C1007 Myriad Mountains

Under The Black-robed Old Man's senses, he saw a mass of black fog inside Qing Feng's body that he couldn't see clearly. He didn't know what it was, but as long as he touched it, he would have a feeling that he was going to be swallowed, which made him feel very strange.

Apart from the mist, the elder didn't find anything else special about Qing Feng. He didn't have the aura of a cultivator, nor did he have any special abilities.

However, just that mist alone was enough to make the elder think.

He took back his arm and looked at Qing Feng seriously. His expression changed slightly, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Meanwhile, Qing Feng was still unconscious and did not know that he had been sold to the Slave Market by the inn. The effect of the drug was so strong that it would be difficult for Qing Feng to wake up from his coma if he did not use external force to wake him up.

"There's something strange about this kid. He's just a normal person, how could there be something like this in his body that even I don't understand." The elder looked at Qing Feng's face as he whispered.

Then, he grabbed Qing Feng's collar and threw him into an iron cage. He didn't care about him too much.

The Black-robed Old Man was the one in charge of the Slave Market, and all the slaves who came to him would be taught by him. No matter what kind of person it was, they would become incomparably obedient after his teaching, but there were also some who would die in his hands.

Not too many people knew his name. Everyone called him Elder Hsing.

After throwing Qing Feng into an iron cage, the Elder Hsing turned around and went to the other side of the tent. There was another iron cage with a young man who was covered in wounds.

This man's body was covered with injuries caused by all kinds of instruments, but through these injuries, his muscles looked even more shocking.

At this moment, he was squatting on the ground, looking at Elder Hsing with a ferocious expression, as if he wanted to come out of the iron cage and tear him apart.

"Haha, your country is already dead, and now you have become a slave. How dare you still have a fierce look in your eyes? You are really despicable." Elder Hsing sneered and took a whip from the shelf on the side.

"Pah!"

The elder Hsing whipped the young man's face through the gap in the iron cage.

The young man's face split open, and his eyes grew more savage. He fell to the side as if he didn't have much strength left, but the pain didn't seem to make him give in.

Because there was an incomparable hatred in his heart. If all the slaves in this Slave Market were filled with unwillingness and hatred, then he might be the one with the strongest hatred.

There was no other reason than that he was from a small country on the periphery of the country, which later waged a war of aggression against the effect and took over the small country completely.

After the country was destroyed, the civilians naturally became the slaves of this country. The young man in the iron cage was one of them. His name was Wan Shaan. His entire family had died under the spears of the soldiers of this country. This filled his heart with hatred for everyone in this country, and it was a bone-deep hatred.

After Wan Shaan was sent here, the Elder Hsing had tormented him quite a bit. Most of the other people who came from the same place as Wan Shaan had already been tamed by him, but Wan Shaan. No matter how much he tortured him, he could not make the other party submit.

This made the Elder Hsing a little angry.

He held the whip in his hand and looked at Wan Shaan, who was curled up in the iron cage, but still had anger in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at the iron cage where Qing Feng was, as if he was thinking about something.

In the end, his eyes revealed a trace of light, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly as if he had made a decision.

"Humph!" He snorted coldly, threw the whip in his hand on the ground, and quickly left the tent.

After the Elder Hsing left, Wan Shaan struggled to lean into the corner of the iron cage. This way, he could save some energy, but there were too many injuries on his body. The less he touched, the more painful he would grimace. At this moment, the light in his eyes had softened a lot, because the Elder Hsing had left.

He was alone in the corner of the cage, looking out through it, as if through the limits of space, seeing where no one else could see.

In his eyes, a warm home appeared. There was a father, mother, and even a cute sister.

However, just as these familiar faces were smiling at Wan Shaan, a group of soldiers with spears in their hands suddenly rushed in.

Before the smile on Wan Shaan's face could even spread, the group of soldiers had already started attacking the three people in front of him.

The sharp spear pierced through his father, pinning him to the ground. The smile on his face had yet to disappear, but his eyes were filled with disbelief and a strong sense of unwillingness. He stared at Wan Shaan with wide eyes.

His mother had been stripped of her clothes, and in the midst of a burst of loathsome laughter she had let out a shriek of agony, until her head was cut off and her blood splashed and stained the rafters of the house.

Wan Shaan stared at the scene in a daze. Hot tears flowed down his cheeks unconsciously. There was a fire in his heart that was devouring him. He wanted to go forward and stop it, but he could not move at all, because these were all things that had happened.

He can only stare, his hands clenched, a sense of powerlessness rising in him.

While Wan Shaan was in a daze, he suddenly heard a sound from behind him. It turned out that a soldier was stabbing at him with a spear.

Perhaps it was because the scene just now had too much of an impact on Wan Shaan and had already made him feel like dying. When he saw that someone was trying to kill him, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

However, after waiting for a long time, he still did not feel any pain. Instead, he felt a burning sensation on his face, as if something had splashed onto his face.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a scene that he would never forget. His sister was standing in front of him, helping him block the butcher's knife.

It was his sister's blood. The blood dripped down from his forehead and filled Wan Shaan's eyes.

His eyes were stained red by blood. His sister's face was filled with pain, and he could neither forget nor forget it.

He wanted to reach out and touch that face, but everything was just his memory. That was what had happened in the past.

His hand was raised up high but he couldn't touch anything. Tears were flowing in his eyes, washing his face.