Crossing the Sauvignon Blanc

Chapter 184 Reaping the consequences

You walked out of the secret room with a cold laugh. He came to the group of people being held captive, looked at the expectant Tushan clan members, and said in a strange tone: "The Second Young Master of Tushan wants to see you. Be quiet and don't talk nonsense!"

Oh, it seems he can't speak either. You kindly took off everyone's hood. Seeing You's gentle smile, those who knew You felt relieved. Tushan Cao was even more furious. After leaving here, he would definitely kill the manager of the Death Arena and all the demon slaves. They were so vicious. They actually cut out his tongue, force-fed him drugs, and locked him in handcuffs and anklets. He would definitely report it to the Second Young Master. The slaves in the Death Arena had rebelled, even the slave owners had rebelled. The Second Young Master would definitely deal with them. The more miserable they are now, the better!

The long, seemingly endless passageway was dark and deep, with a faint firelight flickering. Tushan Cao walked away terrified. What was the Second Young Master doing here? He looked up and was suddenly met with a pair of lustrous green eyes. Tushan Cao screamed and fell to the ground. The panicked crowd instinctively tried to escape, but they were mercilessly whipped down. There was no chance of survival here! The screams startled the creatures above, and they fluttered their wings and flew over the crowd. Only then did they realize they were just bats. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

A quarter of an hour later, everyone was squeezed into a secret room. They watched curiously, wondering what the Second Young Master had called them for. A figure sat above, their features unclear. A dimly lit night pearl shone overhead, casting a shadow on Tu Shanjing, creating an eerie effect.

"Sir, one hundred people are here."

"Very well, go down."

"Sir, you better take a look,"

Tu Shanjing was puzzled. What happened to You today? They were all dying. What was there to see?

Suddenly, the dark room trembled without a trace of wind, and the door curtain was lifted. Tu Shanjing looked up and was so shocked that he almost sat up. He said angrily, "How can you do this? Didn't I ask you to send the demon slaves here? What are you sending them for?"

"Ah...ah..."

When everyone saw that it was really the Second Young Master, they all wanted to cry out about how unfairly they had been treated, and they all knelt down and begged the Second Young Master to give them justice.

"Sir, I didn't send them. Someone switched them. Someone cut off their tongues, disguised them as demon slaves, and sent them here in boxes!"

"Where's the demon slave?!"

"I don't know, I haven't had time to check yet!"

"Ugh! Didn't you check it when you went there?"

"I checked it, nothing's wrong, it seems... I can't remember..."

You tried hard to recall, but she just couldn't remember the details of the examination. She covered her head with her hands, her headache was splitting, and she endured it without crying out!

"Don't think about it, your memory has been tampered with!"

Only Xiangliu could possess this ability! Seeing the strange expressions on the faces of the Tushan side clan members, Tushan Jing felt as if he had been slapped in the face. This was a warning to him: the demon slaves in the Death Arena must not move! They knew he was practicing demonic skills, but they didn't expose him! Therefore, Xiaoyao knew about the demonic energy in the tea, and Xiangliu knew it too!

The situation was now dire. Tu Shanjing looked at the crowd below. Some, sensing something was amiss, instinctively retreated, but the door to the secret room had already closed when they entered. They banged on it, but when it refused to open, they looked to You for help. Seeing You remained expressionless, they looked at Tu Shanjing in despair. They knelt and begged for mercy, repeatedly banging their heads against the floor and screaming, "Ahhh!"

"Sir, they..."

"My tongue is gone, there's no point in keeping it..."

"Yes, son!"

You tactfully came to stand behind Tushan Jing. Everyone was horrified when they heard what he said. Some were dissatisfied. Although they didn't know what Tushan Jing was going to do, it was obvious that he wanted to kill them to silence them. Only a few young masters with questionable IQs were confused and still expected Tushan Jing to give them justice. Some people couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to fight to the death. They rushed towards Tushan Jing. Before they got close, they were sucked in by Tushan Jing. His hand grabbed the person's head. The person felt that his entire soul, spiritual power, and blood were sucked away. His expression was distorted with pain. Black air enveloped him. Without making a sound, he turned into a dead corpse.

Tushan Cao was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder, fell back in terror, and sat on the ground, crawling backwards, leaving behind a pool of yellow water...

Tushan Jing frowned unhappily, as if recalling a scene not long ago. He raised his hand and sucked Tushan Cao. Tushan Cao struggled in vain, and his eyes became dull for a moment. After a while, another dried corpse appeared, and was thrown away by Tushan Jing in disgust!

Everyone was rioting and banging on the stone door frantically. Tu Shanjing thought it was too noisy, so he started practicing his skills. Countless black air rushed towards everyone. In an instant, everyone stopped moving, their eyes dull. Countless blood and energy accompanied by steam-like things went towards Tu Shanjing. The broken bones of Tu Shanjing's big foot and dantian were repaired bit by bit. The blood and energy of his fellow tribesmen made him feel more comfortable and he couldn't stop.

Tu Shanjing squinted his eyes comfortably, feeling his injuries gradually recovering, and he smiled smugly.

"Xiangliu, it doesn't matter if you hurt me. As long as I have a breath left, I can stand up again. The thing the world lacks the most is people. If you push me to the limit, you will regret it!"

"Why hasn't it healed yet? Impossible! I already have enough energy and blood, why is it still not working?"

Tu Shanjing suddenly began to frantically absorb all the remaining people's essence, blood, and spiritual consciousness, but there was still no movement below!

"Xiangliu! Haoling Jiuyao, I, Tushan Jing, will fight you to the death!"

You heaved a sigh of relief behind him. It's gone... That's good...

On the second day, a piece of news that shocked the entire Tushan clan spread. One hundred and one people from a branch of the Tushan clan disappeared in one day. A related guard was knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he found that his master was missing. He was about to tell the head of the family, but found that the head of the family was also missing. All the people who could be in charge were missing. He was at a loss for a moment and could only send someone to report to the Tushan Mansion.

For a moment, everyone was buzzing with discussion. But the story was quickly hushed up, with rumors swirling that the eldest son had discovered a secret location and was leading them there to explore. Everyone envied their luck. Only a few people saw the clues, but they didn't dare dwell on them or speak out. Sometimes, the more you know, the faster you die!

Soon more than a month passed, and Tu Shanjing looked at the information handed to him and was so angry that he was shaking all over.

The Death Arena was no longer under the control of the Tushan family. The people behind the scenes were kind enough to give the Tushan family annual dividends, which was already a great favor to them! But he couldn't move. If he did, the Death Arena would completely turn against his Tushan family. They might not be able to withstand the crazy revenge of tens of thousands of demons!

Is this what Xiaoyao and Xiangliu are so confident about? No, it's more than tens of thousands! What about the demon slaves who died in the past two hundred years? Are they really dead? Where did the ones who survived go?

Tu Shanjing held his head in his hands. Why? They always managed to get the better of him! He refused to accept it! Why?