Chapter 39

The footsteps came again and Yan Feili recognized that one of them was Wujie. Although he was a general of the Dian people, his martial arts did not seem to be very high. Meanwhile, the man in black walked silently, quite a bit of skill.

Yan Feili lay on the bed and did not move.

Wujie and the man in black came in one after another. Seeing Yan Feili in a daze, Wujie sneered, “General Yan can’t stand the second Mituoxian so soon?”

He opened the lid of the teapot on the table, saw that there was still water in it, and raised his hand to splash all of the water onto Yan Feili’s face.

Yan Feili was startled and his expression swayed slightly as if he was a little sober.

Wujie raised his hand and the man in black came and dragged Yan Feili out the door.

Five points in this weakness were false, but five points were true.

Although the second Mituoxian was vomited on the rag by him, some of the medicine melted in the mouth, and nearly half of the medicine was absorbed. Moreover, the second pill was more sensitive and quicker than the first pill, and the feeling of vain and psychedelic came up again.

Beyond the iron gate was a dark corridor. It was deep and wet, and the walls were so cold that it was too dark to see the road ahead. Wujie and the man in black led him to turn left and right, gradually moving away from the dungeon. Yan Feili was more and more frightened! Such a long, narrow, and dark dungeon cannot be seen overnight.

There were very few people in Huacheng who had this power and needed to build this kind of dungeon. Most of the wealthy families usually prepare a few small dungeons in secret places, but the owner of a large-scale underground tunnel and the whole prison was by no means an ordinary person.

Recalling the war between Tianmen and the Dian people, the Yue Kingdom did not participate. Thus the flood of natural disasters caused unknown speculation to emerge from the renunciation.

Soon, they entered a spacious dungeon with a few candle lights lit, reflecting the bright light of the room. Yan Feili was stunned by the candlelight for a while because he had not yet adapted from the darkness. Yan Feili opened his eyes and shook his body, feeling that the power of Mituoxian seemed to be stronger than imagined.

On the cross iron frame deep into the wall, the white figure was particularly clear. The hands and feet were tightly bound by chains, the white clothes were stained with large bloodstains, and there were lashing scars everywhere. In some places, the skin was turned up and it was shocking.

But compared with the nüè traces on the body, the eyes of the tied-up are drooping, and the handsome face is exceptionally indifferent. In a long awkward situation, that man’s natural king aura is still unabated as if he was sitting in the upper position of his own home where he gave orders and a hundred responses.

“Sect Master…” Yan Feili’s voice was weak as if asking with a little hesitation.

The white-clothed man raised his head, with a glimmer of unnoticeable joy in his eyes, “Feili, you are here.”

The tone was as cold and calm as he had heard when he went to Shenmeiyuan to ask Anshi for hundreds of thousands of days.

Yan Feili stood for a while. Then he broke free from the man in black’s arm and staggered forward.

“Sect Master! Sect Master!” Yan Feili felt that now he was going crazy without the medicinal control of Mi Tuo Xian.

He pulled on the chains desperately, trying to pull them out of the wall.

Wujie looked at this scene and couldn’t help laughing as he listened to the sound of the iron chain hitting.

“Feili, what’s the matter with you?” Beitang Ao shouted.

Yan Feili turned a deaf ear, his eyes were red and confused, but desperately pulled on the chain, trying to save the master in vain.

“What did you do to him!?” Beitang Ao sneered at Wujie. The sharp gaze seemed real and made Wujie shut up who was frightened by Beitang Ao’s aura. But for some reason, there was a glimmer of excitement in Wujie’s heart under such a gaze.

“What did I do? The Northern Sect Master should feel honored. I used the best elixir of our Dian people to entertain your general!”

Beitang Ao was taken aback and looked at Yan Feili’s confused eyes and his tears came.