The Psychic Girl

Chapter 137 Twin Brothers in the Dungeon

"Fourth Master? The Ouyang family only has one Grand Master and three old masters, so where did the Fourth Master come from? How dare you pretend to be a member of the Ouyang family? What a bunch of ignorant fellows!

Get out of here! If you stay here any longer, don’t blame us for being rude! ! "

The guards standing at the door looked arrogant and couldn't wait to drive away the group of "uninvited guests" in front of them.

Upon hearing these words from the guards, Ouyang Xun's face immediately turned pale. It would be fine if it was just him who suffered this humiliation, but this time the Human Emperor was standing behind him!

Gently wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he turned around and secretly glanced at the expression of the Human Emperor behind him. Finding that he was still calm and composed, Ouyang Xun breathed a sigh of relief. He also changed his usual elegant demeanor and loudly rebuked the guards in front of him with a tough attitude.

"What do you mean by impersonation! Open your eyes and take a good look! I am Ouyang Xun himself!

Go and tell my big brother Ouyang Zhi to come out and see! You will know the truth!"

One of the guards sneered at Ouyang Xun's words.

"You dare to say he's not an imposter! The master just passed away, and you actually asked us to find him? Are you looking for bad luck?"

"What?! My eldest brother is dead!!!"

Upon hearing the news of his elder brother's death, Ouyang Xun was shocked.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, the door that had been tightly closed was suddenly opened, and a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old with lively eyes and eyebrows suddenly appeared, followed by two maids of similar age.

The girl was filled with anger and yelled at the guards.

"What are you guys arguing about outside?! Do you all want to taste my Mu Ya San?!"

"Xuan'er?"

Although he had been away from home for many years, Ouyang Xun recognized the girl at a glance. She was his niece Ouyang Xuan.

The girl stared at Ouyang Xun with suspicion at first, but then she realized that the person in front of her was her fourth uncle who had not returned home for a long time! Her gloomy face finally showed a rare smile.

"Fourth Uncle?! Is it really you?

Fourth uncle, you are back? ! "

After hearing what their young lady said, the guards at the door realized that they had offended the wrong person. They frowned at each other and hurriedly moved away from the door that was originally blocked to let their young lady come out.

"Xuan'er, you've grown up so much! ... Oh, right! Why did they just say that my eldest brother was dead?! How is this possible?!"

Facing fourth uncle's questioning, Ouyang Xuan lowered her head with a melancholy look.

"My father..."

Seeing Xuan'er looking embarrassed for a moment, Ouyang Xun stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders.

"What happened to Big Brother?"

He grabbed Ouyang Xuan's hands which trembled uncontrollably. When he raised his head, he saw countless fluttering white funeral banners and mourning banners hanging on the pillars through the open door behind her.

Ji Tianming, who had been silent since entering Yancheng, suddenly took several steps back when he saw the scene inside. He raised his head and looked far up at the sky above Ouyang Mansion. For some reason, he always felt that there were too many unusual things here.

What on earth happened to the Ouyang family? ! !

……

Just separated by a wall from the dungeon where Ye Lianxi was located, there was another dungeon used to imprison male slaves. Compared to the dampness of the water dungeon, the dungeon was even more filthy and cold.

However, while the upper classes were wailing, the dungeon with many male slaves was much more lively.

"Don't be anxious! Come one by one!

As long as you are willing to accept my interview, everyone can have a share! "

In the spacious dungeon, there were dozens of cages of the same style, holding thousands of male slaves.

Among them, there were two men wearing slave uniforms. They looked identical, twin brothers, but unlike the decadent faces of other slaves, both of them had rosy complexions and were full of energy.

One of them holds a leather album in one hand, while the other holds a pen and writes something on a thin piece of paper. They work very well together. The one standing on the left drawing has a mole under his left eye, and he is the younger brother. The one on the right writing has a mole under his right eye, and he is the older brother.

"Okay! Next! Let me first tell you about my experience before I was locked up in the Auction City dungeon!

How did you come to Yancheng and become a slave? "

While the elder brother was busy recording the slaves' statements, the younger brother, who had been drawing the images, asked in a low voice with some hesitation.

"Brother! Do you think we can do it?

This time I came here specifically to investigate the slave trade of the Phantom Tribe, but I didn't report it to the association. Is it dangerous? I think... I will be scolded by the leader when I go back! Maybe I will even be fined!

The monthly allowance is not much to begin with, and it is almost like voluntary work. Why would we give up our duties as young masters and join the Discipline Association for no reason! ..."

Compared to his weak and tolerant younger brother, the older brother is much more radical and active.

In response to his brother's complaints, he waved his hands impatiently.

"Brother, stop arguing with me!

Just wait and see! I will definitely dig out the most shocking gossip and truth about Lingwu Continent!

One day, I will become someone like the captain who is closest to the truth of Lingwu history!"

……

Ye Lianxi never dreamed that underneath the water dungeon they were in would be a larger dungeon holding male slaves. Otherwise, she would never have chosen to escape in this way.

The climax of the first day of the Phantom Clan's underground auction city gradually arrived with the opening of the curtain outside the water dungeon.

The noisy shouting at the scene became weaker when the person in charge of the auction process appeared, but when they heard that there was a Xueyin tribe among the female slaves this time, the auctioneers who had been sitting outside and regained their quietness stood up excitedly again. For a moment, the shouting became even more heated.

However, this is also expected. After all, for any race, the Xueyin tribe is a rare existence that has only been active on the continent in recent years.

The shouting outside was harsh, but one has to know that the Xueyin Clan is a very cold and arrogant race. The most difficult thing for them to accept is the contempt and blasphemy of others.

The actions of the onlookers outside made Bai Ke, who was trapped in the iron cage, look much colder, and thin ice crystals formed around her body due to her changing mood...

In fact, every opening auction does not require the auction house to bring out expensive items. It is more like a ceremony, a performance. As long as the items brought out can ignite the enthusiasm of the scene and stimulate people's desires, then it is the most appropriate.

Deciding the fate of those young and beautiful female slaves from the mouth of the sharp-toothed arrowfish would unintentionally bring an indescribable pleasure of conquest and control to many of the people present.

Accustomed to the dim light in the dungeon, it took Ye Lianxi a few minutes to finally adapt to the strong light that suddenly shone in from outside the curtain and the countless pairs of burning eyes staring at them.

The thousands of buyers sitting in the stands outside the curtain came from all over the continent, regardless of race, identity or gender, just like the masks of different shapes and colors on their faces. They came to this lawless place - Yancheng, to the last auction of this year, with different purposes and goals.