Castle of Black Iron 1765 In The Dungeon

"My respects to you, Grand Justice Qian, Elder Xue..."

A middle-aged slightly fat person who looked shrewd and able with a walrus mustache was welcoming Grand Justice Qian, Xue Yuxiu and those immortal generals in black robe who got off the airboat with two rows of guardians.

"General Manager Si, we've been waiting for you for so long!" Although this person was not an immortal general given his qi, even Xue Yuxiu nodded towards him politely. Grand Justice Qian also warned him politely, "All the immortal generals we carry back are from Yin-Yang Sect. His Honor favors them very much. We've been preparing for this action for a long time. General Manager Si, please take care of them in case of any trouble!"

"Don't worry, Grand Justice Qian, as long as they've arrived here, they could only follow my order no matter how great they are!" General Manager Si said confidently with a smile.

"That's great. Has His Honor come back?" Grand Justice Qian asked General Manager Si.

"His Honor and Grand Justice You have gone to the Dark Valley. However, His Honor has expressed that Grand Justice Qian will be in charge of all the affairs in the castle these days. If you need any help, please let me know!"

Qian Changqing took a look at Xue Yuxiu with a smile as he said, "General Manager Si, please prepare the sacrificial altar for us. When those people wake up, Elder Xue and I will hold the rite of sacred sacrifice!"

"Those people should be able to wake up in a couple of days. Let them rest for one day. After they slightly recover and adapt to the Golden-Soul Rune Virus, it would be easier for us to hold sacred sacrifice for them. Grand Justice Qian, how about holding the rite of sacred sacrifice in 3 days?"

"Fine, I'll take your advice. Thank you for the preparation, General Manager Si!"

"It's my pleasure!"

"Oh, General Manager Si, those female immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect are mine. They will be greatly useful to His Honor in the future. I know General Manager Si has some special hobby. But I don't hope any of them to have an accident or be hara.s.sed before the sacred sacrifice. Am I clear, General Manager Si?" 

As a light flashed across his eyes, General Manager Si hurriedly smirked, answering, "Clear, clear. Elder Xue, don't worry. I could control myself..."

After leaving some words to this general manager, Qian Changqing and Xue Yuxiu left there with the other immortal generals in black robe.

Qian Changqing, Xue Yuxiu and the other immortal generals in black robe walked upwards along the tunnel while the general manager walked downward along the tunnel with his guardians. 

However, none of them realized that Zhang Tie was gazing at them not far from them just now.

Zhang Tie saw Grand Justice Qian's team off. Seeing General Manager Si walking downward along the tunnel, Zhang Tie instantly moved and followed them up silently.

As for Zhang Tie, this general manager appeared timely. Zhang Tie was thinking about reading the memories of some immortal generals so as to check out the background of Dark Emperor Immortal Palace. Right then, General Manager Si appeared. Additionally, given the contents of the talk between General Manager Si and Grand Justice Qian, this guy should be a "senior" of Dark Emperor Immortal Palace who must know a lot of secret information. What was more, this General Manager Si knew the process of the rite of sacred sacrifice.

A guy below immortal general who knew a lot of secrets! Zhang Tie felt he was simply a gift from G.o.d.

It seemed that General Manager Si was taking his guardians towards the dungeon beneath the hinterland of the mountain. 

There were coa.r.s.e rocks across the hinterland and on both sides of the underground tunnel, on which were altar lamps. On the way, Zhang Tie saw guardians everywhere. Additionally, there were some pa.s.ses, which were all heavily guarded by fierce immortal generals and some inferior guardians.

General Manager got past everywhere smoothly. Therefore, Zhang Tie followed him all the way to the dungeon like an invisible specter without even touching the ground. 

When Zhang Tie was invisible, even high-level knights couldn't find him, not to mention these low-level immortal generals and immortal soldiers.

The dungeon was beneath the hinterland. As fewer altar lamps were placed here, it looked a bit gloomy. The moment Zhang Tie entered the dungeon, he had smelt a b.l.o.o.d.y and stinky odor which combined moisture. 

The moment General Manager Si came to the dungeon, a grim person who looked like a head hurriedly ran over here to be his guide. 

There were hundreds of cells in the dungeon, large or small. It was an illegal jail with complete facilities. Although the dungeon was set beneath the hinterland, it contained a lot of forbidden facilities. As a result, outsiders could barely find this place. Additionally, those prisoners could barely escape out of here.

The immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect were not lonely here; because the greater part of the cells was occupied. There were all kinds of prisoners here, male or female, old or young; some in shabby clothes; some in n.o.ble costumes. The only commonplace among these people was that many of them were so scared that they even huddled up in a corner of their cell and shuddered all over at the sight of General Manager Si; especially some women who even exclaimed in fear.

General Manager Si was very satisfied with such an effect. Like patrolling his own territory, when he checked each pale face and watched them shudder their bodies, he couldn't help laughing out loudly.

"Let me go, you b*stards and sons of b*tches. Do you know who I am? If you dare stir up, I tell you, you're dead! You're dead. If my dad knows that you dare drugged me and locked me here, he will definitely grind your bones to powder. Let me go..."

A playboy at his 20's in n.o.ble costume instantly rushed to the bars and cursed the person who came over here as he heard the footsteps. 

Given his costume and look, this young man might have just come here. He should not have suffered any hards.h.i.+p. 

General Manager Si threw an icy glance at the young man who was roaring in his cell out of fury. Closely after that, he turned around and asked the officer beside him, "Who's he? Why didn't I see him last time?"

"General Manager, this person is the young master of Han Clan in Cattlehead Mountain. He's just been sent here by the subordinates of Grand Justice Qian at the order of Grand Justice You. In a few days, when the subordinates of Grand Justice You subdue Han Clan and Grand Justice You comes back, he will make a sacred sacrifice for this guy. After that, this guy will be sent back. From then on, Cattlehead Mountain will belong to us..."

"Hmm, now that it's arranged by Grand Justice You, I will say nothing about that. But this guy is really noisy. Let him taste the nailed bed for a couple of days so that he could be obedient. Attention, do not let him die..."

"Yes, yes, don't worry about that, General Manager Si..." the officer replied as he made a hand gesture. Some tough guys immediately opened the door of the cell and caught that young master of Han Clan out of there like catching a chick. After that, they drew him towards the chamber of punishment.

"What are you doing? Hurry, let me go. Let me go..." The young master of Han Clan struggled in vain as he swore. 

The shadows of the chilling instruments of torture reflected by the flames onto the wall. The moment the young master of Han Clan was drawn into the chamber of punishment, he had uttered an earth-shaking miserable shriek as he almost turned hoa.r.s.e. 

Zhang Tie took a look over there as he found the so-called nailed bed was indeed an iron bed being covered with nails, which were neither long nor dense. The nails on the surface of the bed were less than 3 cm. The moment the young master of Han Clan's limbs and head were fixed onto the bed, he uttered a miserable shriek as many nails prodded into his back and chest, causing his chest and back full of blood. The more he struggled, the more pain he felt.

Those nails would not kill him; instead, they would bring him sharp pains, great fear and despair. 

However, it was not over. When the young master of Han Clan was shrieking miserably, a hot-red furnace was moved under the nailed bed, heating up the nails gradually. As a result, the young master of Han Clan's voice instantly turned hoa.r.s.e as if he was wailing like a ghost...