Prisoner

Ye Fan listened carefully to the passage found in the maze and found that there were a lot of dull footsteps coming from deep in the passage.

It seemed that a group of people were excavating underground rocks and hauling heavy objects. There were sounds of friction on the ground, loud yelling and whipping.

"There seem to be a lot of people down here...or ghosts? I'm afraid we are no match! Just the ghost leader 'Ghost Face', the leader of the sand bandits, has already made us very embarrassed when we attacked the sand village. What if? If a group of ghost disciples with the same strength as Ghost Face appear, I'm afraid none of us will survive."

Zhao Zhong lay on the rock and listened for a while, exclaimed in a low voice and turned a little pale.

He regretted a little and came to this underground palace to look for treasures. The treasure was not found yet, but instead a large group of ghost warriors were found. This is too bad luck.

The other people also looked surprised, and they also heard these noisy sounds underground.

The number of people underground was at least dozens of times greater than their seven Martial Lords. This was simply a life-threatening number.

"Listen to the sounds down here, I'm afraid they're not all ghosts! Otherwise there wouldn't be sounds of yelling and whipping. I'll go down first to see what's going on, and you guys will come back down later!"

Ye Fan shook his head, thought about it and said to everyone.

Then, he used the Flash Step Technique, and in a few flashes, he quietly passed through the hundred-foot-long passage leading to the underground.

He leaned against the rock wall and looked inside carefully.

The exit is a stone door, and inside is a very huge underground palace, with large rock tiles on the ground. The edge of the palace can barely be seen, and it is estimated to be no less than ten miles in size.

This shocked Ye Fan.

Such a large-scale underground palace occupies almost half of the canyon oasis on the ground. Although it is an underground palace, it is not completely dark. In many places, burning torches illuminated parts of the gloomy place.

At various heights in the underground palace, there were no less than a dozen ghost disciples in black armor standing vaguely, wearing uniform masks to cover their faces, holding long whips, patrolling back and forth, and shouting loudly in the distance from time to time.

Their masks were exactly the same as those worn by the bandit leader Gui Mian.

Scattered around this underground palace are hundreds of people in ragged clothes and shackled hands. Most of them are excavating rocks on the mountain wall with shovels, a few are carrying rocks, and dozens of people are building underground palace buildings. It seems that this huge underground palace is being expanded.

When these prisoners slacked off even a little bit in their work, the black armor who was patrolling and supervising them scolded them angrily and whipped them hard.

Perhaps the ghost disciples in black armor were very sure that no one could break in, so they did not place guards at the door. The ghosts' limited manpower is used to supervise the prisoners' work.

"More than a dozen ghost disciples and hundreds of imprisoned humans...are transforming this underground palace?!"

Ye Fan gradually understood something in his heart.

Although it is not clear why the ghost disciples want to transform this underground palace. But he had estimated the number of people in this underground palace.

The number of ghost disciples was not large, but he did not know the cultivation strength of these ghost disciples, and he did not dare to take action easily.

This underground palace is at least no less than ten miles in size. There are only more than ten ghost disciples, and they cannot even monitor every corner of the underground palace.

Soon, Mu Bing, Qin Yuer and others also sneaked up beside him.

 "How's it going?"

"Fortunately, there are not too many ghost disciples! However, we must first find out their cultivation strength before we start."

 "How to do it?"

"There are no less than three to four hundred prisoners here. They must have some idea of the strength of these ghost disciples! Let's lurk there and ask someone to ask!"

"But they are all working. If anyone stops, the ghosts will definitely find out."

"They always have a break."

...

Ye Fan and everyone sneaked into this huge underground palace from a remote and dark corner.

It is impossible for more than ten ghost disciples to monitor every corner of this underground palace, and their attention is almost entirely on supervising the prisoners' work, and they did not notice that someone actually passed through the maze above and sneaked into this real underground palace. Inside the palace.

Ye Fan slowly sneaked in from the no-man's land on the remote edge of the underground palace.

Half a day later, after a ghost leader called for dinner, all the hundreds of prisoners numbly put down their tools one by one, took their rice bowls and filled them with some dry rice and steamed buns, and then scattered in twos and threes throughout the palace. Eat and rest.

None of the hundreds of prisoners spoke. Almost all of them were extremely numb. They were imprisoned in this underground palace as slaves, just waiting to die.

Even the ghost disciples relaxed and stopped supervising the prisoners, gathering together to eat, drink and have fun.

Mu Bing whispered, "There are so many prisoners, I'm afraid many of them are low-level warriors. Who should we ask about the situation here?"

"Of course I'll find the strongest one!"

Ye Fan looked at the prisoners.

Although these hundreds of prisoners are all wearing shackles, these shackles are not the same. To trap a warrior, only ordinary iron shackles are needed, but for a warrior, a stronger mysterious weapon shackles are definitely needed.

He soon discovered that among the large group of prisoners, there was a dark-faced man who was blind in one eye, but the other eye was like a copper bell. Not only was he wearing a pair of heavy black iron shackles on his hands, but even on his legs He was also tied up with a pair of heavy black iron shackles. He had numerous whip wounds on his body and looked extremely ferocious.

It seems that this one-eyed man received "special" treatment and was imprisoned more severely than everyone else. He should be a Martial Lord, and probably a mid-level Martial Lord or above.

This big man dragged his heavy shackles and carried a rice bowl to the corner to eat alone.

Ye Fan asked Mu Bing and the other six to monitor the ghost prisoners in black armor, while he went alone to contact the middle-aged prisoner with a black face.

Ye Fan quietly sneaked into the dark corner near the middle-aged prisoner and made a silent gesture.

The one-eyed man saw Ye Fan suddenly appearing in front of him. Ye Fan was not shackled, and it was obvious from his clothes that he was not a prisoner. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and a look of surprise suddenly flashed in his dim and numb eyes.

 "you...?"

"Adventurer!"

After Ye Fan finished speaking in a low voice, he just looked at the one-eyed man. He didn't say anything more, giving the one-eyed man some time to digest.

The three words "adventurer" are enough to indicate his identity and intentions.

On the Shenwu Continent, adventurers will enter any unknown place at any cost to explore all unknown mysteries. This underground palace is no exception.

The vast majority of human adventurers are staunch human warriors and will not side with the ghosts.

The one-eyed man stayed for a while, and finally came back to his senses. There was a look on his face, and he exclaimed: "There are actually adventurers who can sneak into this underground palace. You are better than me! I was also an adventurer back then, but I was captured by the bandit leader Ghost Face outside the canyon, and was imprisoned here for five years. The fact that you were able to escape Ghost Face and sneak into this underground palace shows how good you are at stealth."

"Did you think of a way to escape?"

Ye Fan asked in a deep voice. If these prisoners no longer have the will to escape, then his rescue will be in vain.

"You can't escape! In this underground palace alone, there are thirteen ghost disciples who believe in ghost worship, Wu Zun, guarding them. It is difficult to get rid of them. Besides, there is a maze outside. Those prisoners who cannot bear to escape will finally They are all lost in the maze, and countless people have died in it. However, if you can sneak in, you must have cracked the maze. Maybe you can lead us out."

The one-eyed man looked a little excited, but when he thought of those ghost disciples, he quickly shook his head in frustration, "No, there are thirteen ghost disciples Martial Lord here, and there are three Martial Lords of the sand bandits Ghost Face, Liusha and Shanmao outside the Grand Canyon. Even if Even if we break out of the maze, we can't escape from this canyon. We can't escape from this vast desert that is thousands of miles away."

Ye Fan nodded with satisfaction. The one-eyed man's words at least showed that they were still trying to escape. It's just that it's too difficult and escape is almost impossible.

He then said calmly: "The three bandit leaders, Gui Mian, Liu Sha and Shan Mao, have been killed by me and my people!"

"What! Ghost Face and his Scorpion King are so powerful, you can kill him?"

The one-eyed man was shocked, raised his head in disbelief, and looked at Mark.

At first, he had little resistance and was caught by Ghost Face and his Scorpion King. He knew how powerful Ghost Face was.

He looked at Ye Fan, and then at the few martial arts masters who were hiding with Ye Fan not far away, and was very surprised.

But looking at Ye Fan's expression, it didn't look like he was lying at all.

And there is no need for Ye Fan to lie to a prisoner like him who is waiting to die as a slave in the underground palace. There is nothing to gain from him!

The one-eyed man laughed at himself and was completely relieved, "My one-eyed man, if there is anything you need me to do, just tell me."

"There are seven Martial Lords in my team. The only thing that needs to be dealt with now are the more than ten ghost disciples. Killing them will save you! How much do you know about them? How about their cultivation and combat effectiveness?"

Ye Fan asked carefully.

"The leader of the Sand Bandits, Gui Mian, is the strongest one among this group of ghost disciples. The thirteen ghost disciples in this underground palace are almost all in the first and second levels of the early martial master level. The strongest leader of the ghost disciples is at the martial master level. The fourth floor. I once tried to escape and found that his cultivation level is similar to mine, much worse than Ghost Face. Unfortunately, I don't have a mysterious weapon in my hand, so I am no match for him."

The one-eyed man was annoyed and said with great hatred.

The deep whip marks all over his body were from being whipped when he tried to escape. He was whipped to death and beaten half to death.

Ye Fan thought for a moment. The thirteen ghost disciples who were in the early to middle stages of the Martial Lord were obviously nearly twice as powerful as the seven Martial Lords on his side.

If the two sides fight, there will definitely be casualties on one's side, and even a disastrous defeat.

Ye Fan asked again: "How many famous clan warriors are there among the prisoners in this underground palace?"

"Including me, there are a total of more than 20 warriors, almost all of whom are from Xiayang County. They came to this desert to explore and practice in the past few years and were caught. The rest are more than 300 warriors who are weaker. . Calculated, we have more people here than them, but we don't have any mysterious weapons in our hands, and we are wearing these extremely strong mysterious iron shackles, so we can't help you much."

The one-eyed man looked helpless.

"It doesn't matter. I killed Ghost Face, the leader of the sand bandits, and found more than twenty mysterious weapons in a storage bag. I'm afraid these mysterious weapons are the mysterious weapons of you Martial Lords. Even if they are not yours, just make do with them. It can be used even if you wear it!"

Ye Fan couldn't help but smile, and took out several mysterious weapons from a storage bag and gave them to the one-eyed man to take a look.

"Okay, with these mysterious weapons, we prisoners are enough to give the ghosts a fight!"

The one-eyed man was immediately overjoyed and clenched his iron fist in high spirits.

He suddenly remembered something, "By the way, in addition to the thirteen half-human, half-ghost ghost disciples, there is also a real ghost tribe in this underground palace! This opponent is even more terrifying."

 "who?"

"Ghost girl!"