Chapter Ninety-Six: The Crazy Old Man

It's a pity that the only hope for the two of them is that they are also in great trouble at this time.

The group passed through one hall after another, as if they would never finish.

The main hall is the same as a normal palace, there are tables and chairs, and occasionally you can look at the objects on the shelves, and there are many broken porcelain on the ground, which confirm that someone has been here, and looking at the degree of chaos and almost looting, it is obvious that there are many people who have come.

"Someone."

When everyone slowly approached, they couldn't help but gasp, this was the first time they had seen a 'person', no, a human corpse after they entered the secret realm.

Except for the clothes that can be seen as a man, he can no longer see his original appearance, and his whole body is shriveled, like a crumpled skin on the skeleton.

"It's sucked out of energy." The first elder of the Qinglong Kingdom is well-informed in the end. "Some people who cultivate evil skills rely on absorbing other people's cultivation and essence blood to improve their own strength, that is, evil cultivation."

"Master, evil cultivators are different from our spiritual cultivators, they don't need to cultivate, they purely rely on absorbing the strength of others, and moreover, the same cultivation is at least two levels higher than when fighting, and the explosive power is extremely strong." Dong frowned, although he knew about the evil cultivator, it was the first time he had seen it.

"It's not a good thing to be able to attract everyone here."

"Little sister means that this secret realm has been controlled by evil cultivators? What attracts us to ......? Xuan Tianci's heart trembled, as the princes of a first-class power, of course their knowledge was no less than others, but this evil cultivation was indeed tricky.

"Well, it shouldn't be wrong." Xuan Qiyue nodded lightly. "As long as you can see people, it's not far from the center, so you have to be cautious."

As Xuan Qiyue expected, the further he went, the more corpses he saw, all of them were people who had been absorbed into the essence blood and died, without exception.

At this time, in the center of the palace, a lean, sloppy-looking old man was lying on the ground with his back facing the sky, his slightly pale lips kept smashing and smashing. "Pathetic, there's not even a hint of fragrance. Heyβ€”"

"Huh." The old man sitting cross-legged on the side shook his head helplessly. "Still talking? The old man's family has been stripped by you. ”

The lean old man turned over, and a pair of dripping eyes glared. "Tell me, what's the matter? Yes? Even those prisoners in the prison have to be entertained with wine, meat and food before they die, but here, there is not even a single weed, and even if there is no grass, at least they have to have some good wine, right? You can't be so unreasonable, can you? ”

"You crazy old man, heyβ€”" the old man let out a long sigh. "We brothers are planted here."

"It's planted, and it's just the old man, I'll do it again." The thin old man glanced at the old man disapprovingly, and then wailed with a sad face: "The poor old man is addicted to alcohol, and he is coming...... Debt collectors? ”

"Ahh

Before the other old man could react, a low, lazy, and playful voice had already reached his ears.

"Are you sure you want to run?"

The lean old man who was scurrying around like a headless fly stiffened, and had to look at the person who came, and an old face was immediately full of chrysanthemums, and he wondered: "Run?" Who dares to run? The good man told the old man that the old man had gone and killed him. ”