The damp and dark dungeon was filled with the breath of death everywhere.

Leng Mingyan has been locked up here for more than half a month, but he just tied him with chains like this, without any punishment, and no one came to see him. He would only bring in some food from that small window every day.

He didn't know how it was going outside now. He was just a little guess about the person who arrested him, but he couldn't figure out what the purpose of this person was.

At this moment, Leng Mingyan's heart was shocked by listening to the uncomfortable voice.

He said that the ancestral land, then this person...

"Who are you?" Leng Mingyan's voice was hoarse and his words were weak.

"Who am I? Haven't you found it all?"

The man walked in slowly, walked around Leng Mingyan, looked him up and down, and suddenly laughed:

"I am worthy of being the descendant of the third brother. I am really the same as the abandoned third brother, and I can't take any action."

"You...who are you?" Leng Mingyan's heart sank a little.

During this period, he had tried countless ways to escape, but he could not break free from the iron chain that locked his hands and feet.

He could only wait for someone to come over and then wait for an opportunity to find an opportunity.

But what was waiting for was this - an old monster.

He kept checking, but he always thought that these were just descendants of that man.

But what he meant...

Could this person in front of me be Leng Zichang, the traitor who killed the city lord more than a hundred years ago and defected from Wuxiang City?!

But how is this possible?

If it was him, he would be at least over 150 years old, about the same age as Mr. Ye.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems nothing strange. Old Ye can have an adventure to live to be over 150 years old. Who can guarantee that there is no one else in this world who has the same adventure?

For a moment, Leng Mingyan's heart was stormy.

If this is really Leng Zichang, then...

"If you don't change your name or your surname, you won't change your surname. Your grandfather, I am Leng Zichang, the 18th generation city lord of Wuxiang City."

Leng Mingyan's heart completely sank to the bottom.

It's really him.

"This is impossible, how could anyone live for so long?"

Leng Mingyan retorted, but was already thinking about how to escape from this man.

This is just an old monster, and as far as the news he found, all the masters that appeared in Xishi were made by this old monster.

I'm afraid that even if Ye is old, he may not be able to deal with such an old monster.

Moreover, although there are not many records of this person in Wuxiangcheng history, there are only a few words.

This is a rare martial arts medicine genius. Because he is obsessed with martial arts and medicine, he is indifferent to his brothers and sisters in the clan, and even attacks his elder brother.

"What's impossible? Didn't Ye Zien live for so long?"

Leng Zichang said indifferently. Although her hair and beard were gray, she didn't look old at all when she spoke, but instead showed arrogance.

He looked at Leng Mingyan with disdain and sneered: "I originally wanted to be the emperor who unified the four countries, but you have to mix in, just one small island and take it down together."

"This world is the world of the strong, hahahaha..."

Leng Zichang smiled and turned around and left, leaving only one sentence:

"You wait here with peace of mind, probably someone will come to save you. I haven't seen my brother-in-law for a long time. It's time to meet you."

It was the sound of the heavy door being closed again.

The calm was restored in the dungeon again.

But Leng Mingyan couldn't calm down for a long time.

He is really from Old Ye’s generation, another old monster who has lived for more than 150 years!

More importantly, he actually wanted to use himself to attract Mr. Ye.

Will Mr. Ye be his opponent?

Leng Mingyan didn't know, and he felt anxious and couldn't calm down for a long time.

No, you have to find a way to escape.

You must tell Mr. Ye all the information you have.

Leng Mingyan struggled violently, but he didn't know what these chains that locked him were made of, so he couldn't break free.

The sound of "crashing" came one after another, and it took more than an hour to lift it.

But these sounds didn't even come out.

Above the dungeon, there is a palace.

No one knows that there is a dungeon under this palace.

Leng Zichang, with white hair and beard, appeared in the palace and ordered lightly: "Are the person taking the pills ready today?"

"It's ready, all in the apse."

"Um."

Leng Zichang responded lightly and walked towards the back hall.

This palace is very big. From the front hall, it looks like a more gorgeous palace, but the back hall connects the entire back mountain.

There were already three teams waiting in the back hall.

These teams have at least a hundred people, and three teams, at least three hundred people.

Seeing Leng Zichang coming, they all respectfully called out: "Master Master."

Leng Zichang glanced at them lightly, waved his hands casually, and immediately someone held several boxes and took out pills from them, and distributed them to everyone one by one.

"Okay, let's start."

Leng Zichang said lightly.

More than 300 people, some hesitated, and some swallowed the pill without hesitation.

Seeing these people swallowing, the others gritted their teeth and swallowed the pills.

These medicines have a 30% chance of becoming peerless strong men. Once they succeed, they will no longer be ordinary soldiers, but can join the top soldiers of the Imperial Guard.

The Imperial Guards were the emperor's personal soldiers, and each of them was a top expert who survived after taking pills.

As long as they join the Imperial Guard, they will all be successful from now on.

Those who could come here were voluntarily. They were a little hesitant when they swallowed the medicine, but in the end they all swallowed the pills.

Leng Zichang watched everyone swallow the medicine and left.

A tragedy on earth will soon be staged here, and everyone will struggle in pain, and in the end they can only leave dozens of people.

"Wait and let me know when everything is over."

As Leng Zichang left, the painful screams had already begun.

Some people couldn't withstand the medicine and fell down, while others were still fighting desperately.

Gradually, more and more people fell down.

The people who were guarding not far away looked at all this coldly, and it was already commonplace.

"It's really worse than the other batch. There was a 30% chance before. In recent years, 20% chance of surviving are not coming."

"You think everyone is us, but these are ordinary soldiers. It would be great to say that it would be better to survive. This is a covetous gift from the leader, and it is not something that ordinary people can handle."

"Too."

They whispered, watching more than 300 people fall down one by one, and in the end they knew that less than 30 people were left.

These thirty people are still struggling desperately.

"I fell a few more times, and now I really have no chance of surviving." The people shook their heads and sighed.

A full day later, Leng Zichang appeared again: "How is it?"

"Report to the leader, twenty-five people succeeded this time."

"Is there only twenty-five people? Is there a 10% chance of not having any?" Leng Zichang murmured to himself.

The efficacy of the medicine is getting worse and worse. If this continues, I don’t know if one of the 100 people will survive the elixirs that will be released in the future.
Chapter completed!