jian woke up, his first feeling was the pain in his heart.

It was as if countless steel needles were piercing his heart, and as if there were thousands of poisonous snakes gnawing at his bones.

His eyelids were too groggy to open, but the desire to survive forced him to open his eyes with all his might.

He wanted to move his limbs, but was surprised to find that he had been tied up with a very thick rope and had been hit with heavy hands.

Although the points could not really subdue him, the ulcerated, foul-smelling wounds and the heavy ropes on his body all restricted his behavior, making it impossible for him to fight, let alone escape.

Only when his eyes gradually adjusted to the light around him did Su Jian see clearly: he was in a cold and gloomy secret room.

It's more like a hell's cell than a secret room.

Because the most cruel prison in the world may not have so many and such complete torture tools.

All kinds of torture instruments were orderly filled Nuoda's cell, and Su Jian was a little dizzy when he saw it.

Then he saw three people standing not far in front of him.

- One woman and two men.

One of them, Su Jian, a middle-aged man who was born tall and powerful, knew that this person was Qi Wei, the new hall master of Wanjian Hall after Bai Xiangting.

The other two young men and women, Su Jian didn't recognize them.

The young man who was born with a face like a crown of jade, with a gloomy expression, wore a precious purple robe, wearing a purple crown, and the purple crown was dotted with a crystal shining pearl, the pearl alone was already worth a fortune, not to mention that the precious purple robe was also decorated with many luxurious ornaments, each of which was worth a lot of money.

Beside the purple-robed young man, there stood a girl in a purple dress.

This girl looks like a lilac, but Su Jian knows that it is not, because this girl is younger and taller than lilac, judging from her delicate beauty in the prosperous world, this girl should not be more than sixteen years old!

Although it lacks the mature charm of lilacs, it has a more beautiful and precious innocence.

Su Jian didn't recognize the young man and woman.

But judging from the resentful and hateful eyes of the purple-robed young man, and his situation, this pair of young men and women naturally could not be his friends.

Seeing him open his eyes, Qi Wei spoke first.

"Su Shaoxia, I'm really sorry, I didn't have much hatred for you, although the master of the Baixiang Pavilion was forced away by you, and he didn't have any prejudices against you, after all, the sins he had created in the last half of his life would have to be repaid sooner or later, but ......"

"But these two have a deep hatred with me that can't be resolved, right?" Su Jian said calmly, "It's a pity that I don't recognize these two. “

"You miscellaneous brute, don't you know what evil you have done? Tell you, the young master is Murong Mingzhu, the third young master of the Murong family, tell me where you have taken all the female dependents of our Murong family into captivity? What are they doing when they are taken captive? Are they still safe now? If there is one less cold hair, the young master will cut you with a thousand knives today!" The purple-robed young man Murong Mingzhu scolded angrily as he pulled out a wolf tooth whip from the torture rack and struck Su Jian viciously!

Smack!

Those long whips all had wolf fangs barbed on them, and each whip could tear away the flesh and skin of the person, and even the flesh of the belt was bloody one by one.

Su Jian's wound had already festered and festered because he had not been treated in time, and what made matters worse was that Murong Mingzhu also coated his wound with a thick layer of coarse salt, the kind of severe pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, if it weren't for Su Jian's frequent beating from his mother's vicious leather whip, it would have been impossible to wake up so quickly.

But no matter how hard a person's nerves are, they are not ironclad after all.

When Murong Mingzhu whipped down the third whip, Su Jian passed out for the second time.

The ordeal has only just begun.

A basin of frozen cold water poured on the top of Su Jian's head, and was strongly stimulated by the ice water, Su Jian Lingling shivered and opened his eyes instinctively.

Sometimes coma is the best protection for a person, because the waking world is extremely cruel, like an abyss of pain.

"Brute, bastard, do you say it? Where are those female dependents of our Murong family hidden by you? If you don't say it, the little master won't mind beating you to death today!" Murong Mingzhu threw down the wolf tooth whip and took a red-hot soldering iron from the side, his eyes spewed vicious and hideous flames, as if he was possessed by a demon, and stretched the soldering iron to Su Jian's chest.

Qi Wei has been silent on the side, Wanjian Hall was once brilliant, but after all, it was yesterday's yellow flower.

Since Bai Wanjian and Bai Xiangting died tragically one after another, where does Wanjiantang still have the capital to compete with the major forces in the rivers and lakes?

What's more, it's still Jiangnan Murong, a super martial arts family?