The only way

Fumodu, Sanqian Bookstore.

Zhang Xuzhi, who was sitting leisurely behind the counter, held a cup of steaming hot tea in his hand, and looked at the scripture in his hand with a contented expression.

Just when he was excited to read, took a sip of hot tea, put down the teacup and was about to turn a page, a faint burning sensation came from the crook of his arm hidden in his sleeve.

Zhang Xuzhi's eyes flickered slightly, his brows and eyes remained calm, he put the hot tea in his hand on the counter steadily, and then continued to turn to the next page.

But only he knew in his heart that at this moment, he felt the excitement in his heart.

Outside of Voldemort.

Almost at the same time, all the people in the Eastern Land who were far away in the Western Land felt a faint burning sensation on their arms.

At this moment, all the monks from Donglu raised their eyes and looked in the direction of the rising sun.

The way home has already started.

Voldemort.

Voldemort Tower.

The person in charge of guarding the Fumo Tower is a monster named Wenfang, which has the blood of the divine beast Di Ting, and can hear all directions. All movements inside and outside the Fumo Tower cannot escape the eyes and ears of this Wenfang beast.

Moreover, this Wenfang beast itself has the cultivation base of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, which is enough to guard the gate of Fumo Tower.

However, the vast majority of this Wenfang beast is in a state of deep sleep. After all, for Warcraft, the lifespan is long, and the improvement of the realm is slow. Most of the Warcraft like to rely on deep sleep to improve their cultivation.

Especially in a place like Fumo Tower, which is destined to have no excitement.

Sleeping is the daily life of this Wen Fang beast.

It is naturally impossible to take good care of the top and bottom of Fumo Tower by relying on only one monster. I don't know how many prisoners, among them there are also existences similar to jailers. They are all demons who have made life and death oaths, and most of them have no talent for cultivation .

why?
Naturally, it is because once these jailers can practice, there will be even greater variables. It is good that all the prisoners are held in the Fumo Tower, but the fact that these prisoners can be held in the Fumo Tower also shows a problem, that is, they It's not easy.

Even though the oath of life and death has been made, there are still countless jailers who have been bewitched. Because of being bewitched, there is often a shortage of jailers in the Fumo Tower, and the most common way for the jailers to die is to violate the life and death oath, like fireworks. Just as explosive.

Very rarely, some imprisoned demons have some peculiar methods that allow the jailers to be drawn in without anyone noticing, without violating the oath of life and death. The impact that jailers can have can be said to be very different.

On top of the jailors, there are wardens. These wardens are cultivated demons. Apart from vows of life and death, they will also be controlled by the Yin royal family with other means, and they never Direct contact with the criminals held in the Fumo Tower.

Only manage these jailers directly.

There is often a shortage of jailers in Fumo Tower, but there are always only a few wardens.

The oldest among them, and also the oldest among the wardens of Fumo Pagoda, is a demon cultivator who is honored by the jailers as Yao Lao, whose cultivation level is comparable to that of Jindan Dzogchen.

As the warden, Elder Yao lived, ate, lived and practiced in Fumo Tower, only occasionally when it was his turn to rest, would he leave Fumo Tower and live in the yard he bought in Fumodu.

Today is the time for Mr. Yao to change shifts.

The one who came to take over was the most junior warden of Fu Mo Pagoda, with the lowest level of cultivation, only at the early stage of Jindan, but he was a magic cultivator that all jailers, including the warden, dare not underestimate.

There is no other reason, just because the warden is surnamed Yin.

The Yin family who is the master of the demon city and the co-lord of the demon clan.

Yao Laokuo, who was dressed in a black robe, had a square face, walked like a dragon and a tiger, and walked like a tiger, with a vigorous and vigorous attitude.

Seeing the young man covered in brocade clothes and gold and silver on the opposite side, this old Yao, who is walking like a dragon and a tiger, froze slightly in his footsteps, and there were some soft marks on his cold and hard face. Nothing fell behind the young man.

Facing Mr. Yao's nod, the young man only raised his chin haughtily, looked at the dim light of Fumo Tower, and the wall reliefs carved with all kinds of ferocious beasts and tortures with disgust, and nodded perfunctorily. Next, it's a greeting.

"Young Master Yin, who is this?"

When Yao Lao saw the young man, he wanted to leave directly, but he looked at the strange face behind the young man and asked warily.

The young man called Mr. Yin frowned, and waved his hand casually, "My new follower, the original one is too boring, and I don't have any discernment, so I changed it."

Yes, Mr. Yin would bring his entourage to serve him every time he came to Fumo Pagoda. Yao Lao was already familiar with it, but this time it was a new face, so he asked one more question.

Mr. Yin is different from other wardens. He is a demon from the Yin family. He has only made a life and death oath and has never been controlled by other means. Therefore, in Fumo Pagoda, he has more actions than other wardens. Somewhat reckless.

Yao Lao frowned, and before he could ask any more questions, Mr. Yin had already led people into the Fumo Pagoda.

Yao Lao was left standing in place.

Until Mr. Yin and his entourage disappeared in place, Mr. Yao took out a black-glowing hair from his hand, activated the magic power, and set the hair on fire.

After the hair was burned out, a loud voice sounded from the bottom of Yao Lao's heart.

"Who dares to disturb my sleep?"

The sound was like thunder, shaking Yao Lao's body slightly.

"Master Wen Fang, you are old."

Although there was nothing around, Yao Lao still saluted respectfully.

"It's you, Boy Yao." Old Yao has lived for hundreds of years, but in front of Wenfang Beast, he is just a doll, "Say it, wake me up, what's the matter?"

"I dare you, Mr. Wenfang, please listen to the voices of the two demons who just entered."

Wenfang Beast can listen to all directions and monitor everything in the Fumo Tower, but not all of them will listen deliberately. After all, if they listen to everything, it will be too noisy.

Even with the ears of Wen Fang Beast, it would not be able to bear it.

Not so much energy to distinguish one by one.

There are so many voices, Wen Fang Beast can only extract some key voices from them, such as some special prisoners and some special words.

Hearing Yao Lao's request, Wen Fang Beast did not refuse. In this demon-subduing tower, there are not many demons familiar with Wen Fang Beast, and Yao Lao is one of them.

Yao Lao's heart was quiet for a moment, but he understood that it was Wen Fangshou who started to listen.

After a moment.

"It's nothing, the little doll is thinking about the prisoners who need to be cleaned up, and wants to exchange them for magic crystals."

"As for that follower, it's really not a real follower. It's a deal with that little doll to pick up goods."

After Wen Fangshou finished speaking, he fell silent again.

This time, it was Wenfang Beast who fell into dormancy again.

Elder Yao heaved a sigh of relief, and his expression relaxed a little. Fumo Pagoda held a lot of prisoners, so in many cases, there would be some worthless prisoners, and these worthless prisoners would be cleaned up.

The so-called cleaning is to kill.

But Mr. Yao knows that there are quite a few wardens who will cooperate with some forces and sell some worthless prisoners who should be killed to these forces to make a fortune.

This is not considered a private release of prisoners. If there are prisoners who cannot be released, they will not even have a chance to be cleared.

What can be cleaned up is already dispensable existence.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in Fumo Pagoda, Yao Lao also turns a blind eye.

Today, too.