I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

"Xiao Han, what a coincidence."

Zhou Yi revealed his figure from the shadows.

"Lao Zhou, you handled it so quickly?"

Han Er carried the fish demon on his shoulders, thinking that Zhou Yi was returning from the Demon Refining Cave.

"Good luck, two fox skins."

Zhou Yi smiled and stretched out his hand to hold the fish demon's tail: "I'll help you."

After the death of the fish demon, it manifested its prototype, a nearly ten-foot-long carp spirit, and it was extremely difficult for Han Er to carry it.

"Thank you, Lao Zhou."

Han Er has a simple and honest face and dark skin, which naturally makes people feel honest and trustworthy.

"You're welcome. Those who come to the torture chamber are all poor people. We should help each other."

When Zhou Yi spoke, the magic power soaked through the remains of the fish demon. As he expected, it was an empty body without even a trace of energy and blood.

Observe Han Er using the qi-gazing technique.

The blood is vigorous, and the gray and defeated energy has dissipated.

The remains of the fish demon were thrown into the demon refining cave.

"Lao Zhou, let's go have a drink?"

Han Er and Zhou Yi came to the Xingfang Canteen. After several expansions, it already looked like a restaurant in a movie or TV series.

The death rate of prisoners continues to rise. Even if there is no shortage of refugee criminals, the demon materials lost by novices are more than a hundred times more valuable than mere meat and wine.

The executioners who were not dead today gathered in the restaurant to eat and drink. They punched and shouted happily, which made Zhou Yi think that they were in a bustling city.

"Foolish people can be taught a lesson!"

Seeing the lively scene, Zhou Yi thought of this sentence inexplicably.

These refugees are young and strong outside. In order to eat and survive, they can easily become the source of rebel soldiers, and most of them will die in the war.

After entering the torture chamber, he also had a short life and instead worked for Da Gan.

The imperial court only paid for their lives by eating and drinking, and they were all happy and lively.

Zhou Yi walked in and attracted the eyes of many torturers, mostly with envy and awe.

Han Er found a corner, took out several large plates of meat and vegetables, and bought two jars of wine.

"The execution room is really a good place. I have been farming for more than ten years and I have never had a drink..."

After three rounds of drinking, Han Er was slightly tipsy and started to talk more. Probably because my hometown was hit by floods, a few acres of ancestral thin farmland were sold in order to treat my parents.

In the end, his parents were gone, his fields were gone, and he wandered into the torture chamber.

Zhou Yi did not use magic power to resolve the odor of alcohol, but the mere alcohol with more than ten degrees of alcohol had no effect at all on the body that had been refined with magic power day and night.

Listening carefully to Han Er's story, occasionally interjecting to ask about the situation at that time.

"everything will be fine."

Zhou Yi compiled "The Punisher's Theory". Every story I have seen and heard is ten times more painful than Han Er's.

Han Er's experience is very simple, but the person involved told it with true feelings. The torturers around him who listened to his story couldn't help but feel the same and shed tears.

Zhou Yi's sympathy was superficial, and he had been using his spiritual eyes to observe changes in Han Er's breath.

The blood energy is beyond that of ordinary people, and there is no trace of body snatching.

"Could it be that Han Er got the evil method from the demon and secretly practiced it, but he has only been here for a few days..."

Zhou Yi kept speculating that the execution room was his feng shui treasure, and any abnormality required attention.

"Father...mother...son is unfilial!"

After all, Han Er got drunk and couldn't suppress his excitement. He lay on the table and cried bitterly.

The other torturers did not dislike him for being noisy. This situation was very common. With the oppression of the underground world and the approach of death, collapse often only happened in an instant.

Zhou Yi found that he only had a trace of sympathy for Han Er, and no more emotions were left.

"Is it because you have seen too much and your heart has become cold?"

Zhou Yi suddenly understood why the legendary immortal Buddha was emotionless.

Immortals and Buddhas look at the lives of mortals as if they were watching a drama with bizarre twists and turns and superb acting skills.

You will be happy when you are happy, pity when you are miserable, appreciate when you do good, and angry when you do evil, but you will never take it seriously.

After watching a play, you may forget it, or you may recall it.

As time goes by, as I watch more dramas, the plot becomes more and more cliche, and naturally my emotions become indifferent.

Zhou Yi helped Han Er back to Room Bing 7 and waited for him to fall asleep, but in the end he did not cast a spell.

"Lets see."

A few days later.

In the morning, Zhou Yi would use the Zhanwang Qi Technique to observe his colleagues.

Every day, there is a person with a bloody head, which indicates that there will be a disaster.

Several prisoners would die every day in the execution room. Whether they died unexpectedly or were defeated by chance, the result would be the same. The captain would not pay too much attention to it.

Zhou Yi secretly observed the people who died violently, and sure enough, there would be blood shadows following them, swallowing up the blood, energy and soul of the torturers and the demon clan.

The person who cast the spell was Han Er. In just a few days, his energy and blood were as strong as those of the Demon-Slaying Captain.

"The speed of practicing this evil method is too fast. Is Han Er's qualifications stronger than the Black Demon Lord?"

Zhou Yi always felt that things were not simple.

Until half a month later at 0:00 in the morning.

Zhou Yi used Zhanwang Qi Technique and found that no one who was punished with the word A today would die violently.

"You gave up after only half a month?"

After receiving the task of two B-word prisons, Zhou Yi prepared to complete it quickly, and then went directly to observe Han Er's movements.

Prison B No. 5.

Imprisoning a bear spirit that is over 10 feet tall, with strong muscles and strong body.

It took at least a day for other torturers to meet him. The torture tools in Zhou Yi's hands shuttled through the gaps between the bear's bones and muscles, easily digging out the bear's bile completely.

suddenly.

The temperature in the cell dropped rapidly, and a layer of hoarfrost formed on the ground.

"No wonder no one died. It's my turn..."

Zhou Yi sighed, as the saying goes, the King of Hell cannot save a ghost chasing death, that's probably it.

The blood shadow manifested in the cell, swallowed dozens of monsters, and was able to condense into a vague human form.

It wants to devour the blood, energy, and soul of living beings. It doesn't require any spell casting. It just needs to fit in and swoop them all into the body, leaving behind only an empty shell with only an appearance.

Seeing that Zhou Yi was still concentrating on dealing with the bear spirit, Xueying let out a strange laugh and pounced from behind.

brush!

Just as he was about to succeed, he saw a purple spiritual fire rising up.

The blood shadow couldn't dodge and fell directly into the spiritual fire. It was the true fire of the earth that even the dragon soul was afraid of.

"I want to see what you are!"

Zhou Yi turned around and stared at the blood shadow in the spiritual fire. Infused with majestic mana, the flames rose more than three feet high.

唳——

The blood shadow kept making sharp and miserable screams, and kept issuing vicious curses. It was either male or female.

The spiritual fire is extremely restrained against souls and evil objects, and has both blood and shadow. Its magic power is far inferior to that of Zhou Yi. In a short time, it becomes smaller and smaller after being refined, and the soul is gone.

The demon illustrated book kept turning, and after thousands of pages, there was a beautiful woman.

The woman is voluptuous and charming, but she has very few clothes on her body. Some of her body parts are looming, just like a picture book image, and if exposed, it will cause men to burn into flames.

"She's actually a saint from the Naked Cult!"

Zhou Yi knew the woman's identity and the cause and effect of the matter.

The Naked Sect of Cholera Daqian was originally a great demon sect outside of Yunzhou, one of the Six Paths of Heavenly Demons.

Driven by the Lord of the Six Paths, Jialan, the naked Taoist saint, deliberately fell into the trap of the Demon Slayer Division and was seriously injured by Fahai and captured alive.

When he was about to die, he used the secret technique of White Lotus Dao, the White Lotus Reincarnation Technique, to merge with Han Er's soul.

This spell is completely different from ordinary soul-seizing. It involves the mystery of reincarnation. The two souls merge into one, without any trace of body-seizing.

In the beginning, Han Er is still Han Er. When his cultivation level improves, he will gradually transform into Saint Jialan.

Han Er's cultivation speed is very fast, which has nothing to do with his qualifications. He is just restoring the original strength of Saint Jialan.