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However, I realized that when they were fighting over the steamed buns, their hands and feet weren't tied with iron chains, so why did they tie me up?

It seems that I am currently the target of special attention. I don't know how much time has passed since I was knocked unconscious, but my heart is unable to calm down for a long time.

At the same time, I thought about many other things, including my poor little cousin. Right now, he doesn't know where he is being held in, nor do I know what they are planning to do to bring my little cousin to this place.

At the same time, I thought about my parents and the people in the village. It's good now, my little cousin couldn't be found, my eldest senior brother's fate is unknown, and together with my little cousin, I was caught in a place that even the ghosts don't know.

This place must be very hidden, and ordinary people wouldn't be able to find it. Even if the people from the village were to find this place, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I actually hope that they don't find this place.

As for his Master and his little Senior Sister, he didn't know how they were feeling right now. If they knew that their eldest senior brother had died, what kind of mood would they have?

I don't even dare to think about it.

In short, my mind was in a mess, and I couldn't calm down no matter what. Compared to the pain in my body, the pain in my heart seemed to be even heavier.

After sitting in this dark dungeon and thinking for a while, my stomach suddenly started growling. I'm really hungry, after looking at the two dry buns on the floor, I didn't care if they were dirty or not, I just picked them up and started chewing them. After eating two steamed buns, I finally feel better, and can finally get half full.

Afterwards, I rummaged around in the dungeon and found a broken bowl at the entrance of the dungeon. There was half a bowl of cold water in the bowl, making it look dirty.

After I had eaten my fill and had nothing better to do, I sat cross-legged on the floor. After forming hand seals, I quickly entered a state of selfless cultivation.

I don't know when I'll be killed, but I won't give up until the very last moment. As long as I can find a chance, I will try my best to escape this damned place, and if I want to survive, I must maintain my physical strength. At any time, I must maintain my peak state, so that I can have the chance to strike back and escape …

Back then, I almost got killed by that Gui Sha. If it wasn't for my persistence, I would have died a long time ago.

I secretly encouraged myself, and continued to cultivate, consolidating my cultivation. After that day of vicious battle, I seemed to have experienced something related to the 'Yin Yang Dao Scripture' that my master passed down to me, and the tenth of the cultivation that my master had transferred to me through an enlightened method. In that moment of life and death, I finally erupted, my sword would definitely kill, my moves would be ruthless, and my fingers would go straight to my vitals.

However, what I could not understand was why they still wanted me to live even though I had killed so many of them. Why didn't they kill me?

My head hurts from thinking about it, so I stopped thinking about it and focused on my cultivation, waiting for the unknown to descend upon me. Maybe I will die, maybe I will be tormented, I can't do anything now, the only thing I can do is wait.

In this gloomy dungeon, there was no sun, no moon, no sun, so I didn't have any sense of time. My magic tools and cell phones were all taken away by them, so I didn't know how much time had passed.

I've always been waiting for someone to come find me, or beat me up, or torture me until I feel like I'm better off dead, or even kill me directly, but no one ever comes. I seem to be forgotten by others, quietly living in this dungeon every day.

During my stay here, the person opposite me in the dungeon would be escorted away by a few men in black every once in a while. The people in the dungeon would be as thin as firewood, with pale faces.

At first, I thought I would be taken to some place I didn't know, like them, but no one paid me any attention.

After a period of time, the people in the dungeons would be sent back. However, when they were brought back, they looked even more haggard and couldn't even walk anymore. They were directly dragged over and randomly thrown into the dungeon.

However, as a cultivator, I could still feel the aura of life from them. They didn't die, but they were very weak, and I didn't know what these people were brought out for. In any case, every time they returned, they would only be left with half their lives.

Since I was not in the village in the so-called Sun-Gathering Grounds, after midnight, my body would be taken over by the Ghostly Fiends in my body. I don't remember anything that happened after midnight, but every day when I woke up, my head would hurt.

In any case, this is a dungeon, so no one would care about me. No matter how much trouble I cause, no one would care about me. My limbs are bound by iron chains, so no matter how much I struggle, it's useless.

But when I woke up, the iron chains on the wall seemed to have loosened a little. I didn't know if it was the ghost's doing, but it wanted to escape.

In the end, I was saved by my eldest senior brother and master, so it only had a quarter of the time to take advantage of my body. A few days ago, when it was 12 o'clock every day, it was knocked unconscious by my eldest senior brother, and it was unable to come out. In the end, it came to our village, that so-called 'gathering sun' place, it even more so did not dare to come out.

Just when I thought that I was about to die of old age in this prison, things suddenly changed. On that day, my prison suddenly opened. That fellow with a pair of phoenix eyes appeared before me with a few people.