Ye Mushen was silent, and silently said something to Zhou Hao in his heart.

For Ling Shang, perhaps no matter how cruel the death is, it is a well-deserved death.

The two of them were silent and walked to the sacrificial hall on the right.

A man was lying on his side at the long table, his long messy hair was pulled to one side, revealing a scarlet-colored hideous shoulder.

One hand was pressed to his waist, the other hanging down the edge of the table, and blood dripping from his wrist.

Ye Mushen's gaze followed the blood on his hands to the ground.

He gasped, his feet shaking and his vision blurred.

Ling Shang wanted to grab his shoulder, but he only clenched his fists and said in a low voice, "It shouldn't be dead yet." ”

Ye Mu settled his mind and stepped forward.

He didn't expect that after only a few days, he would see the dying Ye Mujing for the second time.

After getting closer, Ye Mushen saw clearly the scarlet on Ye Mujing's shoulder.

When he was pierced by the long needle that was scorched by the fire, Ye Mujing must have struggled in pain, right?

The word "Chen" wrapped in a blood scab on Ye Mujing's shoulder, Ye Mushen couldn't wait to poke his eyes blind.

He stretched out his hand to pick up Ye Mujing, but he felt that it was inappropriate, and looked helplessly at Ling Shang who was leaning on the optimus, "Can you ......?"

"Don't touch him." Ling Shang had no intention of reaching out to help.

"Brother Jing, he ......"

"What about the others?" From Ling Shang's point of view, he could only see Ye Mujing on the long table.

Before seeing Dong Changyou and Zhou Yinchen, he would not take half a step.

Ye Mushen was not worried about Ye Mujing, so he only looked around anxiously.

Ling Shang looked lazily at the portrait of the queen.

"Ah......h......h

Ling Shang followed Ye Mushen's gaze and looked to his left.

His view was obscured by a cabinet.

Only then did Ling Shang enter the sacrificial hall.

In the corner behind the long cabinet, leaning against a disgusting corpse.

The reason why it was obvious that it was a corpse was because his chest was already hollow.

Hundreds of ugly black worms were crawling out of his hollow heart, writhing their bodies swollen from their blood.

Dong Changyou's blackened eyes were open without blinking, and his once elegant face was painfully distorted from torture.

His mouth was sealed with a seal, and the worn-out corners of his mouth were hung with a mixture of fluid and blood, which had dried up.

From time to time, several young maggots emerged from his ear holes.

Ling Shang calmly looked at the scene in front of him, but he felt confused in his heart.

——Dong Changyou...... Don't deserve to die so fast.

Ye Mushen shouted again.

Zhou Yinchen squatted against the wall between the alcove and the portrait with blank eyes, the wrist of one hand was also blurred with flesh and blood, and the other hand was holding a long needle.

"Get out." Ling Shang suddenly roared at Ye Mushen.

"What?" Ye Mushen was puzzled.

"He's got tuberculosis." There was undisguised disdain in Ling Shang's eyes, "You may be infected at any time." ”

"Brother Jing is also ......," Ye Mushen looked down at Ye Mujing, who was dying.

"Report to the police." Ling Shang looked like he didn't care about himself, "Zhou Bingyan has a grudge against Dong Hanlin, and after poisoning him, he and His Royal Highness Jing died of martyrdom here...... This is already a crime, and you and I should not act rashly here. ”

"Ling Shang!" Ye Mushen gritted his teeth with hatred, "Brother Jing is dying!" ”

"So what?" Ling Shang gave him a fierce glare in return.

"Brother Jing can't die." Ye Mushen said and took off his robe with trembling hands, wanting to surround Ye Mujing.

"Stop!" Enraged by his insistence, Ling Shang strode to his side and grabbed his wrist, "You don't even want your own life?" ”