He glanced deeply at Hu Fugui lying in front of him and asked the doctor next to him: "How is he doing?"

The doctor said, "The head of the family, butler Hu doesn't know what's wrong. I've done a general examination for him. There was no problem, but he just couldn't move."

Hu Batian glanced at him coldly, and he was a little scared and said, "The head of the family, I am not good at studying art. If I invite the first miracle doctor in Northeast China, Dr. Yang, I might be able to cure him."

Hu Batian snorted coldly and said, "I can't do any small things well, and I'm still losing all my face. Does such a person need treatment?"

Although Hu Fugui couldn't move or speak, he could hear clearly.

His face was full of horror, and his eyes kept turning, wanting to ask the head of the family to save him.

However, Hu Batian waved his hand and said, "Take this useless guy out for me, throw it into the wilderness, and let him die on his own."

Hu Fugui's tears flowed out, but he was still ruthlessly abandoned.

Hu Batian stood up, went to the backyard, and opened an underground prison.

This underground prison has a long history at first glance. It should have been built by the ancestors of the Hu family. By the time of Hu Batian's generation, many modern things were added and the surveillance was even more stringent.

He came to a prison, looked at the woman sitting inside, and said, "Tell you good news, your master and your senior sister are here to save you."

Yao Yurou was shocked and turned around suddenly. Her hair was messy and under her hair was a disfigured face.

The face was very terrifying, destroyed by dark energy, and even exposed white bones below, even corroded with lips, revealing their gums, looking extremely ferocious, like a ghost.

"My master... is back?" she murmured.

Hu Batian didn't say anything and looked at her coldly.

She muttered several times in a row, and finally burst into laughter. Her face, coupled with the wild laughter, seemed even more gloomy and terrifying.

"You're dead!" Yao Yurou said in a tone full of sarcasm, "My master is back, she is as strong as a god, you will definitely die! She will make you die ugly!"

Hu Batian stared at her with a long look, and suddenly showed a strange smile, saying, "Very good, the stronger she is, the better. I'm afraid she is not strong enough."

After saying that, he said meaningfully: "You stay here and enjoy the last moment of your life."

Yao Yurou said, "I don't care about any conspiracy you have, but in front of my master, all conspiracies are useless. She will completely crush you with her absolute strength."

Hu Batian said gloomyly: "Then let's go and see."

As he said that, he cut off one of Yao Yurou's fingers, then put them in an oil paper bag, and asked someone to send them to Xue Dongli.

In less than an hour, Xue Dongli received this finger.

She looked at the bloody fingers with thick dark energy. The flesh on them had been corroded, which showed how painful it was.

Xue Hao's heart was cold, and his whole body was trembling with anger and his eyes were red. He wanted to cut the person who sent the letter to death.

But the sender was not afraid at all. Instead, he raised his chin and looked down at Xue Dongli, saying, "Our head said, you'd better go see him obediently. If you dare to hurt me again, I'm afraid next time I'm afraid

It's not a finger, but an eye, an ear or an arm."

Xue Dongli looked at him coldly and suddenly showed a playful smile.

Half an hour later, Hu Batian met the person who delivered the letter again, but he was sent back in a box.

The strangest thing is that the person who sent the letter was cut off his hands and feet, his eyes, nose and ears were gone, but he was still alive.

When the others in the Hu family saw this scene, they were so scared that their faces were pale. Hu Batian also frowned and said, "I didn't expect this woman to be even more cruel than me."

He ordered the person to deal with the sender, and then strode to the dungeon behind to cut off Yao Yurou's ears.

Just as he walked to Yao Yurou's cell and was about to take action, a figure suddenly appeared behind him quietly.

"I have lived for so long, and no one has dared to treat my disciples like this." The figure said quietly, "Since you are the first one, I can also use some means I have never used before."

Hu Batian was startled and suddenly turned around and saw a beautiful woman standing there under the dark light.

She formed a strong contrast with this gloomy dungeon, but instead had a peerless beauty.

"So you are the famous Dr. Xue." Hu Batian smiled, "I heard that you are very strong, even stronger than the so-called No. 1 person in the world, Pojun?"

Xue Dongli said: "What do you want to do? Tell me clearly."

Hu Batian's smile seemed even more gloomy under the dim light, like an evil ghost crawling out of the depths of hell.

"Xue Qixuan. You finally fell into my hands." Hu Batian's eyes suddenly changed and became a little weird.

The eyes turned red and the pupils turned into a slit, like the eyes of a lizard.

A huge shadow appeared behind him. The shadow looked like an open starfish, but had the head of a lizard.

Xue Huang said in surprise: "You are not a human, what kind of monster are you?"

Hu Batian smiled gloomyly and chanted loudly: "The old dominant was there, the old dominant is here now, and the old dominant is here forever. It is not in the space we know, but in the spaces

Between them, they pass by the beginning, they are outside the space, and we cannot see them... Through their smell, people can occasionally know that they are close, but no one can

Knowing their appearance, but people can see their appearance from their human offspring; their descendants also have various appearances, the most sincere fantasies of the world, and also have invisible and intangible shapes like them...

People in the world rule the world they once ruled; they will also rule the world ruled by people. After spring and summer, it will fall and winter, and after autumn and winter, it will also spring and summer. They will wait patiently, because they will eventually dominate this place again."

Xue Ye said in shock: "Isn't this "The Book of the Necromancer" by Abdullah Alhassad? It comes from a horror novel by a writer!"

"That's not a novel." Xue Dongli said expressionlessly, "These are all real. The spiritual power of the writer who wrote the novel established a connection with these old dominators before he wrote those stories."

She said with a smile: "Long time no see, Zos Omog."
Chapter completed!