Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Chapter 3398 That's the 'Soul-Devouring Slave Mark'

Below, a bloated, hideous ghost wields a bone whip covered in barbs, lashing it hard across the back of a Zhulong who is carrying a giant rock in front of him.

The dragon looked old, with a hunched back. The whip had torn his skin and caused him to stagger and fall to the ground.

The boulder on his back rolled off and broke his lower leg.

But he dared not scream; he just gritted his teeth and trembled as he tried to get up.

"Old man! Moving so slowly, do you want to die?!"

The ghost roared, raising its bone whip once more, which rained down with a whistling sound.

Each lash tore through flesh and blood.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, rising with the air currents and filling everyone's nostrils.

Yang Rui frowned, his stomach churning.

Although he was used to life and death, such large-scale and cruel enslavement still challenged his bottom line.

He couldn't help but cough a few more times, his body trembling slightly from weakness, and a faint taste of blood seemed to rise in his throat again.

"Su Shen..."

Yang Rui's voice was hoarse: "What exactly does this Ghost Realm want?"

Yang Susu did not answer. Her gaze went beyond the murderous ghost and into the deeper part of the mine.

There, the darkness was even more intense, as if it could swallow even the light.

There was a faint, palpable aura surging within her.

“Whatever they want to do,” Yang Susu released Yang Rui’s hand, and in her palm, a long sword with flowing light slowly condensed, its blade exuding a chilling aura.

"Now that we've stumbled upon it, we can't just ignore it."

Sensing its master's killing intent, Little Blue transformed into a streak of blue light and danced around Yang Susu, seemingly eager to fight.

Guiya can't beat them; these things can kill hordes of them with a single blow, they're just for fun.

"Don't rush."

Yang Susu calmly pressed down on the restless Xiao Lan, her eyes clear: "There are many restrictions here. Making a rash move will only alert the enemy."

"If we're going to save them, we have to save them all."

They can turn the Ghost Realm upside down.

As soon as she finished speaking, the old Zhulong below, who had been whipped, finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted completely.

Seeing this, the ghost cursed and put away its whip, then waved to the distance: "Men! This old thing is useless, drag him to the 'kitchen' and chop him up for everyone's meal!"

Upon hearing the words "kitchen," the Candle Dragons who were still working nearby trembled in unison, their eyes revealing endless fear and sorrow.

No one dared to raise their head; they could only bury their heads even lower and swing their pickaxes even more vigorously.

It seemed that only in this way could they escape that terrible fate.

Yang Susu took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent surging in her heart.

This is not a mine.

This is clearly a hellish realm built upon the flesh and blood of divine beasts!

"This is too tragic... This is just too tragic..."

Although Xiao Lan is a sword spirit, at this moment, even her sword couldn't help but tremble, emitting a low hum.

It saw a young Zhulong, who looked no more than a seven or eight-year-old human child, struggling to drag a basket that was larger than its own body.

The basket was filled with black ore, and it was incredibly heavy.

With each step the young dragon took, its delicate ankles were rubbed raw by the heavy shackles, leaving a bloody mark.

But he dared not stop, because less than three feet behind him, a three-eyed ghost was staring at him menacingly, its whip cracking loudly in the air every now and then.

"These beasts!" Little Yellow was so angry that the leaves on its head popped up, and its two little hands clenched into fists and waved in the air.

"The Zhulong clan are divine beasts!"

"It is a divine beast that governs light!"

"How could we have been bullied like this by these filthy ghouls?"

Yang Rui covered his mouth and coughed twice, his gaze fixed on the ground below: "A dragon in shallow water is mocked by shrimp, a tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs."

"The Ghost Realm is despicable. What exactly do they want?"

His gaze fell on the foreheads of those candle dragons.

Each of the Candle Dragons has a dark red rune imprinted between its eyebrows.

The runes weren't drawn on, but were deeply imprinted into the flesh, even wriggling like a living worm, constantly sucking the divine power and essence of the Candle Dragon.

“That’s the ‘Soul-Devouring Slave Seal’.”

Yang Susu's voice was icy cold; she recognized the origin of the object at a glance.

"This kind of slave mark is extremely vicious. It can not only suppress cultivation, but also directly attack the soul when the victim has the thought of resistance, making life worse than death."

No wonder.

No wonder these tens of thousands of Candle Dragons, possessing world-destroying power, are willing to do hard labor here, enduring beatings and scoldings from ghosts whose cultivation is far inferior to theirs.

It's not that they don't want to resist, it's that they dare not and cannot.

Xiao Huang nodded: "Yes, yes, I know that."

“The Zhulong that the young master took in before also had such a slave mark on its forehead.”

"The young master went to great lengths to remove the slave mark from the old dragon's forehead."

"Oh right, Old Long said he's not Old Long."

"Actually, he was very young. It was because of his escape that his soul was damaged, and coupled with this mark of anger, he became so old."

Yang Rui nodded: "The dragon was saved by my second senior brother. He always thought it was a puppet dragon."

Just then, a commotion arose below.

The old Zhulong, who had previously fainted, was dragged away by two ghost soldiers like a dead dog.

As they passed a mine, a young male Zhulong suddenly dropped his pickaxe and rushed over, throwing himself onto the old Zhulong and screaming, "Father! Father, what's wrong with you?!"

"Let him go! Let my father go!"

"Go away!"

A ghost soldier raised his foot and kicked the young Zhulong hard in the chest.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the young Zhulong was kicked several feet away, crashing heavily into the rock wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, crawling back on all fours to cling tightly to Old Zhulong's leg, his eyes filled with desperate tears: "Please...please don't take him away...he's not dead yet..."

"He can still work...please..."

"Still able to work?" The ghost soldier sneered, and his bone whip lashed out at the young Zhulong's face, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash.

"With all his meridians severed and his soul exhausted, keeping such a useless person around is just a waste of resources!"

"Why not take the meat to the kitchen while it's still hot so the brothers can have a treat!"

"Do not!!!"

The young Zhulong let out a heart-wrenching roar, a sound filled with endless hatred and sorrow that echoed through the empty mine, sending shivers down one's spine.

The surrounding Zhulong dragons all stopped what they were doing and looked over with red eyes.