Entering the stone castle, the stairs went all the way down, and the light suddenly dimmed.

After walking down for about thirty to fifty meters, an iron gate appeared in front of us.

The iron door was locked, and a faint light could be seen inside.

When we got here, the smell of blood in the air was indescribable, as if we were swimming in blood.

I poked my head inside and saw that no one was guarding it. It seemed that they were very confident that no one would come here.

Or, in their opinion, whoever comes here can't even think of leaving.

You are here now, I don’t care where this place is, just go in and have a look.

I reached into the railing, grabbed the palm-sized iron lock, and with a slight exertion, I opened the lock spring with a bang. I opened the iron door so easily, and went in in a flash.

As soon as I entered, I heard the voices of several people talking inside.

"Here comes another one with a broken arm!"

"The more, the better. Haha, without them, where would we get the support?"

"I can't help it, who made our temple famous? Haha"

"In the final analysis, our temple leader is still the most powerful. Alas, I heard that the Sichuan-Kang Tantric Alliance recently intends to recommend him as its leader. Hehe, when that time comes, we will really be popular."

"What does the little alliance leader mean? The temple leader has said that from now on, he will have the final say in this Tantric Sect."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let others hear you!"

"What are you afraid of? We are dozens of meters underground. Besides, what if he hears it when we enter the temple? Go out tomorrow and forget everything. If it doesn't work, just make him into materials. Hehe!"

Following waves of laughter, I walked forward in the cave.

When we got here, it was bitingly cold. The stone walls on both sides were covered with white ice crystals, and a thick layer of white frost had condensed on the ground. I was wondering, why is it so cold here? Then I saw,

On the stone wall, a hanging skin bag suddenly appeared.

It was a complete human skin, and the skinning technique was very sophisticated. I took a quick look and saw that the thickness of the skin was the same, and even the hair on the skin was well preserved. What shocked me the most was that this human skin was exceptionally well preserved.

It was fresh, and the blood streaks on it reminded me that the skin had been peeled off no more than three hours ago.

As I walked inside, my eyes were even more open. On the two ice walls, there were hanging pieces of well-preserved body parts, whole human skins, half human skins, and freshly cut ones.

Arms, thighs, even, skinned heads...

This scene reminds me of a meat shop in a wet market. These human body parts are hanging there, like pork waiting to be sold...

If I hadn't seen so many scenes of life and death, if I were an ordinary person, I would have collapsed by now.

Finally, when we reached the end of the corridor, a lower-lying operating hall appeared in front of us.

Standing behind the railing, I could clearly see seven or eight shirtless monks inside, all holding broadswords and axes and operating wildly. There were seven or eight mountain people lying on the ground, either with missing arms or broken legs.

There was also a big hole dug in the stomach. These people looked like dead people, but judging from the heaving chests, they seemed to be alive.

The man who just entered threw the mountain man with a broken arm on his back in front of the wooden pier. Two monks came over and without saying a word, one put the man's broken arm on the wooden pier, and the other did not say anything.

Without hesitation, he chopped down with an axe.

In an instant, an arm was chopped off. Blood spattered everywhere. The white bones were clearly visible.

I couldn't help but blink, but these people were unmoved at all. The guy holding the ax said casually: "I think this person's hand can still be used." After saying that, without waiting for others to comment, he said

It was an ax that cut off the palm of my hand directly at the wrist...

The squatting monk wiped the blood from his face, picked up the intact palm, and hung it directly on the wall, as naturally as a little girl picking mushrooms.

At this time, a woman walked out of the stone room on the side. The woman held another intact arm in her hand, squatted down, put the arm on the mountain man's shoulder, and then took out an injection needle, like

It was like sewing a bag, and hung the broken wall on the body of the mountain people in a rough way.

I was dumbfounded. What kind of trick is this?

The guy who came with the mountain man on his back picked up the broken arm, and then picked up a black cancerous liver from another mountain man, turned around and walked towards me.

I saw clearly that these things, just like the thigh just now, were torn off and broken body parts, which were scraps and were then fed to the dogs.

I held up my hands and hung in mid-air in the corridor. I watched this person walk past me.

When I landed again, I was surprised to find that the mountain man sat up straight. The hand that was stained with blood just now had no wounds and was as intact as ever.

Because I was avoiding that person just now, I actually missed the most exciting shot. How did these grandsons do it?

"Come on, raise your hands!" someone ordered.

Only then did I see that there was an extra person in the stone room. It was the iron monk who sent us to the monk's dormitory during the day.

The old guy seemed to have cast some kind of spell on the mountain man. The mountain man opened his eyes, but turned a blind eye to the surrounding environment. Moreover, his face was expressionless and he raised his hand in an extremely meek manner.

"Master Tiebang, this is another example. Your medical skills are truly superb!" a shirtless monk in the narration complimented.

The iron monk snorted: "Hey! Don't flatter me. After all, isn't it the duty of us ghost doctors to treat illnesses and save people?" After saying this, he couldn't help but laugh, and several guys around him also agreed.

and laughed.

He actually called himself a ghost doctor, bah.

The Tiebang monk walked up to the mountain man, looked straight into the mountain man's eyes, and said word by word: "I will sacrifice my life to support Tuolin Temple. I am willing to sacrifice my life for Master Zhen Xingyun."

The mountain man actually followed the iron monk's words like a parrot.

"Haha, these words will stay in your mind forever!" Iron Bar Monk smiled with satisfaction, waved his hand, and the man fell straight down.

"Send him back. When he wakes up tomorrow morning, he will be a good man. As for his sudden death three to five months later, it has nothing to do with us. By the way, remember, this man's five elements belong to fire, and he will be a good person."

When you are in the soul, you should be in the child hour, and your fighting power will be stronger!"

"Yes, Master Tiebang, I've written it down!" The woman on the side smiled sinisterly and nodded.

The iron stick monk walked up to another mountain man and looked down at him.

The people on the side quickly said: "Master, I'm afraid this guy can't be saved. I've seen it. His liver, lungs, spleen, and kidneys are all broken. He has no relatives or friends at home, and he is a poor man. If we treat him, we will have to spend several days.

Accessory organs."

"Since we don't have the financial resources to support him, and he's alone, if he dies, why should we treat him? Just collect his soul later! The arms and legs can still be used, so take them off and store them. By the way, the five internal organs are in the heart.

Isn't it still good?" When the guy said this, he grinned and said, "Leave it to me."

After saying that, a sharp claw suddenly appeared from the hand, and with a click, it was inserted into the chest of the mountain man, and with a pop, a bloody heart that was still shrinking was grabbed out. There was no shyness between the two.
Chapter completed!