Chu Huan could not observe more places when transporting iron ore, and the cave was monitored very closely. When you thought there was no one around, a disciple of the Tianmen with a black scarf would suddenly appear. Chu Huan could not even find a chance to talk to Ma Zheng. Even if this place was not the old nest of Tianmendao in Anyi, it would definitely be an extremely important nest. He could not judge how many Tianmen disciples there were here at this time, but he knew that he could almost enter the tiger's den alone this time. Once his traces were exposed, it would be impossible for him to leave here alive.

At this time, he could only bear it for a while, and remained silent. After more than twenty times, Chu Huan was energetic, but he was a little tired at this time. The villagers who were held hostage to act as slaves all looked even more exhausted. Some of them seemed to have almost exhausted their physical strength, but under the whip, they could only support them with their will.

Chu Huan knew that if this continued, there would always be someone who would be exhausted to death. He listened to the conversation between the disciples of Tianmen before, but they seemed to be inadequate in their hands, so they would not have let everyone die of exhaustion.

He guessed that when many people were so tired that they were about to fall into slump, the Black Turban man indeed gathered the group of people together, forty or fifty people squeezed together, and then someone carried a few buckets of water and put steamed buns in a big basket. The steamed buns were naturally the kind of black steamed buns that were cold like stones. After all, these people had to do physical work. If they could not replenish their physical strength, it would naturally not be of any benefit to the Tianmen Dao.

"After eating, go to bed immediately." A black scarf man said in a deep voice: "Give you two hours to sleep, and after two hours, get up and work immediately..."

Everyone took a steamed bun and started to swallow it. Chu Huan thought these people were too hungry, but soon discovered the reason. Hunger might be just one of the reasons, but these people swallowed the steamed buns as fast as possible, immediately fell asleep. Some people lay on the hard stone floor, while others leaned on the mountain wall. In the blink of an eye, they could hear the snoring sound, which shows how tired and tired these people were.

Chu Huan sat leaning against the mountain wall, biting the already hard steamed bun. Ma Zheng was next to Chu Huan, and Liu Suifeng was not far away. He saw several black scarf men gathering together not far away, talking and laughing, but his voice was very low. Ma Zheng lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, what should we do next?" They came in with fishing in this troubled waters and had already discussed it in advance and could not be called an adult.

Chu Huan saw that no one was paying attention to him. Most of the people around him were asleep. He approached Ma Zheng and lowered his voice and said, "There should be mechanisms here. If you don't understand the terrain and other situations, even if the officers and soldiers come to encircle and suppress them, they may not be able to do anything to them..."

Ma Zheng also whispered: "Yes, many places here are hanging stone beams. As long as they guard the stone beams, no matter how many officers and soldiers are, it will be difficult to rush over..."

"The entrance is definitely more than that." Chu Huan said in the lowest voice: "Ma Zheng, I'm ready..." He leaned into Ma Zheng's ear, his voice was weak and mosquito ant. Ma Zheng's brows were tight, looking at Chu Huan, with a look of worry in his eyes.

Chu Huan concluded that there was definitely more than one entrance to this huge cave. The reason was very simple. They entered from under the pot of the wooden house. The entrance was not big, and the large amount of materials accumulated in the cave could not come in just from that entrance, otherwise the target would be too obvious and would be extremely easy to be exposed.

At this moment, he heard a very low moan coming from the side. Chu Huan turned his head and looked over. He saw that a man was sitting up from the ground not far away. With the light of the fire, he saw that the person's face was full of pain. He seemed to be enduring some kind of pain. Even if he moaned, he was extremely depressed and seemed to dare not scream.

Chu Huan was surprised. He glanced at the black scarf men over there. Seeing that they were not paying attention to this place, he moved over gently. When he reached the man, he lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

The man raised his head and saw Chu Huan with a painful look in his eyes, and whispered: "I...I'm going to die..."

"Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"My wound... the wound hurts so much." The man's voice trembled, and even his body was shaking slightly. He gently pulled open the collar of his chest. Chu Huan immediately smelled a fishy smell coming to his nose. He forced himself to hold it, but he had already seen clearly that there were several scars on the man's chest, and pus was overflowing from the wound, which looked shocking and extremely terrifying.

"What's going on?" Chu Huan said in surprise.

The man said in a weak way: "I'm beaten... I'm still on my back... I'm dying, I want... I'm going to be thrown into the corpse pit..." His body was shaking violently, and his eyes were filled with horror, "I... I don't want to die... You save me..." His eyes were full of begging, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that he would be heard by the black scarf person not far away.

Seeing that the man was pale and thin, his face was covered with bloodstains, Chu Huan lowered his voice and asked the computer: "What is the corpse pit you mentioned?"

"The place where the dead bodies were released." The man whispered: "Last time... I lifted the dead bodies there last time, there... there is really...I don't want to go there, brother, please help me..."

"A lot of people died here?" Chu Huan asked with a frown.

The man said, "People will die at every three days..." He didn't seem to have much strength to continue and slowly lay down, and finally muttered in a low voice: "I'm going to die...I'm going to die..." Although his voice was light, he was full of deep despair.

Chu Huan looked cold and quietly touched Ma Zheng's side, lowered his voice and said, "There is a corpse pit here..."

"Corpsy pit?"

"No," Chu Huan whispered. He thoughtful, and once again approached Ma Zheng's ear and whispered a few times.

As time passed, although the Black Turban claimed to let everyone sleep for two hours, at most one and a half hours, several Black Turban people had already come over, shouting loudly, "Get up, get up, get up to work..." He kicked the sleeping people with his feet without hesitation, but some people couldn't wake them up, and these Black Turban people kicked everyone's heads with their feet without hesitation, and did not regard these laborers as humans at all.

Amid the scolding of the Black Turban Man, the tired people could only get up. A Black Turban Man had already walked to Chu Huan near the mountain wall. Seeing Chu Huan leaning against the mountain wall, motionless, she raised her foot and kicked Chu Huan's leg and scolded: "Dog, I'm raised, please get up." But Chu Huan was not moving, and was about to raise her foot to step on Chu Huan, the horse next to her had already rushed up and said to the Black Turban Man: "Brother, this man seemed to have lost his voice just now, as if...!"

The black scarf man was stunned, but Ma Zheng had already reached out to put Chu Huan's nose and dodged instantly, his face full of horror, and he said in a lost voice: "Brother, he...he's out of anger..."

The Black Turban man frowned. At this time, two Black Turban man had already come forward, and one of them had already asked, "What's wrong?"

"This guy seems to be dead."

The black scarf man came forward, reached out to explore Chu Huan's nose, quickly retracted his hand, and cursed: "It's so bad that he's so unlucky, why did another one die...!"

"Didn't this just sent it today?" A black scarf man next to him said suspiciously: "It's only been half a day, why are you so angry?" He seemed a little disbelief, and came forward to explore his nose and felt that Chu Huan's nose was cold, and there was really no breath.

"It's so fucking dead." The Black Turban man said unlucky: "It's so fuckingly innocent. Why did those guys find such a person to come here...!" Seeing that everyone around him looked at this place, he shouted coldly: "Whatever you see, go to work." Xiang Ma Zheng and another Lao Li said: "You two will carry him away, hurry up, stay here with bad luck."

The two of them came forward and raised Chu Huan. A black scarf man waved and said, "Follow me." He led the way, and they carried Chu Huan behind him. He was wandering around in the cave. Ma Zheng was confused. He thought that what Chu Huan said was really good. If he didn't understand the terrain in the cave clearly, even if a large number of officers and soldiers were transferred, it would be useless. If he really fought, he would be afraid that the officers and soldiers would suffer a great loss.

After a while, Ma Zheng smelled a stinking smell. The stinking smell was disgusting. Soon, he walked to a stone pit. The black scarf man in front had already covered his nose and pointed at the stone pit, meaning that the two of them would throw Chu Huan over. Ma Zheng had already seen that the stone pit was really not small, and it was dark all around. There were hundreds of corpses lying in the stone pit. The rotten aura filled the surroundings. Many of the corpses had rotten, leaving only white bones, and some were half rotten. It looked extremely disgusting. The top corpse had not yet rotted. It was obviously just recently thrown over.

The scene in front of him was shocking, and Ma Zheng was both angry and disgusting. People from Tianmen Dao really regarded human life as a mustard, but at this time they had to throw Chu Huan into the corpse pit.

The Black Turban Man obviously didn't want to stay in such a place for a while. When he saw Chu Huan being thrown in, he immediately waved his hand and said, "Go away!" He drove Ma Zheng and the others away. Ma Zheng looked at the stone pit. When he saw Chu Huan motionless, he was worried, but he had to leave.

There was a silence like death. After a while, Chu Huan's body suddenly moved. He opened his eyes and the stinking smelled. He forced himself to hold it back and saw that there was no one else in the sky. Then he climbed up from the corpse pit. It was dim around and he didn't know where to go. He saw a path on the left, so he carefully groped over there.

If he wants to get rid of the eyelids of the disciples of the Tianmen, he can only make this bad decision. If it were someone else, it would not be easy to pretend to be dead. However, Chu Huan can enter a state of fake death by practicing the Dragon and Elephant Sutra. In the state of fake death, outsiders look like they are really dead. Just now, the black scarf people checked Chu Huan one after another, and they only thought Chu Huan was dead, so naturally they didn't know that Chu Huan was just entering a state of fake death.

He groped along the narrow path and never heard anything else. He walked very lightly and his body was agile. After walking for a while, a very strange feeling appeared on his body. He was uncomfortable all over. He always felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at him behind him. This feeling was very strong. He clenched his fists and took a few more steps. He suddenly turned around, but found that there was no one behind him. He was strange in his heart and frowned. He was about to turn around. He suddenly shook his body and turned his head slightly. He saw from the corner of his eyes that there were eyes staring at him in the dark place next to him. His eyes were extremely sharp, but they were shining.
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