Carrying a bamboo basket with some wine and food inside, Ji Hao walked in a dark corridor.∑.

The corridor opened up by the knife and axe chopping is rough and simple, but extremely solid. On the thick rock walls, black iron and earthy runes flash from time to time. The great witches of the Witch Palace set up "copper wall talismans" and "iron wall talismans" in the rock walls. An inch of rock is stronger than a thick iron plate.

In the corridor, seven or eight heavy-armored human warriors stood every one hundred feet. The soldiers standing under the wall did not move at all, and could not even hear their breathing. They were cold and ruthless, as dead as fighting puppets.

After walking for more than a moment, iron fences appeared on both sides of the corridor. Behind the fences were spacious prisons, filled with prisoners captured by the various armies of the Heavenly Man race.

When Ji Hao walked over, an alien slave with a yellowish skin in a prison and a dark green surface rushed over, and his whole body was hung on the fence, and his long arms grabbed Ji Hao through the fence.

"Damn natives, why don't you let Mr. Zhalu go quickly! Do you know who Mr. Zhalu's master is? If you dare to imprison Mr. Zhalu, Mr. Zhalu's master will definitely cut you into pieces."

Ji Hao slapped him. Mr. Zalu, who had just reached the Little Witch Realm, screamed with a tragic sound, half of his arm was shattered, and plasma spilled all over the ground.

Zhalu cried and shouted, holding his broken arm and retracted into the cage. The other prisoners who wanted to rush over to threaten Ji Hao retreated one by one and looked at Ji Hao timidly.

Once Ji Hao looked at them, these slave warriors of the alien race bowed their heads one after another, and none of them dared to look at Ji Hao's eyes. Ji Hao said coldly: "A group of dogs who wag their tails and beg for mercy, how dare they be so arrogant when they get here?"

Several slave warriors raised their heads and wanted to argue with Ji Hao. But when they saw the plasma spurted out of Zhalu on the ground, the slave warriors twitched their bodies and lowered their heads in great fear, not daring to make any sound.

Walking to a cage, Ji Hao took out a jade talisman and pressed it on the iron fence. The iron fence rumbled up, and Ji Hao walked in.

The dark walls were covered with blood marks, accompanied by a low "buzzing" sound. From time to time, dense runes lit up on the rock walls. There were no lights in the prison, but the light on these runes was enough to make people see everything clearly.

Dozens of chains as thick as thumbs stretched out from the rock wall, and Ji Feng's pipa bones and kneecaps were penetrated by iron chains, curled up weakly under the rock wall. Looking closely, a chain was much thinner than the ordinary chain. However, the dark gold-colored chain penetrated his spine, and under the skin near his spine, there were nine dragon claw-shaped bulges.

‘Witch Soul Nine Dragon Lock’ is a very famous torture tool in the Witch Palace. Not to mention Ji Feng, a great witch who has opened more than a thousand witch caves, even a witch king, as long as he is imprisoned by the Nine Dragon Lock, he will not be able to struggle to escape.

Ji Hao took out the wine and food from the bamboo basket, placed it neatly in front of Ji Feng, took out a big bowl of wine, poured Ji Feng a bowl of wine, and brought it to him.

"Is it the Soul-Breaking Wine? I'll be executed after drinking it?" Ji Feng struggled hard for a moment, folded his body, sat upright under the rock wall, and looked at Ji Hao with deep eyes.

"You are a member of the Jinwu tribe, so let's see you." Ji Hao put the wine bowl to Ji Feng's mouth and said coldly: "It's rare to meet a member of the same origin and vein in Zhonglu."

Ji Feng was stunned. He bit on the edge of the wine bowl, raised his head, and a bowl of wine 'gudong' entered his stomach. He gently swung his neck and flew back to Ji Hao's hand. Ji Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at Ji Hao up and down.

"Is there anything good to look at?" Ji Hao sat cross-legged across from Ji Feng, changed into a wine bowl, and gave himself a bowl of wine.

"I still haven't figured out why... you've seen through my brothers and me for you, and were you deliberately going to you?" Ji Feng looked at Ji Hao in confusion: "But I've used this method before."

Ji Feng narrowed his eyes and said, "I have used this method before. First, I have a conflict with their people, and then we have a drink together. I heard that they are all tribes from the Southern Wilderness, and everyone will relax their vigilance. Then I took the opportunity to raid, and they were killed by me without any precautions. Why can't I kill you this time?"

Looking at Ji Feng with a puzzled look, Ji Hao sighed: "When you attack Yu Mu, I already treated you as enemies. Although I later learned that you were members of the Jinwu tribe... I didn't relax my guard at all, and I still treat you as enemies!"

Ji Feng looked at Ji Hao with a grin and roared in confusion: "But this shouldn't be! You are just a doll with no hair. You are from the ghost place in the Nanhuang. How could you have so many ghostly minds? How many people who are older than you and have more experience than you have been fooled?"

Ji Hao shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.

Ghostly eyes? Haha, can those rough and generous soldiers in the Southland who burst into tears when they see their fellow villagers, and relax all their vigilance be compared with themselves? Ninety-ninety% of the Southland soldiers are stupid people, and occasionally they can't even play tricks.

And myself...

"You lose unfairly!" Ji Hao looked at Ji Feng and said coldly: "I have never really regarded you as trustworthy people, so you lose unfairly. I came to see you, just want to ask why."

"You are a member of the Jinwu tribe. Your ancestors were captured by foreigners and turned into slaves. You should have a deep hatred with them. Why did you become their lackey?" Ji Hao looked at Ji Feng and asked in confusion: "Because your father, Emu, are in their hands?"

Ji Feng was silent for a while and looked at the wine bowl.

Ji Hao poured him another bowl of wine and gave it to him for him to drink.

Ji Feng breathed a sigh of relief, squinted his eyes and said, "For them? What do you think? My dad, Emu, is now the chief supervisor of the master's mine. They are in charge of 200,000 mine slaves working for their masters. I am willing to do so, no one forces them."

"Me too. When I was five years old, I took the initiative to participate in the training camp opened by my master, specializing in learning how to disguise, how to penetrate into the human race, how to pretend to be a 'pure human', and how to hide and hide within the human race."

"I have learned a lot, including assassination, corpse destruction, spy on intelligence, and various clever means of contact." Ji Feng looked at Ji Hao and said sincerely: "You will never think of what I learned."

‘Things that you will never think of’? Ji Hao looked at Ji Feng with a strange smile. What Ji Hao learned in his previous life was probably the advanced thing they had never thought about. At least if Ji Feng’s attack was replaced by Ji Hao, he would not have been so careless and made so many mistakes.

"Why?" Ji Hao continued to ask: "Why are their lackeys?"
Chapter completed!