Chapter 9 A Thought of the Past Becomes Empty

"Here we are."

Bai Yuchen's lips opened slightly, and his eyes were extremely calmly locked on the darkly lit corridor at the end of the main hall in front of him, and in an instant, dense footsteps and heavy gasps sounded at the end of the corridor, Bai Yuchen seemed to sense something, and quickly waved a sharp white light to stab it, and after a swishing sound, a large amount of blood spurted out of the corridor, and the dozen or so leading murderous corpses were suddenly separated, and the fragments of corpses scattered not far from the two of them, looking at the clothes, they were all servants of the Lu family!

"It seems that these have all become Lu Zisheng's meal tickets."

Mo Wenjun couldn't think too much about it at all, at this time, the wave of murderous corpses in the corridor had already stepped on the corpse parts, and walked towards the two of them crookedly, all of them were slaves, their brains were sucked out, their scalps were exposed, and they walked in a twisted posture, and the trampled corpses were ground into pulp in the blink of an eye, and the blood squeaked out, and the scene was very terrifying.

"We can't flow in waves, we have to find Lu Zisheng and cut the grass and eradicate the roots."

Bai Yuchen bowed his head and whispered, and a large number of murderous corpses gradually approached.

"So many murderous corpses! How to find it. ”

At this time, the murderous corpses had gathered to hundreds of corpses, crowded with people, very spectacular, and only an inch away from the two of them.

Mo Wenjun looked at the aggressive murderous corpse in front of him, although his face was not red and his heart was not beating, in fact, he was only thirty percent sure.

"Go to the end of the hallway."

As soon as the words fell, Bai Yuchen took Mo Wenjun's right hand, and hurried away without hesitation, a white light flashed, and then the oncoming murderous corpse was thrown several meters away, blood and flesh splashed, and the unrecognizable head rolled everywhere, splitting a bloody flesh road, taking advantage of the gap when the surviving murderous corpse was slowly outflanked from both sides, the two quickly galloped into the corridor, although the murderous corpse chased after him, but was locked out of the door by the enchantment drawn by Bai Yuchen.

The hallway was lined with blood stains from struggles, shredded fragments of clothing, and for a moment, the two of them saw the stairs leading to the basement.

Mo Wenjun was about to go downstairs, and the familiar roar in the basement echoed, but Bai Yuchen on his side gently tugged at his sleeve, and a gentle whisper sounded from behind his ears.

"Be careful."

"Good!"

Mo Wenjun nodded solemnly, life and death were at stake, and he didn't have the strength to joke.

The two of them immediately went downstairs, the long stone staircase around the lead to the ground several feet deep, pitch black, unfathomable, carefully touched the dark for a while, then saw the scenery in front of them, they were all dumbfounded, where is this West Palace, this is obviously a bloodthirsty prison!

Similar to the prison building of the government officials, the iron-locked rooms are crisscrossed and criss-crossed, and the straw on the floor is full of torn scalps and blood plasma.

"It seems that this is the place where Lu Zisheng and the murderous corpse are held, but I don't know why, they were all released."

Mo Wenjun looked at the prison door open in front of him, thinking in his heart.

"Be careful!"

When Mo Wenjun suddenly came back to his senses, a murderous corpse had raised its jet-black claws, and it was rushing towards his face at a rapid speed, a distorted face that had been lifted open from the skull was infinitely magnified, the huge pupils on the cheeks of the murderous corpse and the bloody face beyond recognition were extremely clear, time seemed to stand still, he completely forgot what to react, gradually lost focus, blurred, and a chaotic picture flashed in his mind like a marquee, Bilian Lake, Qingshui River, Manhualou, and in front of the Xue family ancestral hall, the wonderful young man under the sunIt is said that before a person dies, the memory of a lifetime will be replayed in his mind like a marquee, and he is ...... Are you going to die in the Lu family? Suddenly, a young man appeared vaguely, standing alone on the top of a misty fairy mountain, with a mountain of corpses flowing like a river of corpses at his feet......

This is...... My memory? Why my memory? It's me...... Did you kill so many people? What the hell have I forgotten......