The young man heard the howling wind above his head and rolled to the side, barely avoiding He Kui's landing point.
He Kui stepped on his feet when he landed, causing gravel to fly. The boy was hit in the back by the gravel. He grunted, but without stopping, he climbed over a short slope and ran towards the vegetable patch below.
"Can you run away?"
He Kui kicked his feet, and his figure shot out. After a few ups and downs, he caught up with the young man.
He reached out with his right hand, grabbed the young man's collar, and pulled him back violently.
The young man was dragged off his feet from the ground, flew backwards, and fell heavily on the ridge next to the vegetable field.
He Kui I thought that this fall was enough to make the boy lose his ability to resist, but when he landed, the boy rolled around on the ground, gritted his teeth and got up again, stepping on the mud with his bare feet and assuming a defensive posture.
"It's pretty tough."
He Kui The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he walked forward leisurely.
The aura around that young man was weak, and he could barely reach the Ming Jin threshold, posing no threat to him at all.
He Kui lost interest after just one glance.
Early Ming Jin, normally he wouldn't even bother to look at it, but since he bumped into it, it doesn't matter if he takes it back with him.
"Boy, do you want to come with me yourself, or let me knock you unconscious and drag you back?"
He Kui spoke in a lazy tone, folded his arms, and looked down at the young man.
The young man did not answer. His eyes flicked back and forth between He Kui and the two men in black approaching behind him, like a wild dog forced into a desperate situation.
"Run, why don't you run?"
A man in black approached with a ferocious smile.
The young man gritted his teeth suddenly, dwarfed his body, grabbed a handful of mud from the ground and threw it towards the face of the nearest man in black.
The mud scattered in the air, and the man in black subconsciously turned his head and closed his eyes. The young man took the opportunity to escape from the side.
"Damn, it's pretty slippery!"
The man in black wiped his face angrily and started to chase after him.
He Kui raised his hand to stop him.
"I'll come."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared from where he was.
The next moment, he appeared directly in front of the young man, stretched out his left foot, and lightly hooked it.
The young man was unable to stop his momentum in time, and was tripped up into the air. He fell heavily onto the gravel beach down the slope and was unable to get up for a long time.
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
He Kui walked forward and ordered the two men in black who were already approaching, "Tie them up and take them back."
"Yes."
One person pulled out the hemp rope from his waist, tied the boy's hands behind his back, and wrapped them twice around his ankles, tying them tightly.
Two men in black held the boy's arms, one on the left and the other on the right, dragging him out of the vegetable field and towards the alley outside Yongning Ward.
There was a black-covered carriage parked at the alley outside Yongning Ward, with a coachman sitting on the shaft. Seeing He Kui escorting someone over, he jumped out of the car in a hurry and opened the curtain.
"Sir, I have gained quite a lot from this trip today."
He Kui ignored him and raised his chin towards the two men in black.
The two of them understood and pushed the young man into the car. Then they jumped on the car from left to right and pinned him firmly to the floor of the car.
"Go back."
He Kui climbed onto the shaft of the carriage, the driver flicked his whip, and the carriage ran over the potholed alleyway, heading towards the Wang Family mansion.
Along the way, the young man kept his head lowered and remained silent.
The carriage stopped at the back door of the Wang Family mansion.
He Kui jumped out of the car and handed a bronze medal to the concierge. After the concierge checked it, the side door opened silently.
The carriage drove slowly in, and finally stopped in a side courtyard connected to the backyard and the dungeon entrance.
There was another carriage parked in the side yard, and several men in black were dragging people out of the carriage, one after another, with extremely rough movements.
"Master He."
A man in gray robe came out from the side hall of the courtyard, holding a roster in his hand. After flipping it open, he dipped his pen in ink and nodded to He Kui.
"How many are there today?"
"Three."
He Kui pursed his lips toward the car. "One Early An Jin and two Ming Jin are both in the car."
The man in gray robe walked to the car, opened the curtain and took a quick look, his eyes lingering on the Early An Jin man for a moment.
"Early An Jin, put it on the second floor."
He took a pen and made a few notes on the roster, and then said to the two men in black, "Put the two Ming Jin ones on the top."
"Yes."
Two men in black pulled the three people out of the car and pushed them towards the depths of the side courtyard.
The boy's arm was held by a man in black, and he staggered behind him.
But what no one noticed was that the boy was scanning the surroundings rapidly from the corner of his eyes.
The side courtyard is not big, with walls on three sides. In front is a low green brick hut, with two dim lanterns hung in front of the house.
On each side of the hut, there was a man in gray robe standing with his arms folded, his aura restrained, but the faint and cold aura around him could not be hidden at all.
Peak An Jin, or Early Transforming Force.
The young man secretly made a judgment in his heart.
Two men in black escorted the three people through the side courtyard and towards the main entrance of the dungeon.
The door of the dungeon was opened from the inside, and a narrow passage appeared in front of you. On both sides of the passage were stone steps made of bluestone, which snaked downwards. The rosin torch in the depths illuminated the stone steps as if it were daylight.
From time to time, there was a turbid echo coming from the depths of the passage, mixed with the crisp sound of the iron chain colliding and the occasional groan. The air was filled with a thick musty smell that could not be resolved.
The man in black escorted the three people down the stone steps.
The stone steps are very narrow, allowing only two people to walk side by side. There is a rosin torch embedded in the stone walls on both sides every few steps, burning continuously.
The further down you go, the stronger the musty smell in the air becomes.
After walking up about twenty stone steps, the end of the passage suddenly opened up, and what came into view was a space as big as two or three basketball courts.
Many criss-crossing corridors divide this space into independent cells.
Most of the cells were filled with people. Some were leaning against the wall with their eyes closed, some were squatting in the corner and holding their heads in silence, while others were leaning on the iron railings and looking out.
The young man glanced at it.
These are all Ming Jin level martial artists with low cultivation. Most of them are martial arts disciples or street people Rogue Cultivator. They were captured by the Heavenly Demon Sect people and imprisoned here.
A man in black pushed him to an empty cell at the end of the corridor on the far right, opened the iron bars, and pushed him inside.
"Go in and stay here for me."
The man in black loosened the ropes around his hands and feet, then locked the door with a bang, turned around and left.
The young man looked at his unbound hands, then looked at the back of the man in black, and suddenly there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
It seems that warriors at the Ming Jin level are not even qualified to use Essence-Locking Chain in their eyes, which invisibly saves him a lot of effort.