Although his face turned pale, Song Jian still took a breath and asked:

"Who...are you? Why are there demon cultivators in the Qianxue State? What do you want to do? What kind of place is this?"

Song Jian asked in one breath.

But his heart felt cold and his voice inevitably trembled.

The demon cultivator smiled sinisterly and did not answer.

The prison was gloomy, with blood everywhere.

Ouyang Mu was a little nervous, and Linghu Xiao looked solemn.

Song Jian thought for a moment and then said coldly:

"I am a direct descendant of the Song family in Duanjinmen. You'd better not mess with me, otherwise the Song family will definitely not let you go!"

Hearing this, the demon cultivator sneered coldly, "The Song family... itself cannot be protected..."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a night owl.

Song Jian was shocked, not knowing whether it was true or not, and then cursed angrily:

"Monster, what are you talking about?!"

The demon cultivator was not angry, but took out two letters from his sleeves and handed them to Song Jian and Ouyang Mu respectively:

"Write a letter with your blood."

"Your..." The demon cultivator stretched out a scarlet finger with sarcoma, pointed at Song Jian and said, "Write to your parents, saying that they are in our hands and ask them to be obedient, otherwise we will wait to collect the body... "

The demon cultivator turned his head again and glanced at Ouyang Mu. "As for you..."

Most of his face was covered in a black robe, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his tone was somewhat meaningful, "Write this to your brother, so that he can be more knowledgeable..."

Ouyang Mu was startled.

Mo Hua was a little surprised when he heard this.

Xiaomu’s brother…Senior Brother Feng?

They arrested Song Jian to threaten his parents and the Song family behind him.

Are you grabbing the small piece of wood to take advantage of Senior Brother Feng?

The demon cultivator said, "Be more knowledgeable..."

This means that they have already been in contact with Senior Brother Feng before. Because Senior Brother Feng does not "know what is interesting", that's why they grabbed Xiaomu and threatened him with his own brother to make him "know what is interesting"?

Mo Hua frowned, then looked at Linghu and smiled.

Song Jian and Xiao Mumu both need to write letters, so doesn’t Linghu Xiao need to write?

Mo Hua thought about it and thought it seemed right.

Linghuxiao has good swordsmanship and is highly regarded by the sect.

But his background does not seem to be very good, he is just a branch of the Linghu family.

The relationship with classmates is also unfamiliar.

There are no familiar relatives or elders.

There is no one to blackmail.

It is impossible for these demon cultivators to hand over the threatening letter to Patriarch Dongxu of Chongxu Sect...

That's when you really feel like a bear's heart and a leopard's courage.

Even if they lost their minds, they probably wouldn't dare...

In prison, Xiaomu would definitely not be able to threaten his brother.

He was holding the letter with a stubborn and stubborn look on his face, with the words "I won't write it even if you kill me" almost clearly written on his face.

Ouyang Mu remained silent.

Song Jian on the side was actually quite brave.

"Telling my parents to be obedient? Who do you think you are?!"

"If you want to threaten my Song family, you are worthy of hiding your head and showing your tail, a nefarious beast?!"

Song Jian cursed loudly.

The tall demon cultivator's face was shrouded in shadow, and his face could not be seen clearly, but he could clearly feel his anger.

After a moment, he smiled coldly and said, "If you don't drink a toast, you will be punished with a drink."

"If you don't write a letter, then I can only take something from you..."

The demon cultivator's murderous intent was revealed.

Song Jian looked panicked, and before he had time to react, he felt a gust of fishy wind blowing against his face, and then his fingers suffered severe pain. When he reacted, he saw that his hands were dripping with blood.

One little finger has been amputated.

In front of the ferocious demon cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment, he, a pampered disciple of a family in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, had no power to fight back.

Song Jian groaned in pain, his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

All these changes happened extremely quickly.

Linghu Xiao's expression changed, and he quickly reminded: "Junior Brother Mu!"

Ouyang Mu looked a little confused. After being reminded by Linghu Xiao, his expression was shocked. He was about to stop and retreat, but when he blinked, he felt that a tall demon cultivator smelling of blood was already approaching him.

There was a sharp pain in his wrist, as if it was clamped by the claws of a monster.

Then a red light flashed.

Ouyang Mu's little finger was also chopped off.

Ouyang Mu gasped in pain, but he was tenacious and gritted his teeth without making a sound.

Linghu smiled and became angry, and said in a cold voice: "Bastard!"

The demon cultivator's body was as black as a hill, and he held two severed fingers in his hand, with blood dripping from them.

He glanced at Linghuxiao, and his tone was calm, even a little polite.

"Young Master, I'm offended." The demon cultivator said calmly.

Linghu Xiaojian's heart trembled, and he suddenly became alert.

But he was bound by iron chains and had no sword in his hand, so he couldn't resist at all.

The demon cultivator has advanced cultivation, strong strength, and extremely fast speed. He can bully Linghu Xiao in a blink of an eye.

A fishy wind suddenly rose.

An instant later, Linghuxiao's little hand was also chopped off.

Severe pain came, and Linghuxiao's face turned pale, he bit his lips tightly, and made no sound. He could only look at the demon cultivator with cold eyes, like a sharp sword.

The demon cultivator also had a cold attitude and remained silent, but he quietly avoided Linghuxiao's gaze, as if he was afraid of offending Linghuxiao too much.

At this point, the little fingers of Linghuxiao and the others were all amputated.

The demon cultivator took out three wooden boxes, put the three severed fingers in them respectively, and said calmly:

"If you don't write a letter, I have no choice but to get some tokens."

After saying that, he took out three crystal-white elixirs and threw them to Linghuxiao and the others, "After taking the elixirs, the amputated finger can grow back..."

"I'm just doing what I'm told. If you cooperate, I'll save you some trouble. If you don't, you'll suffer a lot. You can't blame me for that..."

These words were more like said to one person, Linghuxiao, than to the three of them.

After doing this, the demon cultivator sneered, put the three wooden boxes into his sleeves, and turned around to leave.

After leaving the prison, he summoned a short dog-headed demon cultivator and ordered in a deep voice:

"Be careful and don't make any mistakes, otherwise neither you nor I can afford it..."

"Yes." The dog-headed demon cultivator lowered his head and said.

The tall demon cultivator who was at the peak of foundation building looked deeply at the dog-headed demon cultivator, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't relax even a little bit, or I will throw you to feed the monsters!"

When the dog-headed demon cultivator heard this, he trembled all over and said immediately:

"Yes, yes, in charge."

Mo Hua, who was lying on top and eavesdropping, was startled when he heard this.

It turned out to be a steward.

No wonder, he felt that this tall, big demon cultivator with long fangs had a different aura from other demon cultivators, and his status was obviously higher.

After the "steward" demon cultivator gave his instructions, he took a look at the prison, confirmed that there was no problem, and then turned around and left.

The kobold demon sent the "steward" away respectfully, and then his face turned cold.

He turned his head again and glanced at the prison, his expression was filled with jealousy and hatred, and he was muttering something unknown.
To be continued...