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I do hope you can live as long as possible. After all, our Tian Group... has too little foundation.

The breeze blew Zhang ZiLiang's clothes, distracting his thoughts a little.

Li Xinghe coughed twice, looking even weaker: People are bound to die eventually. It's just that before death, there is always some warmth left to give. The future still depends on you young people.

Having said that, Li Xinghe wearily closed his eyes.

When looking again, he had already fallen asleep.

Taking off his coat, Zhang ZiLiang gently draped it over Li Xinghe and overlooked the city, lost in thought.

I hope one day... I can see that prosperous age again.

However, Wang Ye seemed to have searched the suburbs several times through the intelligence website, very interested in the cemetery there.

But...

It's impossible for a place like this to be listed on a website.

Moreover, even just an old gravedigger has been safe and sound in a cemetery like this that even Tian Group hasn't noticed. It probably would have faded away long ago.

However, Zhang ZiLiang could always sense a kindred spirit in Wang Ye.

They were the same kind of people.

I hope in another 20 years, you can take over from me.

Zhang ZiLiang muttered to himself, overlooking the city again, lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking about. Only a hint of weariness flashed across his face.

At the same time, Wang Ye finally walked to the end of the passage and stepped out.

The basement was filled with dampness and chill.

The space wasn't particularly big, about a circle smaller than the previous building.

The walls were made of blue bricks, but they were covered in dried blood stains, looking somewhat dark red.

Surrounding the walls was a circle of torture devices.

A seat full of spikes, wooden pillars for tying people up, chains, whips, braziers, branding irons, ropes!

Seeing the rope, Wang Ye froze for a moment.

This...

Was exactly the same as the ghost rope given by the post office, in style, length, and aura.

Could this place be related to the post office too? Was that why the post office didn't want him to come here?

But oddly, even the blue bricks on the walls had been dyed red with blood.

Yet these devices were all very clean.

Even the iron spikes on that seat shone with a faint cold gleam.

Only in the corner, a head hung from the ceiling by a hemp rope used for hanging.

The head looked as if it had just been chopped off, with intact flesh and even a somewhat rosy complexion.

In the middle of the torture devices sat a coffin.

The coffin was made entirely of redwood, nailed with a familiar bronze nail.

On the ground, you could vaguely see drag marks.

It looked like someone had dragged the coffin in from outside, but didn't have time to deal with it, and had hastily thrown the ropes, whips and branding irons aside before hurriedly leaving.

Seeing this chaotic scene before him, Wang Ye kept imagining the events of that year in his mind.

What exactly had happened back then?

What made them leave in such a hurry?

Was it because they had the ghost rope from the post office, or because the post office had collected some of their torture devices?

Or had he underestimated the post office?

In Wang Ye's opinion, the most valuable thing about this trip to the Ancient Domain was not those creepy items or devices, but these traces that symbolized ancient clues.

This was the nourishment Wang Ye needed most right now.

Including the Buddhist scripture he had snatched at the risk of his life, if he could get out alive, he might be able to understand the Buddhists and this world better.

But the others didn't think so.

Seeing so many torture devices, everyone's eyes instantly lit up.

Especially Mao Yong'an, like a hungry wolf, took off his large black backpack and kept throwing everything he could pick up into it.

The girl picked up a branding iron, but the Buddhist youth walked over lightly and punched the girl on the shoulder.

The girl grunted and flew back.

The Buddhist youth then gracefully picked up the branding iron and put it in his own bag before heading to the next place.

On the ground, the girl clutched her shoulder with a cold gleam in her eyes.

Gritting her teeth, she stood up again and reached for another torture device.

The seemingly weak middle-aged man gently coughed and blocked the girl.

Looting in the Ancient Domain was originally a contest of power, opportunity and fortune.

None of the people present, who could enjoy the respectful address of "Old Master of Yin" outside, were weak. The girl was alone and still somewhat immature in strength and mind.

Why should they share with her?

The girl was clearly furious and couldn't help but scold: “I am from the Qingfeng Stockade!”

“Whoever stops me again, beware of being held accountable by my stockade elders!”

Hearing the girl's words, everyone stopped for a second collectively.

Wang Ye looked at the little girl with some pity.

He didn't actually know much about the Qingfeng Stockade, only hearing a little from Zhang ZiLiang before entering the Ancient Domain.

The Qingfeng Stockade was a self-proclaimed village.

It wasn't big and didn't have many people.

But the villagers there generally weren't weak, and the stockade master and several elders were top masters.

Most importantly, the Qingfeng Stockade only sought benefits, not fame.

Wherever there were benefits, there would be them, even bullying the weak and ganging up on individuals, completely unscrupulously, without any psychological burden or shame.

And because there were few Qingfeng villagers, they had an iron-blooded rule.

Qingfeng villagers could be injured, but not killed.

Whoever killed a villager would be hunted by the Qingfeng Stockade forever.

Although somewhat overbearing, they were feared because of their own strength.

But...

If she revealed her identity outside, she might still have a chance to live.

But in this place...

She wouldn't need to make a move herself now.

Sure enough, the Buddhist youth, the weak middle-aged man, and Mao Yong'an exchanged silent glances the next second.

Then they tacitly attacked the girl from three directions at the same time.

Of course, Mao Yong'an only participated symbolically. After all, if he didn't make a move, there would be the risk of selling out the other two later.

This was equivalent to filing charges.

Share, or die together.

As for Wang Ye, he was with Mao Yong'an, endorsed by Mao.

And the other three...

How could ghosts snitch!