The ghost deacons of Black Mountain had existed since the establishment of Black Mountain. The title sounded impressive, but the fate of the ghost deacons was not much better than that of the girls in the Phoenix Brothel.
In fact, the ghost deacons of Black Mountain were not even comparable to an ordinary fighter in the Phoenix Brothel. Moreover, the process of training them was extremely cruel and bloody.
Most of these people were selected from the leftover slaves. The chosen ones would have their tongues cut off, eyes gouged out, and wrists chopped off. After countless rounds of training and torture, they would be trained to rely on their sense of smell and hearing to find their way. Once they passed, they would be controlled by poison or their families to be loyal to Black Mountain. They would work day and night as guides.
Cutting off their tongues would make them lose the ability to speak and prevent them from revealing the secrets of Black Mountain. Gouging out their eyes would make them unable to find them again even if they escaped from Black Mountain. Chopping off their wrists was to prevent them from writing the secrets on paper.
The Senluo Temple controlled and managed these ghost deacons. There were four temple masters. Some ghost deacons with cultivation talent would be given cultivation methods. As long as they displayed their strength, they would receive better treatment. They were called ghost officials.
The Senluo Temple had existed since the establishment of Black Mountain. There were seventy-two ghost officials, which were comparable to the seventy-two white impermanence of the Phantom Pavilion. They were the most important force in Black Mountain. Therefore, the Senluo Temple was on par with the Phantom Pavilion.
Of course, there was also the Phoenix Brothel, which had countless "fighters".
Throughout history, many secret agents had successfully disguised themselves as captured slaves and sneaked into the Black Mountain. However, most of them were exposed during the investigation and died. Only a small number of them returned to the human world alive, but they couldn't tell where the Black Mountain was.
They learned about Black Mountain from those people, but this was just the tip of the iceberg. It was classified as confidential information in Yongling. Ordinary people didn't know about it.
What was even more unbelievable was that almost no one had seen the Night King since the establishment of Black Mountain. Therefore, no one knew about his strength, age, gender, and so on.
What troubled the dynasty was not only the untraceable Black Mountain, but also the mysterious enemy. Zhan Mu's most important mission was to investigate Black Mountain.
Gui Thirty-Three was thirty-two this year. His real name was Gui Thirty-Three, and he had completely forgotten his original name.
Twenty years ago, Gui Thirty-Three's family was destroyed. He was only twelve years old when he was captured and sent to the Black Mountain as a slave. Originally, a teenager of his age was the best choice for a catamite. Jianghu heroes and high officials who had this kind of special hobby were usually generous, and they were also a big source of income for the Black Mountain.
It was a pity that he was too ugly. Not to mention his dark skin, his face was full of pockmarks. Even when he was sold as a lowly servant, no one was interested in him. In the end, he was recruited into the Ghost Deacon Camp. After going through countless trials and tribulations, he became a Black Mountain Guide Ghost. He did not even have a name, only a lowly serial number.
However, he was very meticulous. The countless hardships he had suffered in the past had nurtured his inhuman tenacity.
For the past twenty years, he had been preparing to escape at all times.
Dawn finally came. On one of the return trips, he was distracted and lost his way. Unexpectedly, he found an exit that led to the outside world. His sense of smell was extremely sensitive. From the humidity in the air, he judged that Black Mountain was actually an underground world, but he did not know where the exit led to.
He did not dare to try because he always felt that there was a pair of eyes constantly monitoring every corner of Black Mountain. Every movement of the Ghost Deacon could not be hidden from the terrifying Sen Luo Temple.
Ever since he found the secret passage, Gui Thirty-Three began to plan to escape from Black Mountain.
Two years ago, because of an accident, he found out that his name should have been Xu Gengyao. He had a sister who was captured with him, called Xu Fenglan.
The sister and brother, without exception, had a strong desire to survive. After a few careful and private meetings, they decided to escape from Black Mountain together.
Every time on the 15th of the full moon, Gui Thirty-Three knew that all the core members of Black Mountain would disappear for a period of time. It could be as short as half an hour, or as long as four hours. He speculated that it should be a secret meeting of the core members.
Therefore, he knew that his chance would be on the 15th of the full moon.
Coincidentally, just five days after Lin Miaoyue's virginity was taken away, and Xu Fenglan decided to bring the two sisters out of Black Mountain, it was the 15th of the full moon.
Of course, Black Mountain did not have a concept of year and date, so they could only find out from the customers outside.
Around midnight that night, Gui Thirty-Three asked the three women to disguise themselves as Jianghu heroes and pretend to leave Black Mountain.
There were three to four sentries on the way in and out of Black Mountain, and they needed a special warrant to pass. Gui Thirty-Three had already hidden a warrant. Because the entrance and exit were guarded by strong people, the control over the warrant was not particularly strict. Even if there was a warrant, it was impossible for the Ghost Deacon to escape from Black Mountain, unless there was another secret passage.
Sure enough, there was no obstruction along the way until they reached the Black Swamp a few miles away from the secret passage. Gui Thirty-Three was very excited, but he did not have a tongue to express it. Even if he wanted to use hand gestures to express it, he could not because of the lack of wrist.
In the end, he did not say anything, but silently led the way.
"Brother …" Xu Fenglan could see his trembling body, so she sympathized with him and patted him, "You've suffered all these years, it's all because I'm useless …" Saying this, she was about to cry. Finally, she knew that she was old and could not be weak at this time, so she quickly calmed herself down.
Gui Thirty-Three looked back, grinned, and shook his head silently.
"Aunt Lan …" Lin Miaoyue choked and said, "Yue Er grew up with me, and I promised her mother that I would take good care of her until she grew up. Even if I was doomed eternally, as long as Yue Er could escape from Black Mountain, I would be satisfied … Aunt Lan, you're our great benefactor, Miaoyue kowtows to you …"
Saying this, she knelt down and kowtowed.
Seeing this, Yue Er hurriedly knelt down.
"Child, what are you doing? Get up, get up, get up …" Xu Fenglan's eyes were red. For so many years, except for scheming with the so-called sisters in the building and fawning on the customers, she had never experienced the beauty of the world.
Lin Miaoyue's love for Yue Er was undoubtedly a kind of beauty that cleansed her withered heart.
This was also one of the reasons why she took the risk to escape with them.
They were only a few miles away from Black Mountain.
In front of them was a black swamp, but there was no rain all year round, so the swamp had been dry for a long time, so there was no threat.
Gui Thirty-Three had mistakenly entered the swamp and found the secret exit.
"After Aunt Lan leaves, will you be separated from Yue Er?" Yue Er obviously also felt the joy of escaping, so she said innocently, "Yue Er will not be separated from Aunt Lan, and also Sister Miaoyue and Aunt Lan's brother Uncle Mute, we will live together forever. Yue Er knows how to weave straw sandals, Yue Er will weave many straw sandals to earn money to support Aunt Lan and Uncle Mute … "
Xu Fenglan's nose turned sour, and tears almost fell down, but she smiled and said with tears in her eyes, "Okay, okay, Aunt Lan will not be separated from Yue Er, forever."
Lin Miaoyue smiled, "Of course, this is what Yue Er said. If you are lazy, sister will spank your little butt."
"I won't." Yue Er made a face at her and said with a smile.
Everyone was immersed in the vision of a beautiful future, and even Gui Thirty-Three was touched. His empty eye sockets flashed with light for the first time.
But right at this moment, a shrill and rapid hissing sound came from the air. Gui Thirty-Three's expression changed and without thinking, he took two steps back and pushed Xu Fenglan, who was at the back of the group, forward.
"Ah?" Xu Fenglan was still in a daze.
After the shrill sound of breaking air, there was the crisp sound of chains clanging, followed by a muffled 'chi' sound. Gui Thirty-Three couldn't help but let out a blood-curdling scream, instantly breaking the silence of the swamp. His scream cut through the dark pus and blood, and the pungent smell of blood wantonly filled the air, turning into an invisible panic that entrenched itself in the hearts of the four.
Xu Fenglan turned around and saw that her brother had been stabbed by a hidden weapon with six sharp thorns. One end of the hidden weapon was connected to an iron chain that was as thick as hemp rope. What was even more terrifying was that the iron chain and the shrill sound of the air tearing continuously surged over.
Her face suddenly turned pale because she recognized that this was the treasure of one of the four Hall Masters of the Sen Luo Temple.
"How dare you all!" An extremely cold shout exploded in their ears like a thunderbolt from the clear sky.
In the distance, dozens of black shadows could be seen galloping over.
"Ghost Officials!" Xu Fenglan's soul almost left her body when she saw them.
"Run!" Gui Thirty-Three shouted in a slurred voice.
Although his voice was strange, the three women could hear him clearly.
Gui Thirty-Three's back was injured, but his footsteps were the fastest. However, he didn't want to escape before the others. He came under a withered tree, bit a withered vine, and forcefully pulled it down. Immediately, a dozen deep holes appeared behind him.
The Ghost Officials rushed too fast and rushed into the deep holes, but they were immediately pierced by the sharp bamboo buried inside.
Ever since Gui Thirty-Three discovered the secret passage, he had anticipated today's situation, but this was the limit of the trap. Don't forget that he didn't even have a wrist. Who knew how much effort it took to dig that hole.
He knew that he wouldn't be able to escape today. The pursuer was the strongest of the four Hall Masters, Bi Ying. After triggering the trap, he immediately bit the white cloth binding his wrist and took out a dark yellow booklet. He handed it to Xu Fenglan.
Xu Fenglan didn't know what he wanted to do and subconsciously took it. However, she saw him suddenly turn around and roar as he rushed back.
"Little Brother!" She already knew what he wanted to do and cried out in pain.
However, she knew that she couldn't stop. Once she stopped, they would have no hope of escaping.
Gui Thirty-Three was not a cultivator, not even a martial artist. He was only a cripple.
The hexagonal hidden weapons covered the sky. "Ding ding dang dang dang" sounds rang out as Gui Thirty-Three shattered into a bloody mist.
Close!
Close!
The entrance of the passage was right in front of them. The three women gritted their teeth and ran, but the pursuers were already behind them. With their weak bodies, how could they outrun the Ghost Officials? In just a blink of an eye, they would follow in Gui Thirty-Three's footsteps.
Xu Fenglan clenched her teeth and stuffed the booklet into Yue Er's arms. "Yue Er, your fate doesn't belong here. You must escape. Escape and tell the world that the Ghost Cave Black Mountain is destroying humanity … and I will use the Curse of Eternal Reincarnation to curse the Black Mountain …"
Just as she turned around, her head was cut off by a hexagonal hidden weapon. She couldn't spit out the rest of her words, but the word "curse" was like the cry of a ghost, mournful and lingering for a long time.
"Aunt Lan!" Yue Er had already burst into tears, but she couldn't help but be dragged forward by Lin Miaoyue.
The passage was right in front of them. Lin Miaoyue bit her lips. "Yue Er, that booklet must contain the secrets of the Black Mountain that Uncle Mute has recorded for the past twenty years. You must hand it over to someone you feel is trustworthy. Big Sister can't take care of you anymore … Yue Er, if one day you meet someone who is worth giving everything for, you will know that Big Sister will have no regrets …"
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