Monarch of Evernight: Not as good as eighty-six

bsp;In the ancient totem battle fort, there was a killing atmosphere everywhere, and people walking back and forth did not dare to breathe, for fear of attracting misfortune. In the past few days, even the chief priests have been replaced by two, and everyone else in the tribe is in danger.

The battle fort was built on the top of the mountain and near the cliff, which is a very advantageous location. Originally, the cliff facing the East China Sea was unguarded, but since Qianye killed the former high priest and escaped by leaping into the East China Sea, several turrets were built on this side and patrolled and defended day and night.

Deep underground in the battle fort is a deep dungeon. The excavation here is extremely deep, and the depth even exceeds the height of the main castle. Two werewolves dressed in jailer costumes walked down the damp and cold passage. Werewolves were not afraid of cold, but hated dampness. As they walked, they complained softly about the weather.

There is a Force lamp at intervals in the passage. The dim light can only illuminate a few meters in radius, and most of the passage is hidden in darkness.

The eyes of the two werewolves were flashing with faint green light. Only with night vision turned on could they walk unimpeded in such a passage.

The passage finally reached the end, and the front suddenly opened up. Two tall and heavy black iron doors appeared in front of them. A werewolf stepped forward and patted the door hard. After a while, a small window opened on the door. A werewolf inside looked at them for a while, sniffed hard, and then closed the small window. After a while, the door slowly opened.

As the door opened, a gloomy wind mixed with rancid, damp and cold breath rushed out from the door. Despite having been to the dungeon more than once, the two werewolves still shivered and hurriedly covered their noses. For a werewolf's fragile and sensitive sense of smell, this smell is extremely lethal.

As soon as the two werewolves entered the door, several people rushed up and searched them from beginning to end. One of them said: "Don't take it so seriously, right? We've been here so many times."

The werewolf guarding the door said: "There is no way, these days are special, isn't that guy locked up inside? If the inspection is not strict and the superiors find out, we will all be finished."

The food boxes brought by the two werewolves were also carefully inspected. After seeing that the seals on them were intact, they were returned to them.

After entering the gate and passing through a passage, a hall appeared in front of you. The hall was brightly illuminated by blazing flames. Dozens of torture instruments with different purposes were placed throughout the hall. They were everywhere on the floor and walls. There were black stains of dried blood, and several corpses were still hanging motionless on the wall.

On both sides of the hall are rows of cells and a row of separate torture chambers. The scene in the torture chamber cannot be seen from the outside, but the screams from inside can be clearly heard. Even the werewolf, who is known for his cruel nature, can't help but shudder at this moment.

The two werewolves quickly crossed the hall and turned down the stairs at the end.

Below the torture hall, there are cells on each floor. Some are crowded with prisoners, some are empty, and some have people lying motionless, and it is unclear whether they are dead or alive.

The passage is filled with the smell of rotting blood, and a dark wind is constantly blowing up from deep underground. The two werewolves circled all the way down for an unknown amount of time before finally reaching the end.

At the end of the passage, the air becomes refreshing, and the wind carries the smell of sea breeze. After smelling the rotten stench deep in the dungeon for a long time, now smelling the breath of the sea, it instantly felt like being in a fairyland, refreshing the mind.

The deepest part of the dungeon has become taller and spacious. Force lamps are lit here, and the light is soft and stable. The upper cells are full of burning grease torches, which produce thick smoke when burned. It makes people want to die.

There are only a few cells in the deepest part, and most of them are empty. Only the one at the end is still lit. This is also the largest cell on the entire ground floor.

The two werewolves came to the cell door and looked in through the iron gate and fence.

This cell is neat and clean. There is a force lamp on the roof and wall, making the place bright and warm. In one corner of the cell is a toilet, separated from the main room. In addition to the bed, the room actually had a table, a chair, and a bookshelf with more than ten books on it.

Near the roof, there is a window open, and outside the window is the East China Sea. The windows are sealed with iron bars, but everyone knows that for the strong, such iron bars are just decoration. What keeps the strong men in prison quiet is not the iron bars, but the East China Sea outside the window.

Two werewolves had also cleaned this cell before, knowing that it was less than a hundred meters from the sea. From such a low position, even a slightly stronger sea beast can jump up. As long as they are close to the window, they will instinctively tremble and fear. Not to mention those strong ones with more acute perceptions.

However, the tables, chairs and bookshelf were all added later, and an extra force lamp was also added. The two werewolves had never seen such treatment after working in the dungeon for more than ten years.

There was a young man sitting in the cell, holding a book in his hand and reading softly. The book in his hand has a gorgeous binding, an elegant style, and a suitable thickness. It has a dark blue cover and is bound with glazed gold threads. Under the light, the afterglow is faint, and it is completely different from the ones on the bookshelf. What the young man read seemed to be the history of a certain dynasty, but the two werewolves couldn't understand it anyway.

A werewolf patted the iron door and said, "Master Song, it's time to eat."

He opened the iron door, put the food box in, and closed the door again. This cell has two doors, only one can be opened at a time.

The young man in the cell was none other than Song Zining. He seemed to be in good condition, but his steps seemed a little sloppy when he stood up, just like an ordinary person without the power of the Force. When he opened the inner iron door, it seemed a little difficult.

The food box contained four dishes, one soup, and a jug of wine, which was unprecedentedly rich in this dungeon. The two werewolves delivered meals more than once, and every time they saw it, they couldn't help but secretly sigh.

Song Zining finished eating the food, took the pen and paper, wrote a few lines on it, and put it in the food box. As if they had found a treasure, the two werewolves carefully memorized the words on the paper word for word, and then swallowed them.

What Song Zining wrote is a secret method specifically for werewolves to practice. The grade of this secret method is only ordinary. There are not one thousand but eight hundred of this kind of dark race secret method in the library of the Song Dynasty. But for these low-level werewolves serving in the dark prison, they usually rely on instinctive attacks in daily battles. How can there be any secret skills to practice? The little thing leaked from Song Zining's fingers was enough to completely change their entire family.

A werewolf looked around and suddenly lowered his voice and said: "Our envoys are here to show your name and want to meet you."

Song Zining smiled slightly and said: "See me? Here? I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."

The werewolf said: "We creepers are everywhere. Although it is difficult to see you, it is not impossible."

Song Zining nodded and said: "Anyway, I will still be here for the next two days. Just let him come."

The werewolf immediately beamed with joy after receiving the promise, packed up the food box and left quickly.

Song Zining sat down, raised his right hand slightly, and there was an ancient scroll in his hand, and slowly read it. His book was actually transformed using the Three Thousand Floating Leaves Jue, which is really an ingenious idea.

However, it seemed that he was destined not to have any peace and quiet on this day. After turning a few pages, there were footsteps in the passage, and a man strode forward and said with a smile: "Seventh brother, how are you doing here?"

Song Zining felt slightly surprised. He looked out the door and saw the person approaching, and said in surprise: "Song Zian? It's you."

Song Zian smiled brightly, pretended to shake his head, and said: "Zining, this is your fault. We haven't seen each other for so long and you still refuse to call me second brother?"

Song Zining said calmly: "I have left the Song clan a long time ago and have nothing to do with you. If I still come to cling to you now, wouldn't it be humiliating myself?"

Song Zian's smile froze and he said angrily: "Song Zining! Now that you are in my hands, how dare you act so arrogantly? For so many years, just because of you, my ancestors have never even looked at me! You What's so great about you? It's just a matter of luck and getting involved in a few battles with King Zhang. As for Ningyuan Heavy Industry, would you be where you are today if your ancestors weren't biased?" >

Song Zining said calmly: "It's ridiculous."

Song Zian burst out suddenly, grabbed Song Zining by the collar, lifted him up, and shouted: "Do you dare to say that you started Ningyuan Heavy Industry alone? Do you dare to say that your ancestors did not secretly fund you? Do you dare to say? Are you saying that all this is not the result of our ancestors’ partiality? How many years has it been? In the past few years, my Zian Heavy Industry has just started and can only build three types of auxiliary equipment, while your Ningyuan Heavy Industry can build floating ships. Why? I, Song Zian, am not as good as you!"

At the end, Song Zian's face was twisted and ferocious. Or he felt that the hysterical roar was still not enough to relieve his anger. He pushed hard and slammed Song Zining to the ground. He pointed at Song Zining and shouted: "Say it! Just say it!"

Song Zining slowly got up, wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly, "I want to say that Ningyuan Heavy Industry was indeed founded by me, but you will not believe it either."

Song Zian laughed loudly and said: "Do you think I am really stupid? Will you believe your lies? My ancestor's partiality for you can be seen by everyone as long as you are not blind! Otherwise, why should it be you? Why are you the future military god? We are all brothers, how can I, Song Zian, be inferior to you?"

Song Zining straightened his somewhat messy clothes and calmed down. He looked at Song Zian with sympathy in his eyes and said: "We are brothers of the same clan, so there is not much difference. It's just that you have been in the same clan since you were young. Enjoying a comfortable life, even if you practice cultivation, you have never been struggling between life and death. When you are living in fine clothes, see what place I have not been to: Eternal Night, Bloody War, Floating Land, and Neutral Land? Look at you, you are only at the eleventh level now, and even the level has been dropped. Do you think you can be a **** general in this life?"

The more Song Zian listened, the redder his face turned, and he yelled: "Shut up! If you say anything again, I will kill you. Now I can kill you with just one finger!"

Song Zining said calmly: "For the sake of being brothers, I am telling you so much. In fact, our ancestors also made mistakes back then. If you were sent to **** with me, today, I, Song Valve is not much worse than Zhao Valve.”

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