Chapter 202: Secret Method of Prolonging Life
The barbarian demon was very tall. Even when he was sitting on a chair, he was taller than the skinny Qigong monk who was bending over to serve him.

"There are thirty-three in total, and the extra three are extra."

The barbarian demon stood up, as tall as a hill, with a bell around his neck and a long rope in his hand.

The thin Qigong monk had a bitter face and cried out, "Master Barbarian, you are really good at bargaining. You bought three of them in one go. I can't afford the loss!"

The thin Qigong cultivator trotted over to the barbarian demon and said, "It's not that I'm stingy, but just look at the quality of these people first!"

He dragged the barbarian demon outside the yard, "Xiao Liu, bring one over here!"

Xiaoliu was sitting in front of the first prison car, playing with his hands out of boredom. When he heard Master Wang's call, he got off the car skillfully and opened the door of the square wooden cage.

The cage is very small, about three feet long and wide, and normally can only accommodate an adult squatting in it.

But there were three rather strong men crammed into the cage.

Their eyes were lifeless, and they were huddled together in a twisted manner. A few hands and legs were visible through the gaps in the cage, and the rest of them were curled up into a ball, leaving no room for movement.

Xiaoliu opened the wooden door, and the people inside couldn't move because the wooden door was even smaller, less than two feet long and wide.

He grabbed an arm, didn't care whose it was, and pulled it out.

Although Xiaoliu's name sounds young, he is actually a big bearded man. He used to be a dog butcher and was very strong. Later, he was noticed by Wang Er and learned a body-building skill from him, which made him even stronger.

In his eyes, these people were just like fat dogs. He could just grab their thin legs and lift them out with just a stretch of his hand.

The man whose arm was caught in the cage was unfortunately squeezed in the innermost part.

Xiaoliu didn't even look back and just pulled hard.

The tremendous force caused the man to rub along the side of the cage, leaving a series of hideous cuts on his body.

The man screamed, and Xiaoliu slapped him. The man whimpered and trembled, not daring to make any more sound.

Xiaoliu nodded with satisfaction and threw the man in front of the thin Qigong practitioner.

The Qigong practitioner grabbed the man's neck and handed him to the barbarian demon like a chicken.

The man's face turned red and he struggled in pain.

"Look at how lively it is, how muscular it is, and how heavy it is. This is good stuff!"

The thin monk was like a salesman, showing off the man he had to the barbarian demon.

The barbarian demon nodded and handed thirty-three signs to the thin monk.

"Okay, I won't give you any less for these three. With these thirty-three people, there are still three hundred and sixty-seven offerings left for this year."

"Okay, I'll pack it for you?"

"No need!" The barbarian demon waved his hand, took the rope in his hand, tied the man in front of him like a dumpling, then took off the bell hanging on his arm and put it on the ground.

The bell swelled up in the wind and became three meters high.

The barbarian demon threw the tied man into the bell, then he took out a rope, walked to the prison van, took out a man, tied him up, and threw him into the bell.

Take, tie, throw.

He kept counting in his mouth, one, two, three.

"Thirty-three."

The barbarian demon tied up the last man and threw him into the bell. When the man was put into the bell, his desperate eyes suddenly lit up. He looked in the direction of Liuzi and wanted to shout, but it was too late.

After the barbarian demon finished counting, he thrust the bell into the ground, halfway submerging it.

He shook the bell to make sure it was stable, then took out an iron pestle from his arms. One end of the pestle was small and the other end was large.

The barbarian demon grabbed the thin end and was about to smash it into the bell.

"Stop!" someone shouted!

The person who spoke was not Zhang Tie. He was about to attack when he was stopped by the voice. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice, and found that the person who spoke was Liu Zi.

Everyone looked at Liuzi.

Liuzi regretted what he said. He had worked in the Wang family for many years, and every year he would arrest people according to Wang Erdui's instructions.

He knew that these people were given to the barbarians and their final fate would be death.

But he just saw the last person, and that person looked familiar to him, as if he was an acquaintance.

There was murderous intent in the barbarian demon's eyes; he hated being disturbed.

The thin Qigong practitioner said, "Sixth Son, you are hysterical. What crazy things are you talking about!"

Wang Er laughed dryly and said, "Master Man, Liuzi didn't mean it. Just treat it as a fart. You still need to squeeze the juice. If these people stay in the bell for too long, they will probably die. Don't you agree?"

There was no change in the Barbarian Demon's copper bell eyes. He put down the iron pestle in his hand and walked towards Liuzi.

Liuzi looked at the mountain-like body of the barbarian demon. With every step he took, the ground trembled slightly, and his heart trembled as well.

The barbarian demon walked up to Liuzi and stretched out his hand to grab him.

Liuzi was so frightened that he couldn't move. He tried desperately to escape, but he couldn't move. He was like a fat dog with his throat locked. He couldn't use even the slightest bit of strength.

Wang Er hurried over, still smiling, but mixed with some anxiety.

I don’t know if it was because he did too many immoral things, but he had hundreds of concubines but did not have any offspring.

He treated Liuzi as his own son, he couldn't let Liuzi die!
Wang Er's words still carry some weight. Man Mo said, "He deserves to die. Do you want to save him?"

Wang Er nodded, but his heart was bleeding. He knew that this barbarian demon was going to make a huge demand from him!

The barbarian demon opened his mouth wide, "You can let him go, I want your secret method to prolong life!"

Wang Er's pupils shrank slightly, and he paused for a moment, then quickly changed his expression, maintaining the smile from before, "You're joking, how could I know how to increase my lifespan? If I did, I would have become an immortal long ago!"

Manmo shook his head, he knew Wang Er was lying.

Wang Er has lived for at least a hundred years.

He knew that a normal person could live over a hundred years, especially a cultivator like Wang Er who had achieved great accomplishments.

But it was impossible for Wang Er, because he could see that Wang Er was a eunuch!

The barbarian demon has been in contact with these people for many years and knows their body structure like the back of his hand.

He could tell at a glance that Wang Er was not a normal person!

People like Wang Er can't live past fifty years old at most. Even if he practices cultivation, he won't live more than a hundred years!

He had long wanted to find an opportunity to obtain Wang Er's secret, but this was the territory of the immortal cultivators, and he could not go too far.

He can't fly, and if he was discovered, he might be trapped here and die, so he kept his thoughts to himself.

Now is a great opportunity!

The barbarian demon stared at Wang Er without blinking.

The smile on Wang Er's face froze. "How about I send you another hundred people? Think about it, Liuzi is just an ordinary person, how can he be worthy of a hundred people!"

The barbarian demon still shook his head.

He increased the strength in his hands and grabbed Liuzi's arm like he was grabbing a branch.

(End of this chapter)