But he dared not disobey the steward's orders.

After carefully inspecting the prison, it was confirmed that the chains and formations were all fine.

The three people, Linghuxiao and Linghuxiao, were all imprisoned in the cell.

The dog-headed demon cultivator then turned and left.

The area near the prison suddenly became quieter and more empty.

Only the roars of unknown monsters came from the distance, mixed with the painful groans of demon cultivators in other prisons.

The atmosphere in this prison was depressing, like purgatory.

Mo Hua estimated that the time was almost up, so he used the Taixu Order and sent the word "Yichou" to Elder Xun.

After sending it, Mo Hua waited for a while.

He was afraid that if the magnetism was weak and the two Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches were not sent out, and Elder Xun accidentally forced them in, it would be over.

After the message was sent, Mo Hua waited for a while.

After Elder Xun said "received", Mo Hua nodded.

He lowered his head and saw Linghuxiao and the other three, looking defeated and dejected.

They understood their situation.

The powerful demon cultivator, the bloody prison, and the seemingly invisible sounds of monsters struggling all around made them understand that this was definitely a vicious place with no way in or out.

The broken finger was still bloody and painful.

Before, they were either children of aristocratic families or prodigies of swordsmanship. Although they had some setbacks, they generally grew up peacefully under the protection of their families and sects, and had never personally experienced the true cruelty of the monastic world.

Now, this cruelty suddenly appeared in front of us.

Even life and death are only on a thin line.

The three of them were very uncomfortable for a while.

Song Jian didn't dare to scream anymore, and squatted in the corner, covering his broken little finger, his face as white as paper.

Ouyang Mu looked dull and felt uneasy.

Although Linghuxiao looked calmer, he was also a little confused in his heart.

There was no sword in his hand.

Even with a sword, he is no match for these demon cultivators.

At least, he couldn't defeat the tall demon cultivator who cut off his finger just now, not to mention that there should be other more powerful demon cultivators in this prison.

Linghuxiao was in a daze and couldn't help but think of what he had said to Mo Hua before.

Only then did he realize how childish the words "win without force", "fair duel" and "kendo is loneliness" were.

In the real monastic world, no one will talk to you about "fairness", and no one will compete with you in swordsmanship.

When there are more people, use more to defeat less. If you have higher cultivation, use strong to suppress weak.

No one will reason with you.

If you lose, you lose, and if you die, you die.

Linghuxiao's proud heart couldn't help but be cast into a dark cloud. Only then did he realize that in front of a truly ferocious enemy, the swordsmanship he thought was powerful was actually not as powerful as he thought...

And, the most important problem is that his finger is broken.

Linghu smiled and touched the bright white elixir in his hand, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.

Ouyang Mu on the side also wanted to take this pill, but he didn't dare.

Their storage bags were confiscated.

The only thing that can heal the injury now is this pill given by the demon cultivator.

The injury of a broken finger can be major or minor.

The demon cultivator only amputated their little fingers and did not use demon power, evil methods, or other sinister means. The flesh and blood at the wound was not contaminated.

If the elixir is taken in time, bones and flesh can still grow.

But if you don't take medicine, once the injury worsens, the blood coagulates, and the wound scabs, the little finger will be completely broken off.

Even if you take Tiancai Dibao to make up for it in the future, there will still be some defects.

The broken hand is the right hand.

Among the three of them, one is a swordsmith and two are sword cultivators. At least at this stage, they all rely on their right hands.

But this elixir was given by the demon cultivator after all.

Although it looks fine, no one knows if there is really nothing fishy about it.

Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice:

"Senior Brother Linghu, can this pill...be eaten?"

Linghu smiled and frowned when he heard this, shook his head and sighed:

"I don't know either……"

Logically speaking, there is no fishy or evil smell in this elixir, and its color is pure. It is a serious elixir.

Moreover, when the demon cultivator gave it to them, he threw it away casually, without seeming to have any conspiracy.

However, this is the elixir in the hands of the demon cultivator after all.

If you eat it, you may fall into the evil cultivator's plan.

But if you don't eat it and break your little finger, it will be troublesome to make swords in the future.

Ouyang Mu frowned, confused, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"It would be great if the little senior brother was here. The little senior brother is so smart and knows everything. He must also know whether he can eat it..."

But, how could Senior Brother Mo be here...

Ouyang Mu smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, and tried to stuff the elixir into his mouth.

He wanted to eat it himself first.

If there is no problem, let Senior Brother Linghu eat it too.

If there is a problem, Senior Brother Linghu does not need to eat, he can just be the unlucky guy...

Linghuxiao on the side was so preoccupied that he didn't pay attention for a moment.

However, before Ouyang Mu could stuff the elixir into his mouth, he heard a familiar voice saying:

"Idiot, don't eat it!"

Ouyang Mu was stunned and looked around, but there was no one around.

Linghu Xiao was also startled.

Both of them thought they were hallucinating.

"Did I just...hear my little senior brother's voice..." Ouyang Mu murmured.

Linghu Xiao also heard it, but he couldn't believe it for a moment.

On the other hand, Song Jian, who was originally frustrated and had a look of hopelessness, suddenly stood up like a big dog when he heard his master's call.

But what arose in his heart was anger.

He still remembers this crisp and hateful voice, even if it turned into ashes!

The three of them were looking around when they heard a voice saying:

"Up above."

Ouyang Muchun raised his head and saw a young boy sticking his head out from the stone wall at the top of the prison.

His appearance is as handsome as a painting, and his eyebrows are as bright as stars.

It's exactly ink painting.

Ouyang Mu opened his mouth wide and couldn't help but rub his eyes, almost thinking he was dreaming.

"Senior Brother, have you been arrested too?"

Just as Mo Hua was about to speak, he suddenly heard a cry from beside him. When he turned around, he saw Song Jian gritting his teeth:

"Ink - painting -"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Hua used his hand to seal Song Jian's mouth and nose with a drowning technique.

Song Jian's words were blocked in his mouth, he was suffocating as if he were drowning, and struggled to himself.

Mo Hua said "hiss" and gave him a warning look:

"If you dare to speak out again, you will be dead."

"Do you understand?"
To be continued...