Chapter 169
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Muyan chuckles: "Xiaobao is really smart, but just defeating them isn't enough. Xiaobao still has to make them willing to listen to you, and be loyal to you. Only in this way can Xiaobao become strong enough. "
"As strong as that lecher!" Xiaobao clenches his small fists, his big eyes become bright, "Then, I can protect niangqin."
Lecher?
Muyan stares blankly for a long time before reacting. Xiaobao is talking about Di Ming Jue.
She looks at the courtyard next door with a complicated expression.
Oh … I haven't seen that person's figure for a long time.
Probably, that night, he was really angry, right?
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In the next few days, the newly established Ink Camp collectively falls into an abyss of torment.
Their daily living arrangements are like this –
Training, taking draughts, listening to tunes.
Doesn't it sound particularly fulfilling and happy?
But in reality?
This group of butchers who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of fire, their hands stained with blood, each and every one of them is living a life worse than death.
This so-called training isn't cultivating martial skills or Internal Force.
Instead, it's making them line up every day, do drills, and run back and forth. It's so boring that these brawny men simply want to bang their heads against the wall.
After training, Muyan prepares a bottle of body-refining draught for everyone.
That's a special draught ah!
Outside the Junji Drugstore, how many people would break their heads to buy it, but they couldn't.
But the people of the Ink Camp drink it until they cry for their parents.
That's because drinking that draught really hurts too much!
The muscles all over their body feel like they're being cut by a knife.
It goes on for more than an hour without disappearing.
So every time it's time to take the medicine, they can hear the ghostly wails and wolf howls of more than a dozen brawny men.
The evening arrangement is to listen to tunes?
Isn't this a nice job?
The people of the Ink Camp express that they don't want to listen to tunes again in this life.
No, in the next life! In the next life, they don't want to listen to it again!
That's because the sound of the zither has a terrible power. Once it's played, it's like they've fallen into an endless nightmare.
They desperately struggle in the nightmare to wake up drenched in cold sweat.
Think about it, listening to a tune every day is the same as living through a bitter and torturous life. day after day, who could stand it ah!
… …
Late at night, in the Ink Camp.
"Motherfucker, I can't stand it anymore, I want to escape from here!"
"Escape? How could he escape? Not to mention Yan Haotian, who is guarding the camp, do you think you can escape from this courtyard? "
"I have to escape even if I can't! Are we going to be tortured to death here? "
More than a dozen people from the Ink Camp are gathered together, angrily discussing how to escape from the clutches of that female demon and the Little King of Hell.
Suddenly, a coarse voice interrupted their indignant words.
"A bunch of idiots! Don't tell me you haven't noticed any changes in our bodies over the past few days? "
Hearing this, everyone was startled and looked at the knife-scarred man.
"Chang Yu, what do you mean by that?"
"That's right. Who do you think you are? How dare you call us idiots!"
The knife-scarred man called Chang Yu coldly glanced at the few of them, his eyes filled with disdain, "You entered the treasure mountain and obtained great benefits, yet you don't know anything and still want to escape. If you aren't idiots, then what are you? "
"Chang Yu, speak clearly. What kind of great benefits did we obtain?"
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