Chapter 10 Case Pond Corridor Hand in hand

"Don't ask you! Don't ask you! ”

As if drowning was aroused, and the hazy thoughts were violently pulled by the nightmare, Mo Wenjun struggled for a while, and finally frowned slightly, but vaguely felt a drop of cold water falling on his cheeks, and wanted to wipe it off, but there was a sharp pain in his arm, and after a snort, the tired eyelids finally opened slowly, and the faint light made him gradually wake up, and the top of his head was black, he looked around in pain, only to find that he was now in prison, and a spell had been cast on the door, and the murderous corpses outside roared again and again, But it was in vain, but it was safe.

He breathed a sigh of relief, faintly turned to Bai Yuchen in front of him, who had his back to him, looked at the very handsome but repulsive back, and grinned reluctantly.

"Brother Yuchen, this is ...... I owe you a favor again. ”

Bai Yuchen turned his head slightly, still looking unkind. The long eyelashes seem to be a little red, flickering, but they are gentle and wonderful.

"Out of the way, the wound has been taken care of."

Mo Wenjun lowered his eyebrows, his right arm was bandaged with a black cloud brocade cloth, and it seemed that the bleeding had stopped.

"Thank you."

"Between you and me, there is no need to thank you."

Bai Yuchen turned around and glanced at Mo Wenjun, who had recovered most of his life, quickly withdrew his gaze, and turned his back again.

"That'...... Brother Yuchen, what should we do next? ”

Mo Wenjun propped his elbows and sat down beside the cold wall with great difficulty, his whole face bloodless.

"Look at the ground."

Bai Yuchen pointed to the thorny straw floor under his feet, which was littered with countless bloody footprints and jets of blood, but he was still thoughtless.

"Lu Zisheng's identity as a young master, the wood grain of the sole of the shoe must be distinguished from that servant."

After hearing this, Mo Wenjun slowly looked towards the end of the small corridor in this prison, and sure enough, there was a bloodstain that could not be found at all without looking closely, printed with faint cloud patterns, leading to the dark end of this corridor.

"It's still inside."

Mo Wenjun stared at this direction, there was only a way to go, no way to come, it seemed that if he wanted to find Lu Zisheng, this road had to go on.

"Can you still blow the fall?"

Bai Yuchen looked at Mo Wenjun, who was injured in front of him, and then looked at a group of murderous corpses in front of the door, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to be a little worried.

"Of course, don't underestimate me, let's go."

He stood up grinning with pain, his face was extremely bad, he felt dizzy after getting up, his body suddenly stumbled, and Bai Yuchen hurriedly dragged his body forward.

"It's okay, I don't ask you...... Never lags behind. ”

After closing his eyes for a while, he pretended to be calm and pushed away Bai Yuchen's hand that stepped forward to support him. If you can't get out of this West Palace, you can't drag down the Xianmen disciple in front of you who went to tease on a whim, and after knowing him for a day, but helping him everywhere, it is enough to be reasonable and reasonable.

……

Not long after, there was a melodious and clear flute sound in the swaying West Palace, which made the moonlight clear and sad, like the silent whimper of a crying bride.

And the murderous corpses that were originally roaring madly in the dungeon have turned into a pool of slightly rippling river, and finally quieted down. Mo Wenjun forcibly supported his body to suppress the murderous corpse, and followed Bai Yuchen to the deepest part of the corridor, and the two of them slowly moved their feet, for fear of alarming the monster that was close at hand and could take people's lives at any time.

"Here we are."

After walking for a long time, Bai Yuchen's face sank, and he stopped suddenly, and his eyes were locked on the thin back in front of the end of the corridor, and the master and servant were different, Lu Zisheng's thin gold silk satin was in a pile of coarse linen clothes, which was very conspicuous.

As if hearing something, he slowly turned around and stood up, holding a handful of bright red crushed brain pulp in his hand, chewing it with relish, the brain pulp and blood that fell out of the flesh gap were already in a large pool on the ground, and the floating blood-pink scalp and pulp flesh were disgusting.

Lu Zisheng's eyes were empty and black at this time, his stomach was already a little exaggerated, like a manipulated and unconscious marionette, his cheekbones were protruding, and his mouth full of brain marrow made a sticky chirp in his mouth.