Journey to Slaughter God - C28

It was as if time had fallen into an endless darkness. He could not tell how time had passed, nor could he tell where he was. He could only faintly sense that he had been asleep for a very long time.

Drip. Drip. A drop of dew fell on the unconscious Shi Ling’s face, causing his eyes to squint slightly at this moment. After which, they opened and what entered his eyes was first a haziness, before it gradually became clear that this was a cave that had been hollowed out.

There were still a lot of iron chains on his body, but they had already been loosened by now. He stood up and took them off his body, then looked around him.

This cave was very large and very spacious. It was hard to tell if it was naturally formed or artificially carved. The light was rather dim, giving off a sinister feeling.

At this moment, Shi Ling touched his head, a look of reminiscence on his face. He muttered to himself, “Strange, why am I in this place?”

As he said that, he thought back to the scene where he was unconscious. He was chased by a group of black-clothed men, and then he escaped into the Soul Yin Mountain. Later on, he heard a strange laughter, and then he saw countless iron chains killing all the black-clothed men.

When he thought of this, Shi Ling felt a pain in his head. One of his hands was still rubbing his head, but at the same time, the sound of chewing entered his ears. At that moment, Shi Ling’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Not to mention that his clothes were in a mess, his disheveled appearance made him look like a ghost. When he looked over, he felt that there was an old man on his feet and hands, but there was a metal chain that had pierced through his skin and locked him in place. Shi Ling could see that on the old man’s hands and ankles, there was still fresh blood flowing out.

At that moment, the old man was sitting on a huge, azure-colored rock. At that moment, the old man was sitting on a huge, azure-colored rock.

However, it seemed that because of his actions, the old man was alarmed, and in that instant, he lifted his gaze and looked at Shi Ling, causing his face to turn pale. At the same time, he could feel an extremely powerful pressure pressing down on his body, causing him to have the urge to kneel on the ground.

At this point, Shi Ling clasped his hands at the old man and said, “Senior, may I ask what orders you have for me to be brought here?”

At this moment, Shi Ling had obviously realized that the reason why he was dragged down from the ground earlier was definitely because this old fellow in front of him could not be dragged down.

At this moment, a hint of confusion appeared on the old man’s face. He looked towards Shi Ling and said, “Come here!”

That voice sounded extremely hoarse. It was unknown how many years it had been since he had spoken, but when Shi Ling heard this, he was terrified. His eyelids twitched as he thought to himself, “If you want me to go, then I’ll go. What if you want to harm me?”

At this moment, Shi Ling wanted to reject the old man’s words, but the old man waved his hand towards him, and in that instant, Shi Ling felt a great pressure pressing down on him. Then, his body uncontrollably moved towards the old man, as if he had been dragged up by an invisible force and thrown in front of the old man.

When Shi Ling arrived in front of the old man, he smelt a nauseating smell. At the same time, Shi Ling saw what the old man had eaten earlier. It was a spider, and it was wiggling.

However, the old man had used a metal chain to tie Shi Ling up and then hung him in front of him. His face was constantly moving towards Shi Ling’s face as if he wanted to take a good look at Shi Ling. Shi Ling, on the other hand, was constantly trying to keep his face away from Shi Ling because the old man in front of him was simply too ugly.

He looked as if he had been cut by a sharp weapon, but he had not recovered yet. The old man sniffed Shi Ling like a dog, and a chicken claw like hand reached out and slid on his face, took out a drop of blood, and sucked it.

After a long while, he smacked his lips and said, “Very good. It seems that you are not the disciple of that old thief.”

Blood dripped from the wounds on Shi Ling’s face. His eyelids twitched as he asked, “Senior, can you let me down now?”

The old man casually waved his hand, and in the next moment, he saw the iron chains around Shi Ling loosen. The old man then asked, “What is your relationship with the Zhang Clan old dog? Why do their servants want to kill you? ”

When he heard the old man’s words, he could not help but let out a cry. However, at this moment, Shi Ling saw a large pile of bones lying behind the old man, as well as the few people who had been chasing after him. He immediately said, “Actually, I’m not very sure about that, but I guess it was because I slapped the third young master of the Zhang family, Zhang Yusheng, in the face.”

When the old man heard this, his eyes widened as if he became interested. He said, “Tell me in detail.”

The old man’s expression became more and more wonderful, especially after he heard that in front of so many disciples, Shi Ling had mercilessly slapped Zhang Yusheng’s face. This caused the old man to laugh out loud, as if he was very happy and out of breath.

At this moment, the elder shouted to the sky, “Old dog Zhang, your children have really given you face. Not only did this slap the face of a junior like him, it also smacked the face of the entire Zhang family. Ahahaha!”

At this moment, the old man asked, “How long have you been in the Spirit Sword Sect?”

Shi Ling hurriedly replied, “It’s been two years.”

The old man’s eyes narrowed, and immediately, he raised his hand and grabbed towards Shi Ling. Shi Ling was instantly lifted up by an invisible force, as if a hand had grabbed his neck, and the old man said: “Liar! “If you have already been in the Spirit Sword Sect for two years, why is there no sword cultivation technique in your body?”

Shi Ling held his breath and said, “Because I was demoted to a janitor less than half a year after I became an official disciple of the sect, I’ve only practiced the Basic Sword Techniques.”

When the old man heard this, he revealed a thoughtful expression. Then, he waved his hand and Shi Ling fell back down.

With a thud, Shi Ling fell to the ground and could not help but cough dryly twice. At that moment, the old man looked at Shi Ling and smiled.

The elder said, “It’s a good thing that you don’t have a Spirit Sword Sect rank martial art. This means that your body is still considered clean, and adding on that you’ve been in the sect for two years, you’re very clear about the sect’s rules, and your body can barely meet the requirements.”

As he spoke, the old man laughed again, looking at Shi Ling as if he had picked up a treasure.

The next moment, the old man continued, “Young man, are you willing to take me as your master?”