Although these heads were sprinkled with a powder to slow decay, the corroded CD was still very obvious, and because they were exposed to the open yard, the crows attracted by the smell of rancid smell had pecked at the pits, and between the flesh and blood, the corroded pus was all over the white skeletons, which looked extremely disgusting.

But Ye Qingtang, as if he hadn't seen those disgusting pictures at all, walked directly to the skull tower, reached out and took down the head at the top.

And with the moment the head was taken off, the entire skull tower seemed to be violently shaken, and a bang sounded, and more than three hundred human heads rolled down with a gurgling and crackled at Ye Qingtang's feet, but in the blink of an eye, Ye Qingtang's surroundings were covered by hundreds of rotting human heads.

Wu Zheng, who was standing on the side and never spoke, trembled slightly in his eyes, and the creepy scene in front of him made it impossible for people to look directly at it.

Correct......

When Wu Zheng raised his eyes and looked at the girl who was standing in the Shura field, his eyes suddenly shook.

In a blur of flesh and blood, the stunning girl quietly stood in the blood, the sun fell on her, shrouded in a faint halo, in that delicate and stunning face, there was not the slightest panic and fear, the bright eyes lowered slightly, looking at the rotten head in her hand, the sun fell under her long eyelashes, and a mysterious shadow fell under her eyes.

She seemed to be smiling, the corners of her rosy lips slightly raised, chewing on the intriguing arc.

It's like......

She was not holding a disgusting human head, but a jewel of the world.

Ye Qingtang looked at the skull in her hand as if no one was around, letting the thick mucus mixed with the melted flesh drip from her fingers, and her gaze swept over the head that belonged to Wu Chengze, the owner of Juling Mountain Villa.

Wu Zheng has never seen such a girl, but when she saw this bloody scene, she was able to be so calm.

"This is Wu Chengze's head?" After Ye Qingtang looked at it for a while, he suddenly raised his head, chewing a smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Wu Zheng who was stunned.

Wu Zheng suddenly came back to his senses and nodded lightly.

Ye Qingtang didn't say anything more, just looked at the head again, then put it aside, bent down and grabbed the other head......

"You are the adopted son of the owner of the Gathering Spirit Villa?" Ye Qingtang looked at the head in his hand and asked without a word.

"Yes." Wu Zheng responded, his tone was full of respect, in front of the disciples of the sect, Mo said that he was just Wu Chengze's adopted son, even if he was his own son, he also needed to be respectful.

"When did you come to Gathering Spirit Villa?" Although Ye Qingtang was asking Wu Zheng when she said this, her eyes never left these heads in front of her.

Wu Zheng lowered his eyes and said: "When I was still in infancy, I was taken back to the villa by my father. ”

"Where were you at the time of the incident?" Ye Qingtang raised his eyes slightly and looked at Wu Zheng, according to the memory of his previous life, after the tragedy of Juling Villa, the entire force also collapsed, and in the rumors, there was no mention of Wu Zheng's adopted son.

"At the time of the incident, I was ordered by my father to send the young lady of the Dongyue family who came to celebrate her birthday back to the house." Wu Zheng said.