In the wild border city, the air was fresh, mixed with the fragrance of the grass.
But in Stele City, there was always a pungent smell.
It should be the smell of the slaughterhouse market, but no one sold that here.
The people who had the right to sell slaves in Extreme Court were called mercenaries. They were like vultures, always hovering near the war, waiting for the end of the war to share the profits.
At night, another batch of unsold slaves were sent to the back of the monolith wall one after another.
Behind a strong earth dragon, there was a long chain.
The chain passed through a group of slaves whose necks were tied by thick ropes. These slaves didn't have much strength, and it was difficult for them to walk, but the earth dragon in front of them was dragging and pulling them forward.
"Old He, these slaves look quite strong. Aren't we going to sell them to quarries or mines? They can be sold for at least a hundred gold each. Why are we taking them here?" a soldier who was patrolling nearby asked in confusion.
"They must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck. They are infected with a disease that will attract poisonous insects. Moreover, their skin is festering every day. Living is a kind of torture. We might as well give them a quick death." The mercenary slave trader called Old He said.
"That's a pity. Look at that kid. He is young and handsome," said the soldier, pointing at a young man at the back of the group.
The young man's face was smeared black. His clothes were ragged, and his hair was messy. But if he tidied up a little, he would be a handsome young man. The soldier felt it was a pity. If he wasn't infected, he would have been bought by some rich old woman.
"We can't help it. This kind of disease that attracts poisonous insects can't be cured," said the man named Old He.
The young man was none other than Zhu Minglang, who had disguised himself.
He pretended to be a slave and blended in openly.
As for this crudely made rope, it was unable to bind Zhu Minglang at all.
…
Zhu Minglang was led to the stele wall, and he observed carefully.
He saw a group of people in black robes come over. They untied the long chain from the earth dragon and led the slaves inside like cattle.
Although the leader of the group was wearing a hood, his eyes were covered with a piece of red cloth.
Black robes, blindfolded eyes, and a strange eye mark was drawn on his chin. It looked as if it had been painted with fresh blood!
Although this thing had the appearance of a human and was blind, it still exuded a sinister aura!
"Eyeless Cult?" Zhu Minglang stared at the man for a while.
It seemed that Senior Brother Wu Feng was right. This was most likely the work of the Eyeless Cult.
For a long time, this sect gave people a false impression of having no desires or desires. After it grew stronger, it gradually revealed its true nature!
Perhaps it was because they often used slaves as sacrifices, and that was why they hadn't been destroyed by the people of Extreme Court.
But how could such a malignant tumor be allowed to continue expanding?
"Soon, your pain will disappear," said the Eyeless Cult disciple.
The slaves were very numb. They had been tortured by the poison to the point of unbearable pain. To them, death was indeed a kind of relief.
However, when they were pushed to the execution platform one by one and saw the hellish scene in the furnace pool, all the slaves screamed in fear.
They tried to break free from the ropes and escape, but they were all pulled back by the black-robed people.
The scariest thing was that there was a thick layer of blood on the execution platform. The eyeballs were scattered everywhere like gravel and stones. The black-robed people even stepped on them …
"Don't worry. You will also enjoy this special honor," said the blindfolded man with a smile.
"Sir, shall we help you?" asked a young man in a black robe.
"No need. I like to do this kind of thing myself. In the past, I was a clumsy pedicurist. I accidentally made a noble's toe bleed a little. Then, his men dug out my eyes. At first, I was clumsy when I dug out people's eyes. Those people always screamed in pain. Slowly, I became more skillful. When the eyeballs were on my knife, it took a few seconds for the person to feel the pain … "The blindfolded man in a black robe laughed like a crow and chattered non-stop.
Zhu Minglang was among the slaves, watching this psychopath …
The slaves were screaming for their parents. They thought they could die straight away. They had no hope of living. Who knew they would have to endure such pain and torture before they died?
"Can't you dig them out after they're dead?" Zhu Minglang couldn't help but ask.
Even if there was such a perverted ritual, it was better to wait for people to die and then dig them out.
"Of course not. If you dig your eyes out after you're dead, how can you understand the true meaning of the Eyeless Cult? Without your eyes, you can't see fear. Without fear, you have nothing to fear. Without worry, your heart can see the true God, "said the Eyeless Cult disciple.
"But you had your eyes dug out because your skills weren't good enough. You were forced to dig them out. It's not like you were willing to serve the Eyeless God. As for the rest of you, don't all of you still have your eyes? Since you are going to carry out this sacred ritual, wouldn't you be dirtying the piety in your hearts by having your eyes? Why don't you dig them out first? We will follow and serve the Eyeless God together, "continued Zhu Minglang.
The black-robed men looked at each other.
They had been doing this for many years. Which slave didn't have their legs turn to jelly and lose control of their bowels and bowels?
How could there be someone who could think so clearly and make such a 'small suggestion'?
The blindfolded black-robed man frowned. He passed through the group of terrified slaves and walked towards Zhu Minglang at the back.
"Therefore, I'm the only one carrying out the eye-gouging," said the blindfolded black-robed man coldly.
With that said, the eye-gouging knife in his hand lit up. It looked like he was going to start with the slave who had such a clear mind.
But logically speaking, he wanted to cut off Zhu Minglang's tongue first!
He was trying to shake the 'morale' of his followers before his death!
"Sir!"
At this moment, a black-robed man ran over and said in a panic.
"What's the matter? Let me cut off this guy's tongue first … Bah, I'll dig out his eyes first!" said the blindfolded black-robed man.
"There's a group of experts surrounding our monument wall," said the black-robed man.
"Do you know where they came from?" asked the black-robed leader, Guo Chang.
"I know!" Zhu Minglang suddenly opened his mouth.
"Shut up!" The black-robed leader picked up his barbed knife and stabbed it towards Zhu Minglang's eyes.
Zhu Minglang easily dodged. The ropes binding him seemed to be hanging on his body. With a slight shake, they all fell off.
"I am the crown prince of the imperial family, Zhao Yinge. I've been watching your evil cult for some time. I've sent an expert to destroy it!" Zhu Minglang said loudly.
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