The Lord who use immortals as food

It is actually a space made entirely of iron. No wonder such a secret cabin does not affect the posture of the ship even if it is empty.

The iron channeled all the coldness of the winter lake into this space. Pei Ye looked ahead and saw those heavy and weird iron cylinders that Zhang Ercai had described.

It is indeed made entirely of iron, with a mesh made of metal sealing the mouth of the cylinder, and those fences are as thick as a human finger. The base is tightly fixed and arranged in this space like a square array, as neatly arranged as the goods in the three warehouses above. There are about a hundred of them, extending all the way to the depths of this cabin, submerged in the white mist.

A weird silence filled the space, and Pei Ye slowly walked to the edge of the tank and lowered his head.

This is an instrument that can't help but shiver your spine. The cold iron fence turns out to be not a cylinder. The downward side is sharpened into a sharp blade. The coldness can obviously cut a piece of skinned meat into squares easily. . Nowadays, it is a solid locked state.

Looking inside, three heavy dark red shackles were molded into the wall of the tank. Two were smaller, fitting the young man's wrist; one was larger, fitting the dancer's slender waist.

It was supposed to be made to restrain living beings with limbs. Behind the shackles was a noose that could be tightened. Pei Ye's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly. He reached into the end of the sword and gently picked up an iron ring. The inside stretched out. Two thin, sharp needles.

I don't know if this is some kind of cruel punishment, or if the thing that will be put into it really needs to be restrained in this way. Pei Ye looked over one by one, and his footsteps echoed in the space. Each one was empty, but he could make out the dark blood deposited on the metal, which could not be removed even if it was washed many times.

What was even more shocking were the vicious and deep claw marks left on the wall of the iron cylinder.

At this moment, Zhang Piaoxu, who was next to him, screamed and looked at the side wall with wide eyes.

Pei Ye turned around and squinted his eyes. The iron bulkhead was dented, twisted, and cracked. It was an old mark left by violent force.

The shape looks like it was struck by a round hammer.

It was from here that Pei Ye noticed various traces and deformations. The neatly arranged iron cylinders do not appear to have been disturbed, but have been rearranged after experiencing some kind of riot. Despite all efforts to clean and repair it, this space still has various deformations and scratches, and this terrible cage now feels fragile.

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Pei Ye slowly took steps again, and as he moved forward, the feeling of reluctance to rebuild the broken mirror became more and more obvious. There were dents, tears, claw marks, and collision marks on the outer walls of many tanks. You can imagine them. The imprisoned thing was violent at that time.

And when he finally reached the last few rows, the mist in his field of vision dissipated, and Pei Ye stopped with his eyes focused.

The source of all riots now converges here.

If the hundred or ten iron cylinders we just saw were wooden boxes, then the big vat in the middle is a square box made of fine gold.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it is several times stronger than an ordinary iron cylinder. It has a pan-gold cylinder body, four layers of steel grids, iron chains as thick as your wrists, and shackles that tighten every joint. In order to trap the things inside, It shows the effort put in by the maker.

Now, however, it has been destroyed from the inside.

The shackles were broken, the steel grating was twisted like noodles, and a gap the size of a waist was opened in the tank body, leaving only the outer edge of the fine iron fluttering feebly.

Zhang Piaoxu pursed her lips and stared blankly at the horrific marks, while Pei Ye slowly raised his head and saw that an exit was torn open from the inside out on the bulkhead in front.

Pei Ye lowered his head again, his eyes lingering in the tank for a moment, and he slowly stretched out his sword to pick out a faintly fluorescent substance from the inside of the shackles.

The damaged and irregular shape, the dark blood sinking into the texture, the toughness and sharpness like bone. It is just half a scale.

It's about the size of a thumb.

The black cat stood up and looked at it, but Pei Ye had already retracted his gaze from the scales and looked at the broken hole again. Suddenly he frowned slowly and said: "This secret cabin doesn't seem to be cast together with the hull. ”

"Um?"

He stepped forward and poked his head out of the hole. He saw that between the cast iron secret cabin and the solid wood hull, there was indeed only a shelf supporting it.

It was installed later rather than designed in one piece from the beginning.

Behind him, Zhang Piaoxu didn't know what he was looking for. He looked carefully at the large tanks one by one. Pei Ye turned her head and looked at the black cat: "In that case, they already knew we were coming a few days ago. Why do they still keep this cabin here?"

The black cat didn't look at him, but stared at the darkness outside the cabin: "What are those things tied to the brackets?"

"Chang'an Cao Si recorded that the ship arrived in Beijing on October 6th; Taiping Caobang's account book shows that the cargo was loaded and unloaded on October 10th. Your message to the shipwright is to board the ship on October 18th." Xie Chuantang read carefully. He said, "However, this deadline was not fulfilled as scheduled."

"You did nothing and stayed at the port for eight days with a ship full of goods. It wasn't until October 26th that you set off to leave Beijing." Xie Chuantang looked at him, "Did something happen?"

"." Chen Renzhong was silent for a rare moment. He looked away from the window and fell on the woman, "Captain Xie is young and promising. I guess he has never failed in any of his errands."

Xie Chuantang frowned.

Chen Renzhong smiled slightly, and the great man on the water lowered his gaze and sighed softly: "I am lying down and sailing, but there is no rocky beach. I am so lucky. I have talked with the dock owner many times during the day. We live on the water." , the eyes are only enough to see things clearly on the water.”

Xie Chuantang narrowed his eyes: "What errand did the master of Fengshui dock send you?"

Chen Renzhong smiled and shook his head: "The first time I went out with the owner was on the 'Nanjinfeng'. At that time, we took out all the money to save such a large ship that could travel north and south. Everyone had an empty pocket, but we were so prominent in the whole Fengshui."

Then he sighed softly and long, and put his hand on the handle of the knife beside him.

It was at this time that Xie Chuantang clearly realized his determination to die. She grabbed the handle of the knife fiercely, but the man's face had regained its coldness. He held his heavy knife and uttered a last sigh: "This ship has been with me for sixteen years."

Xie Chuantang jumped up, but the man only stomped his leg, and the whole boat board broke open, and he fell straight down.

Pei Ye was slightly stunned. At this moment, he also saw that on the solid bracket connecting the cabin and the hull, there were bulging cloth bags tied one by one. Looking deeper, he could see four or five.

He wanted to raise his finger to release a wisp of Qi, but at that moment the smell had penetrated the fishy smell of water and blood and drifted into his nose.

He recognized it with just a hint, and suddenly shrank his pupils and raised his hand to Zhang Piaoxu behind him. The next moment, the ear-shattering roar and the crowded explosion of flames merged into a hell, drowning out his roar.

".Nitrogen!!"