After torturing the sick villain, he cried and begged me not to go

Walking into the cave, the first thing you see is not a person.

Instead, the sounds of coughing, whipping, cursing, screaming, and the collision of axes and chisels hitting stones continued to flow into the ears.

Hearing these voices, Chu Qingyu knew that her guess was wrong.

This is not a gathering place for magic cultivators.

These people are not magicians.

However, although they are not demon cultivators, they are more ruthless than demon cultivators.

The missing population has a cave entrance guarded by monks, and there are ping-pong-pong knocking sounds from inside the cave.

Obviously, this is a mine, and it is also a black mine that captures ordinary people to mine.

The two guards chased after them, and Chu Qingyu's spell fell, easily knocking them unconscious.

She turned her head to look, and Patriarch Chen, who was following her far behind, had an inexplicable look in his eyes, and Patriarch Chen's heart skipped a beat.

Walking along the cave, the mountainside has been hollowed out, and the inside looks very spacious, and the line of sight is also very wide.

The torches were still lit even during the day, so that Chu Qingyu could clearly see the picture inside.

Here, she saw the big man and the homeless man she had seen before.

Chains are wrapped around the tramp's feet, and he wields a pickaxe in his hand, chiseling at the ore again and again.

The big man stood by his side with a whip in his hand.

When you see a homeless man acting lazy, he whips him over.

Such a scene happened to everyone here.

Dozens of people who looked like homeless people, some of them were in shackles like him.

Some have no restraints on their bodies, but their bodies are thin and haggard, their skin is sallow, and they cough a few times from time to time, so it is impossible for them to have the ability to resist.

Wielding picks and chisels, these men kept knocking off one piece of ore after another.

Behind them, several shirtless men held whips in their hands, so that they did not dare to rest and be lazy.

Seeing Chu Qingyu and others coming in, someone immediately shouted: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

While questioning, these people had already gathered around, either holding whips or waving sticks in their hands, ready to arrest them on the spot.

Chu Qingyu turned her gaze to a scar-faced man not far from her who was sitting on a large chair without moving, looking dangerously at her.

Another person who is cultivated.

It looks like it should be the person in charge here.

After these big men surrounded them, they also looked at Scarface, as if they were waiting for him to make a decision.

Scarface waved his hand: "Since you're here, let's stay here. These two girls are caught alone, and the remaining two stay here to mine."

Chu Qingyu smiled.

Liang Ximan and others who were behind her also laughed.

Just relying on the three or two kittens here, let alone her, even Liang Ximan can easily deal with them.

Half a minute later, Chu Qingyu pressed the scarred face to the ground: "Tell me, who are you working for, and where do the people here come from?"

Scar's face was full of horror, but he kept his mouth tightly shut, refusing to speak no matter what.

Chu Qingyu waved to the homeless man who had met once, and the homeless man walked over tremblingly.

Chu Qingyu asked: "Do you owe them money?"

The tramp immediately shook his head like a rattle.

Chu Qingyu thought in her heart that sure enough, what she borrowed and refused to repay was just an excuse for the people here to be afraid that things would spread and make a big fuss when they went to arrest people.

Chu Qingyu greeted another short and thin man who looked extremely weak.

The short and thin man was already extremely weak, and he was completely hanging on his breath. Even those who frequently whipped and urged to work avoided him when they urged him violently.

Chu Qingyu asked: "How long have you been working here?"

Short and thin man: "Half a year."

In half a year, it has already been destroyed like this.

Chu Qingyu asked again: "Have you ever died here?"

The short and thin man glanced at the scarred face, his numb eyes fluctuated slightly, and murmured: "Dead?"

Chu Qingyu: "Yes, has anyone died here?"

The short and thin man suddenly laughed.

He was laughing, but more like crying.

"You should be asking how long we can live here."

Even though she was mentally prepared, Chu Qingyu's heart trembled when she heard his words.

"I've been here for half a year, and it's the longest I've lived here."

"Half a year ago, I was caught here."

"I came here, and the next day, my brother came to me and was also caught by these people."

"That day, my brother took me to try to escape, but was found beaten half to death."

"I made it through, but my brother got infected because the wound couldn't be healed."

"On the fifth day I came here, I saw a person here, digging and digging, suddenly fell to the ground, and couldn't breathe anymore."

"That was the first time I saw someone die before my eyes."

"But that's just the beginning."

"After that came the second dead man, and the third."

"Half a month later, my brother still couldn't make it through, and fell here forever."

"I watched people who came here before me die of exhaustion or illness before my eyes."

"Even if you are sick and cough up blood, as long as you are still alive, you must continue to work."

"There are no idlers here, and no sick people who can't work."

"I sent away old people here one after another, and soon, I became an old person here too."

"Three months ago, I sent away the first person who came late."

"That was a very introverted young man who would often come to me in fear and talk to me about his fears and fears."

"I don't know how to comfort him, because we all have no hope, and we all know how long we can live."

"I thought he was young and strong, and he could last for a while, and live a little longer."

"But, he's just gone, gone."

Chu Qingyu was silent.

After Scarface was defeated, the black miners who stopped to peek this way were also silent.

The other big men who worked for the tiger also dared not say a word in this extremely oppressive atmosphere.

The place was eerily quiet.

The mines here are so dark that torches are needed to illuminate them even in daylight.

But the hearts of people here are even darker, so dark that they can't see a little bit of their original color.

Chu Qingyu squatted down and looked at Scarface calmly.

"While I'm still talking to you calmly, tell me, who is behind you?"

"You are also a monk, you should know the methods of a monk."

"No matter how stubborn you are, I have eleven million ways to make you speak."

Scarface shrank back in fear, and just when Chu Qingyu thought he was about to compromise, Scarface suddenly showed extreme fear.

Then there was a fierce flash in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his palm.

Chu Qingyu thought he wanted to counterattack the sneak attack, and subconsciously defended.

But the next moment, the palm of the scarred face that contained spiritual power landed on his forehead.