Coincidentally, there was a vassal clan in Monument City.
They belonged to the outer court of the Zhu Clan. Seeing that there were no good inns in Monument City, Zhu Minglang asked the vassal clan to arrange a house for them.
The entire Monument City was filled with evil spirits.
In the past, Monument City was just a small market. Later, it became a big city because it specialized in selling slaves from all over the Polar Court Continent.
There were slave trading cities like this in every one or two countries in the Polar Court Continent. The price of slaves was not low. Those who were powerful were usually bought by the big clans to be their slaves or rivals.
"Ling Tu, come here. I have something to ask you," Zhu Minglang said.
"Master, what are your orders?" Ling Tu hurriedly walked over and knelt on the ground.
It seemed that the Ling Clan had been reprimanded by the slave masters and had forgotten that they were once the Ling Clan's young masters.
"Get up and speak properly. Let me ask you, have you seen a group of slaves being dragged out of the city and killed? Usually, they are tortured by gouging out their eyes," Zhu Minglang said.
Ling Tu hesitated and looked at Nan Yu Suo. When Nan Yu Suo nodded, he dared to stand up slowly.
"Master, three days ago, a group of slaves escaped towards the east. Later, I heard that they were caught and killed on the spot. As for whether or not their eyes were gouged out, I don't know …" Ling Tu answered honestly.
"Those slaves, who did they belong to?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"I think they were from the Wolf Fang Battalion. But those slaves, even if they did not escape, they would have died anyway," Ling Tu said.
"Why?" Zhu Minglang did not understand.
"Master, go to the back of the monument and you will know," Ling Tu said softly.
…
The backlash from Li Xing Painting had not disappeared.
Zhu Minglang naturally had to find traces of the Eyeless Cult.
From the looks of it, it was probably a group of slaves that had escaped and were caught near the hill. Hence, they were directly slaughtered by the people of the Eyeless Cult as a sacrifice.
As for what Ling Tu said, these slaves could not have survived. This made Zhu Minglang suspicious.
Although it was late at night, Zhu Minglang still left the residence and walked in the direction that Ling Tu had mentioned.
Sure enough, Nan Yu Suo followed them. She asked about the previous situation. Zhu Minglang glanced at his sister-in-law and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He had clearly come to the hill with her, but in the end, he still had to tell her all over again. Couldn't he wait until this matter was settled before changing the person?
When they arrived at the back of the monument, Zhu Minglang discovered that there were many people guarding this place. It was clearly a private territory and a place where unauthorized people could not enter. Zhu Minglang and Nan Yu Suo had to sneak in.
Under the illumination of the torches, they could see the slave masters who sold slaves during the day going in and out of the place. They brought a group of slaves who did not look very healthy inside, and then walked out by themselves.
"They seem to be slaves that weren't sold during the day," Nan Yu Suo said in a low voice.
Zhu Minglang nodded. Hence, he planned to go deeper and see how the slaves that weren't sold during the day were dealt with.
However, very quickly, an extremely strong stench of blood rushed over. Almost at the instant Zhu Minglang flipped over a high rock wall …
As for Nan Yu Suo, when she jumped over the wall and saw the scene behind the monument, her entire face turned pale. She covered her mouth and nose and almost vomited!
Zhu Minglang was also stunned. His face was filled with shock and fear.
Behind the stone wall, there was a huge monument. Below the monument was a furnace pool that was as large as a plaza. The slaves that weren't sold during the day were all thrown into the furnace pool …
The shackles on their bodies were not released. The furnace pool was filled with thick blood. The slaves' eyes were dug out and then they were pushed into the furnace pool alive to drown!
This furnace pool had existed for an unknown period of time. The stone monument that stood in the middle of the furnace pool was even dyed a blood-red color. As for the surrounding stone walls that had been dried and repainted with blood, the grayish-red, tea-red, and dirty red color made one shudder!
The aura of death, grievance, and bloodlust nearly formed a demonic cloud that enveloped the sky above the monument city!
Nan Yu Suo no longer dared to open her eyes to take a look.
Zhu Minglang stared at the furnace pool that was ten times larger than the sacrificial altar on the hill. It was as terrifying as hell. His soul felt like it was about to dissipate!
Was this the true scene that Li Xing had seen in the painting!?
Was this really the human world?
The blood pool was almost full.
Zhu Minglang looked at the blood-red pool and quickly noticed something swimming in it!
Some of the slaves who didn't drown immediately tried to break free, but before they could touch the walls of the furnace, they seemed to be dragged by something. Following that, their entire bodies sank into the pool of blood, causing waves of blood to surge!
It was a Blood Leech!
The Blood Leeches in the furnace pool were much thicker, bigger, and fiercer than the wild ones on the hill.
They could even pounce and bite a living person!
Zhu Minglang was even more appalled.
Zhu Minglang had originally thought that the Blood Leeches had coincidentally appeared at the sacrificial altar and made use of the Infernal Qi to form a dragon. But what Zhu Minglang did not expect was that there were people who were rearing such things and using the slave pool in Monument City as a breeding ground for Evil Dragons!
"There's a Leech Dragon in there!" Zhu Minglang whispered to Nan Lingsha.
"I can't hold on any longer." If Nan Yu Suo knew that she would see this scene, she wouldn't have followed. She even wanted to faint and let Nan Lingsha take over.
Zhu Minglang saw that Nan Yu Suo was about to vomit. He also saw a group of people in black robes patrolling the area. He immediately supported Nan Lingsha and jumped over the stone wall.
…
For some reason, the bloodlust, blood, and stench were blocked by the stone wall. Not a single trace of it floated into Monument City.
Monument City was the same as usual. Other than many places being a little messy and bloodstained, not many people realized that there was such a terrifying scene behind the monument.
Zhu Minglang returned to the manor and found the manager of the vassal clan.
"Young Master Zhu, feel free to instruct us if you need anything. The outer court has already instructed us to listen to Young Master's arrangements," said Young Master Shou Bin.
"How does Monument City deal with the slaves that can't be sold in the slave market?" asked Zhu Minglang.
"This … Young Master, did you see something?" Shou Bin was a little hesitant.
"You know the rules of the Zhu Clan."
"Young Master, although our Shou Clan does business in Monument City, we are definitely not involved in the slave trade!" Shou Bin was shocked and hurriedly said.
"Then answer my question."
"All along, the slave camps in Monument City have been killing the slaves that they can't sell. In order to not dirty Monument City, there are people in black robes who specially take away the unwanted slaves from the slave owners at night and kill them behind the monument. As for how the corpses are dealt with, we don't know either," said Shou Bin.
"Why do they have to be killed??" Wen Mengru questioned in confusion.
"Young Miss, slaves also need to eat and drink. They can also fall sick. They also need a place to settle down. Since they can't be sold, they don't want to waste a drop of water or a mouthful of food on these people. Furthermore, transporting them would incur expenses, so it's better to just kill them," said Shou Bin.
Ling Tu stood at the side. His face was even more lifeless and wooden.
Although they were still servants in the end, servants were much luckier than slaves.
In fact, along the way, Ling Tu had seen too many inhumane scenes.
Among the slaves, as long as someone accidentally sprained his leg and couldn't walk, the people in the slave camp would directly cut off his head and casually throw it by the side of the road …
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