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The old man threw the two men into the cave as if they were trash. "Follow me," the old man said.

Charcoal was surprised that the old man was able to see through his strength with a single glance and was even able to distinguish whether his inner strength was good or bad. Charcoal was amazed that the old man was able to see through his true strength with a single glance and was even able to distinguish whether his inner strength was good or bad.

"Master, I will just randomly flip through the books on the bookshelf, there are only a few that are easy to read, the rest." Before Charcoal could finish, the old man was too lazy to listen, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, the things I can leave behind are all useless to me, just drag these two people along with me, no matter how you look at them."

The big man woke up, and the elder continued to smoke. The big man desperately shouted, "A warrior cannot be killed nor humiliated!" and then bit his tongue to commit suicide.

"You! The old man seemed to have calmed down quite a bit as he walked over to the other man and cut off his tongue. Seeing this cruel blood type scene, Charcoal couldn't help but spit it out.

"Charcoal, give him a slap every day until he's unconscious, and then give him this medicine. "Don't let him die."

"Yes." Yes. Master. "Yes." Charcoal didn't dare to disobey. The old man seemed to be tired. He yawned, nodded his head in satisfaction and left the room.

The big man looked at Charcoal in despair, his eyes filled with pain. He really wanted Charcoal to beat him to death. But Charcoal didn't dare. Charcoal was still a child after all. His nature was kind and he would always whip the man with gentle force. The man looked at Charcoal in surprise. He immediately understood that the boy was not an accomplice and had most likely been caught.

Thus, he yelled out in agreement. The two of them actually came to a tacit understanding. The old man didn't seem to have much interest in managing it. As long as he could hear the screams every day, he would enjoy it.

From then on, the old man often went out, but not for long. As long as the old man wasn't around, Charcoal would feed the man some spirit fruits. To Charcoal, this was his only friend, and the old man wasn't human. Not only was the big man's body not destroyed, but it was even better. The big man didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The effects of the spirit fruit were indeed excellent for mortals. The big man was very grateful to Charcoal.

One day, Charcoal brought some food for the big man to eat. "Child, what's your name?" A small but clear voice came from the big man's throat.

"Eh? "You can't even talk without your tongue?" Charcoal asked in surprise.

"I use ventral language." The big man pointed at his stomach.

"Ah, my master called me Charcoal." Charcoal answered honestly.

"Charcoal?" You're not black. "My name is Chang Feng and I am a government constable. I came to a place called Feishui Town, but who would have thought that I would meet this old monster, me?" Chang Feng slowly said.

"Brother Chang, are you a good person?" Charcoal asked childishly.

"Good people? Sort of. Have you been caught by an old monster since you were a child? "Seeing how he treats you, he does not seem to be your relative, nor does he seem to be your master," Chang Feng asked.

"Him. "He is my master, I was captured three years ago and have been feeding the worms." Charcoal said pitifully.

After that, the two conversed for a long time. Charcoal learned that this shop owner was a martial arts expert with superb techniques of the Sky Breaking Blade, and the bandits that he had caught these past few years were well-known in the martial arts world. It was a pity that the good people didn't get good news, because he was the descendant of that so-called Chang Yuanshan. In the end, he was found by his enemies, and his entire family was exterminated.

Charcoal sympathized with Chang Feng and really wanted to let him go, but he knew that with the elder's ability, it would be easy to catch him again.

"It is unknown when Charcoal started to have such a good brain." Sigh, right now, master is truly too powerful, we simply have no way of escaping. We can only continue to waste time like this, and seeing how old he is, he might not be able to live for many years, waiting for him to return to heaven. "Maybe," Charcoal mumbled to himself.

Chang Feng almost choked, "Do you know who your master is? It was a cultivator! Not a mortal! Their lifespan is longer than us mortals. When you die of old age, he might not even die! "

"Ah?!" Cultivators? What is it? "How could he have lived that long?" Charcoal didn't understand.

"Cultivators are the legendary immortals. Immortals can fly, they can call the wind and summon the rain. Have you ever seen a mortal that can fly?" Chang Feng explained emotionally.

"Oh, you haven't gone out yet. Take me for an example. My martial arts skills are considered top-notch, being able to jump 200 feet horizontally and reach 100 feet high. If there is anything I can step on, I can use my true qi and jump a 1000 feet high cliff. But do you know how powerful this old monster is? He directly flew up 1000 feet into the air and flew for who knows how many miles. I've slept twice during the journey and I've never seen him stop to borrow energy. "It's a demon!" Chang Feng's eyes were filled with fear.

Charcoal knew that his master was not a human being. Not only that, but he was also very afraid of his master, because of the way he killed people and destroyed their families. Although his current master treated him fairly well, he knew that if he didn't leave him, sooner or later there wouldn't be a good ending. However, based on their analysis, any actions were suicidal, so the two of them had no choice but to sigh everyday.

Another day passed. The old man flew back to his cave, flustered and exasperated. "There is even blood in the corner of his mouth. It is clear from one look that he suffered a loss in battle." Damn Bai Yunzi, I only killed one of your David's Deer, and you dare to use Azure Fire Thunder against me? Damn Warlocks, there are so many strange weapons, nine out of ten of them will explode, damn it! Damn it! My body, ah. "It'll take at least a few decades before I can recover." After roaring, the elder rushed to the training room and ate a few bottles of pills as though he was eating beans, unable to wake up from his meditation.

Charcoal and Chang Feng didn't dare to act rashly. They knew that even if the old man didn't have any reaction, as long as they wanted to escape, the old man wouldn't mind silencing them first. Charcoal was sitting in the dungeon, looking at Chang Feng's big brother's corpse. It was already beginning to rot and smell strange.

"Charcoal wants to drag the body out and throw it away." "Charcoal, can I trouble you to help me remove the ring on my big brother's finger. That is something passed down from our ancestors." Chang Feng said.

Charcoal nodded and removed the ring from the corpse. Then, he looked at the bone spike in his dantian. The Five-Colored Soul looked at the chant and chanted, "So these bone spikes are some kind of magical equipment, but they are controlled by soul power." The old man did not know what was good for them, and even though he got a large handful, he still treated them as ordinary tools, but the bone spikes were very durable, and they could even numb a living thing that had been hit. It was very easy to use. He didn't know what material it was made of, but the old man had been using it to catch those poisonous bugs.

Charcoal only felt that with a single thought, the bone spike would fly up by itself. With another thought, it would be able to pierce into the corpse. Chang Feng, who was at the side, stared with his mouth agape, "You. You. "You too."

"No, no, I'm not a cultivator. I don't know why, but it can pierce through me however I want to." Charcoal strangely said.

"Ah?" "The ones on me can also do it." Chang Feng revealed a happy expression.

Charcoal understood. With a thought, his soul chanted a few chants and the bone spike in Chang Feng's dantian automatically withdrew. However, Charcoal did not dare to let it all out. It was just a small amount, allowing Chang Feng to control a bit of his inner force. Chang Feng also understood that with this bit of inner force, his mental state would be much better. Then Charcoal threw the body off the cliff and held the bone spur in his hand. The old man lifted his eyelids and continued meditating.

Charcoal knew that if the old man knew about this ability to control bone spikes, he would definitely be skinned alive. He respectfully placed the bone spikes outside the old man's training room.

The old man didn't seem to notice as he continued to meditate with his eyes closed. After a month, the old man's complexion seemed to have improved a little.

"Merely relying on meditation and pills is too slow, I have to think of another way. Looks like I have to make a trip to that place." "I hope so," the old man said to himself.

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