There was a hint of caution in Zhou Qiubai's voice.
Yang Guyun nodded.
The two of them squeezed into the cave entrance sideways, one behind the other.
At first it was extremely narrow, but only then did it lead to people. After walking dozens of feet, it suddenly became enlightened.
The fishy smell in the air became stronger and stronger, mixed with the pungent smell of medicine, making people feel nauseous.
Zhou Qiubai raised his hand and made a stop gesture.
There is breathing sound.
Not just one, but many, scattered deep in the cave.
Zhou Qiubai Open your eyes.
"There is someone inside." He gestured, "Split up to investigate, and be careful of traps."
The two clung to the cave wall and moved forward silently.
Traces of artificial excavation gradually appeared in the depths of the cave. Grooves were cut into the stone walls, and oil lamps were placed inside.
Turning a corner, there is more space in front of you.
This is an underground space as big as half a football field.
How to describe it?
It's a bit similar to the size of the underground cave Snake Spirit Headquarters.
There are several square pools dug in the center. The liquid in the pools is turbid and glows with a strange dark red color, with unknown debris floating on the surface.
The most shocking thing is those people.
About twenty people were locked in an iron cage.
Their bodies underwent strange mutations.
Scales sprouted from his arms, and bone spurs bulged from his back.
It feels like Martial Soul Mutation can't take it back.
Zhou Qiubai's fists were clenched, and anger instantly surged into his heart.
"Who?" A sharp shout came from the depths of the cave.
Seven or eight figures spotted Zhou Qiubai and rushed out from all around.
All dressed in black, with simple masks on their faces.
The leader was a burly man, about forty years old, with a hideous scar on his face and holding a heavy hammer in his hand.
"Soul King." Yang Guyun whispered.
Zhou Qiubai nodded, but it was a little strange.
Because the Soul Power on this strong man's body fluctuates very strangely. Although it has the strength of Soul King, it feels like a building with an empty skeleton but no flesh and blood. It looks tall but is actually empty.
"Who are you?" The scarred man roared, "How did you find this place?"
Zhou Qiubai didn't answer. He glanced at the iron cages and said in a voice as cold as ice, "Did you arrest these people?"
"So what?" The strong man sneered, "It's an honor for a bunch of losers to dedicate themselves to a great cause!"
"A great cause?" Zhou Qiubai raised his eyebrows with sarcasm in his tone, "What cause?"
"Of course it is to overthrow Soul Master!" The strong man's eyes ignited with a fanatical light, "You high-ranking Soul Master, relying on Martial Soul and Soul Power, bully ordinary people like us! Why? Why should we be inferior?!"
The Black Clothes people behind him all echoed, roaring one after another.
"Yes! Why?!"
"We also want power!"
"Soul Master deserve to die!"
Zhou Qiubai suddenly laughed, a little ironic and a little sad.
"So, you capture these ordinary people like you," he pointed to the iron cage, "Use them for experiments and make them worse than death. Just to... gain power and then bully others?"
The strong man hesitated, then shouted, "What do you know? We are doing this for our ideals, for all the people who don't have Soul Power!"
"Ideal?" Zhou Qiubai shook his head, "Your ideal is to become the kind of person you hate most?"
He paused and his voice became colder. "Moreover, who told you that Soul Master can definitely bully ordinary people? Who told you that without Soul Power, you are inferior to others? In this world, there are many ordinary people who live upright, and there are also many Soul Master who are unknown. Blaming everything on Martial Soul is just an excuse made by a coward for himself."
The strong man's face turned red and he was furious. "Stop talking nonsense! Now that we are here, no one can leave!"
It seems that this guy has been underground for too long and doesn't even know what happened above ground recently.
He swung the heavy hammer, exerted force with his feet, and his whole body rushed towards him like a cannonball.
Zhou Qiubai didn't have a hard connection, his body swayed, and Floating Cloud Nine Palace Steps stepped out.
The heavy hammer smashed into the air, creating a big crater on the ground.
The strong man roared, turned around and struck again, but Zhou Qiubai's figure was always walking around three feet away from him. White Clothes was fluttering, and the sword was not unsheathed, but it already made the strong man exhausted.
"Boss, let's help you!" The other Black Clothes people wanted to rush forward, but were stopped by Yang Guyun with a long spear.
The spear is like a black dragon, every time it thrusts out,
They all targeted Black Clothes people accurately, not killing people, only discharging their strength.
In less than half a minute, all seven Black Clothes people had their weapons thrown away and fell to the ground groaning while holding their wounds.
By this time, Zhou Qiubai had had enough fun.
He stopped, stood three feet in front of the strong man, and said calmly, "It's over."
"End?" The strong man smiled ferociously, "This is just the beginning!"
He suddenly took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.
The strong man's body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, his muscles were knotted, his veins were bulging, his eyes were red, and he was panting like an ox.
"Power... this is power!"
He swung the hammer again, this time the speed and power were more than three times stronger than before!
Zhou Qiubai's eyes narrowed slightly.
The power of the medicine forcibly stimulates the potential, which can indeed improve the strength in a short period of time.
But what's the cost?
I'm afraid even if he can run, he won't survive for long.
"Pathetic."
He uttered two words and finally drew his sword.
The moment White Clothes Sword was unsheathed, the cave seemed to light up for a moment.
There are no fancy sword moves, just a simple stab.
Dawn Wind and Waning Moon.
Like the wind blowing on your face, like the moon without a trace.
The strong man wanted to block it, but the hammer was too heavy and too slow.
He wanted to hide, but his body was too bloated by the drug and he was not flexible enough.
Poof.
The tip of the sword penetrated the chest, penetrated three inches, and stopped one inch in front of the heart.
Zhou Qiubai Sheathed the sword, the strong man's body froze, and he looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Why... why?" He murmured, "I obviously... obviously have power..."
"That's not power." Zhou Qiubai shook off the blood beads on the tip of the sword, "It's a curse."
The strong man fell to the ground suddenly.
The medicine had backfired, and coupled with the sword wound, there was no chance of his survival.
But he stared at Zhou Qiubai and used his last strength to shout, "You...Soul Master... will not always be high and mighty, one day... one day..."
The sound stopped suddenly, Zhou Qiubai looked at the corpse in silence for a long time, and sighed softly.
"Poor people must be hateful."
Yang Guyun walked to him and whispered, "It's solved."
"Yeah." Zhou Qiubai put away his sword, "Save people."
The two men opened the iron cage and helped the imprisoned people out one by one.
Most of them are weak, and some don't even have the strength to stand.
Zhou Qiubai took out water and dry food from Storage Ring and gave them to them one by one.
"Thank... Thank you, benefactor?"
A young man knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
Zhou Qiubai hurriedly helped him up.
"We are mercenaries, here after accepting a mission."
He spoke frankly and made no secret of his purpose.
Saving people is one thing, completing tasks and getting money is another.
One is one, two is two, do not flaunt how great you are, and do not hide your selfishness.
This is the magnanimity of Jiang Hu Ke.