The moan came in the silent dark night, making people feel creepy, and they heard it all over Xu Ke. Xu Ke sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, silently recited the formula in his heart, lowered his breath from the tailbone, climbed to Baihui, climbed to Niwan, passed Chengquan, Qifu, Danzhong, and finally returned to the Qihai of Dantian. After moving the small Zhoutian, Xu Ke suddenly felt clear and his eyes were refreshed, and his whole body was extremely comfortable. Just now, his mind was trapped in the nightmare and all the discomforts he had been discomfort...

"Oh...y..." Another moaning sound came, but this time Xu Ke could hear it clearly. It was neither sobbing from the lonely soul nor howling from the wild ghost, but just a human voice, nor a person. The voice was obviously from the mouths of different people. It was heard in waves, implying the extreme struggle and pain of the person who called the yell, which sounded unbearable...

Xu Ke got up and took the sword, pushed the door out. At this time, there were only a few lonely stars in the sky, and even the waning moon had disappeared without a trace. From time to time, a few nightingale's chirping came gently, making this huge manor look gloomy and ghostly...

"Ah...y..." Another sad and unpleasant moan and scream came. Xu Ke raised his eyes and searched with the dim light of a suffocating wind lamp from afar...

The sound of moaning and pain came from the side room where Xu Ke lived. Xu Ke walked back gently, and after walking around the three bungalows in a row, he suddenly stopped. The sound of shouting came from a room in front of him.

The door was locked, and Xu Ke pulled out the Kunwu sword, and with a light wave, he cut off the lock ring. He pushed open the door and saw that it was dark inside, so he had to take out the fire snatch he carried with him and ignited it. Suddenly, all the terrifying scenes in the room were revealed in front of Xu Ke...

Xu Ke didn't see him, and when he saw him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He saw more than ten ropes hanging down from the beam in the middle of the house. The ends of the ropes were tied with people, men, women, young and old, all kinds of them. Some tied their hands and hung them under the beam, while others tied their feet and hung them upside down. The person who was hanging had their feet and toes cut open blood by a knife, while the person who was hanging upside down was cut open by a knife. There was a large jar on the ground at the lower end of each person, and the blood hanging from their hands and feet was falling dripping into the jar.

When Xu Ke saw a candlestick beside him, he lit the candles on it. At this time, the scene in the room was even more obvious. In addition to more than ten people tied and hung on the beams, dozens of "corpses" were lying in the edges of the house... If someone suddenly came here, he would be shocked and suspicious. Is this place a hell on earth?!

After looking closely, Xu Ke felt that these dozens of "corpses" were moving their hands and feet, sometimes turning over, but they were all living people who were asleep. But if they insisted on saying that they were living people, they would not be like it. They saw that all of them were pale and thin as a wood-like body. Several of them had deep eyes, and they were covered with thin skin besides the skeleton of their hands and feet, and their bodies were as thin as a skeleton...

At this time, the more than ten people who were hanging on the beam of the house were moaning in pain. Xu Ke couldn't bear it, so he put down the candlestick, swung his sword and broke the rope, and gently placed more than ten people on the ground. Once these people were placed flat on the ground, the bleeding from their hands and feet stopped. Several people's toes were stabbed deeper, and the bleeding continued to stop. Xu Ke pointed out his acupoints to help them stop the bleeding.

Xu Ke asked: "Where are you from? Why are you locked up here? Why are you hung on the beam of the house and bleeding constantly?..."

Among these people, most of them are old men and women, two of them are 16 or 17 years old, and they are all blue-faced and thin. When they saw Xu Ke coming to rescue him late at night, they all showed gratitude and joy. When they heard Xu Ke ask, each of them pointed at their mouths, "Ah Woo" and kept saying "Ah Woo", which means that they are a mute and can no longer speak...

Xu Ke was shocked and wondered where did so many mutes come from? His eyes swept over and saw that the dozens of people lying in the middle of the room were put down by himself, but their hands and feet were still panting and moaning... Then he looked at the dozens of people lying on the ground next to him, but they were still sleeping. I don’t know if they were medicine or because they lost too much blood. Xu Ke looked closer and looked at the blood stored in the jar, but it still did not condense. It was obvious that the blood-activated object was put in advance.

When Xu Ke was just wandering around, he suddenly heard a voice from his right: "Thank you... the donor rescues... the poor... the monk Yuanren..."

Xu Ke hurriedly walked up to help the speaker up, and saw that he was over thirty years old, wearing a monk's robe and had no head on his head, but he was a monk.

Xu Ke hurriedly asked, "You... can you speak?"

The monk put his hands together in front of his chest and clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!... Yuanren, thank you for the donor's rescue... The donor is really a living Bodhisattva..." After saying these words, he was already pale and panting, because the monk was also hung on the beam of the house and released a lot of blood from his toes. He lost a lot of blood at this time. After saying a few words, he suddenly felt a little breathless...

Xu Ke gently patted Yuanren's back and said, "Master, don't worry, take a break first, it's not too late to tell the story of the relationship here..."

At this time, Xu Ke only had to gently press his palm against the monk's back and slightly infused some true energy to him. The monk could recover his true energy and speak freely. Unfortunately, at this time, no one was instructed. Xu Ke had a magical power, but he did not know the way to heal the wound at all, so he had to sit and wait...

"I came today with a 'fat chicken', and you dare not accept it! You old guy don't want to live anymore, right?" A rough and arrogant man suddenly came from the distance:

"If I hadn't seen your cleverness, I would have let you go and sold you to the market. I'll spare you a life until now. I didn't expect that you are so brave that you can't rebel?!"

"Master of the Manor... You have wronged me... I've left a bad life with the manor, and I'm not too late to be grateful. I dare not disobey the manor's order..." Xu Ke recognized the voice, which was the old man who opened the door for him.

"You still dare to be stubborn! Where did the yellow horse at the door come from?! How can ordinary people have such a good horse? Tell me quickly! Where did you put that 'fat chicken'?..." The rough voice said again.

Xu Ke was thinking about the corresponding method secretly, but when he heard the rough man say "huh" and ran towards him... The man's martial arts skills are not weak. In just a moment, Xu Ke only heard the sound of footsteps "scrolling". In a blink of an eye, a big man like a black tower had arrived at the door. Xu Ke hurriedly stood up and held his sword in his hand, focusing on his vigilance...

"Okay! Okay, Zhu Laoguai, you actually hid such a 'fat chicken' here!... Tsk tsk tsk! What a fat and tender 'little white chicken'!..." The man like a black tower walked in slowly and looked at Xu Ke up and down. He looked at Xu Ke's eyes, as if the handsome young man standing in front of him was not alone at all, but a dish, and a dish with extremely delicious taste...

Xu Ke saw that man, about forty years old, was eight feet tall, with wide arms and round waists. On his big black face, his flaws were protruding like a hedgehog. Looking at this dark night, he seemed like a black-faced ghost, his face full of fierceness...

"Who are you? Why do you kill the lives of so many people here? The methods are so cruel?!" Xu Ke asked angrily.

"These are not humans, they are just a group of chickens I have raised in captivity, but they are all old chickens, small chickens, sick chickens... Unexpectedly, a fat chicken came to my door today!" As soon as the black-faced man finished speaking, he suddenly bullied himself in, his hands grew long, his five fingers formed claws with his right hand, and his fist clenched straight with his left hand, and he used a move to "the hungry tiger out of the cage" and rushed towards Xu Ke...

Seeing that the big man had already reached his claws while he spoke, Xu Ke quickly shrank his waist and barely avoided him. He heard the black-faced big man "huh" again, and he kept trying to stop. He grabbed the black tiger with his backhand and attacked Xu Ke in his chest...

Xu Ke has only been practicing internal skills for more than two months, and has never even learned a palm technique. Seeing that his opponent is so fierce, he has no time to think about it. He hurriedly drew his sword and swung it out, shouting "Shui Duan Shi", which was exactly the sword technique taught by Yu Lu Weng, "Yi Qi Hunyuan Sword"...

This "Yi Qi Hunyuan Sword" is Yu Lu Weng's unique skill. The sword is divided into five forces. This "water cutoff force" is fast, as fast as thunder and lightning. Wherever the true power goes, even the endless stream of water can be broken into two pieces...

A white light flashed, and no one could see clearly. The black-faced man felt his arms empty, and his body had lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground. Then everyone saw that the black-faced man's arms also fell to the ground from the air.

A sword is a good sword, and a move is a good move. Xu Ke just waved his sword and drew a sword circle in the air. Not only did he cut off the two arms of the black-faced man, but wherever the sword energy went, he also broke the big man's knees. The black-faced man shouted bitterly, and the blood flowed between his legs and arms, and a lot of blood was splashing into the big jar next to him...

This time, the change was so fast that no one in the room did not expect that even Xu Ke himself was stunned. He thought to himself how this sword technique was so domineering. He took it out casually, and his true energy came continuously. Without thinking, he cut off the black-faced man like an iron tower in a moment...

"The Kunwu Sword is really a magical sword!" Xu Ke couldn't help but say in his heart.

At this time, the sleeping man was still sleeping, but the people who fell to the ground and moaned no longer moaned. They all looked at the black-faced man in a state of pain and struggled... Only the monk Yuanren closed his eyes and closed his hands to pray, and only heard his lips moving, muttering something, as if he was doing it for the black-faced man.

The black-faced man fell to the ground and struggled for a while, but finally died of excessive blood loss. When he died, his eyes widened, and his eyes were like dead fish. Perhaps he could not believe in his heart when he was dying: after eating so many "chicken", he finally died in the hands of a "fat chicken"...

A white old man slowly walked in outside. Seeing that the black-faced man had fallen to the ground and died, he couldn't help but feel relieved. His face was sad and happy, and he heard him say with hatred:

"Oh, you evil thief! God has eyes, evil will be rewarded! You have today too!"

Xu Ke returned to the sword and asked, "Old man, what's going on? Who is this person?..."
Chapter completed!