Chapter Forty-Six: Bloody Hell

Under the leadership of the red-clothed messenger, Zhao Haochen quietly shuttled through the dead prison. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe vast prison is like a giant labyrinth, running through narrow passages that can only accommodate two people.

After about ten minutes, a cave that was not very large suddenly appeared in front of me. Followed by a violently damp cold air, mixed with a cold and gloomy bloody aura, Zhao Haochen retched a few times, raised his hand, and covered his nose.

Surrounded by the shrill sound of howling wind, as if thousands of cold blades were spinning and cutting, the narrow passage was filled with the sound of huge winds, the screams of countless monsters, like the gates of hell opening, countless ghosts surging out, devouring the space.

Zhao Haochen let out a short breath, tightened the robe on his body, raised his eyes and swept around, he couldn't help but speed up his pace, this meter-high cave can only be entered and exited by bowing down, it is eerie and terrifying, his eyes are focused on the slightly wider place in front of him.

"It's here!" the red-clothed messenger said coldly, standing aside, expressionless.

Looking at this one-foot-wide space, the scarlet bloody aura was everywhere, the whole space seemed to be soaked in blood, the yellow walls had been dyed dark red, and the dripping sound was like the cry of a ghost in the dead silence, adding to the dead atmosphere with a touch of coldness, Zhao Haochen frowned, and his lonely face showed a thick annoyance.

"Is this it?" his voice was as cold as ice, and his questioning tone was impuded with command.

"This is it!" the red-clothed messenger said indifferently.

"Do you want to die?" The fear in Zhao Haochen's heart climbed into his heart, the bloody hell was the place where he could stay as a student.

However, there is a dead end ahead, he can only continue to have a cold face, sharp eyelids, and a tyrannical expression, he knows that at this time he has the only life, otherwise what awaits him is only the favor of death, and he does not want to become the favorite of death.

The cold and resolute face made the red-clothed messenger hesitate a little, glanced at each other, a touch of resoluteness flashed in his eyes, Zhao Haochen's heart hanging in his heart was pounding, and he felt that he was about to highlight his heart, so he simply didn't do anything, a cold light flashed in his cold eyes, and he added coldly, "You can't afford the consequences!"

The red cloak of the red-clothed messenger moved slightly, hesitated, the two glanced at each other, the red clothes on the left quickly disappeared into the dark and narrow tunnel, and the other stood coldly on the side, like a sculpture, lifeless.

Zhao Haochen stood in this dark cave, feeling the sound of devil crying, his mood calmed down slightly, his cold and white face gradually recovered a trace of ruddy, staring at the drops of water that fell, the brows as sharp as the blade of the sword were tightly twisted together, and heavy doubts took root in his mind.

"How can there be water droplets here?" he walked inside and stretched out his hand, the biting coldness seemed to freeze his fingers and chill into his bone marrow.

"Could it be that this is underground?" A cold wind blew, Zhao Haochen shivered coldly, turned around, and the red-clothed messenger who disappeared was already standing behind him like a ghost.

"Follow me!" the cold voice of the red-clad messenger rang out through the narrow tunnel.

The red-clothed messenger leading the way always hid his face under his blood-red hood. The gloomy feeling in Zhao Haochen's heart never dissipated, staring at the red-clothed messenger who turned around first, Zhao Haochen spoke: "The underground makes me very uncomfortable, don't let me down!"

The red-clothed messenger who turned around suddenly turned around, like a ghost floating in hell, raised his head slightly, a white storm raging in his dark pupils, and an eerie and cold feeling entangled him, like a cold python tightly bound him.

Zhao Haochen's face was pale and bloodless, he unconsciously took a few steps back, standing still, his eyes flickering, no one knew what he was thinking, the only information that could be read was that the tyrannical killing intent kept accumulating, as if the moment before a volcano erupted.

"Let's go!" the red-clothed messenger came out of the darkness, staring at him and said indifferently.

"Snort--" The cold light flashed in the darkness, a big head fell to the ground, the erect neck that lost its head was like a fountain full of power, and the hot blood gushed out unscrupulously, sprinkled on the dark cliffs around it, and the thick bloody breath was even better.

The long knife in the hand of the red-clothed envoy standing aside suddenly came out of its sheath, shining with a cold cold light in the dark night, staring at Zhao Haochen vigilantly.

Zhao Haochen's figure was hidden in the cold darkness, the clouds in his cold eyes were light, his pale face became indifferent again, and the corners of his cold mouth had a cruel smile, "I don't want to die, lead the way!"

The red-clothed messenger looked at his partner who fell to the ground, still flowing with blood, the huge red cloak trembled slightly, and after a short hesitation, he turned around and led the way forward, I don't know when, another red-clothed messenger had already stood behind him, and the shock in Zhao Haochen's heart twisted into a huge fear, which slowly invaded his heart.

I don't know how long he walked through the tunnel soaked in the ghostly wind and cold, his sense of touch was a little numb, a little lazy sunlight sprinkled down, there was a little more warmth in the deep and cold tunnel, and the cold devil cry disappeared.

Searching for the tunnel and moving forward, he had a feeling that they had been traveling in the direction of the overhead, but the twisting and turning made him a little suspicious, and after feeling the warmth, he finally determined that there was a huge and mysterious underground prison here.

At the moment of walking out of the cave, the dazzling sunlight shone directly, Zhao Haochen squinted his eyes, raised his hand to cover the spilled sunlight, slowly removed his palm, looked at the bright sunshine, sighed heavily, the faint breath condensed in his chest drifted away with the wind, and the fear suppressed in his heart finally disappeared under the sun, and the darkness was always afraid of the sunshine.

The scarlet robe of the red-clothed messenger still covered his face, trembling slightly, the sleeves of the robe were slightly raised, covering his head, obviously there was a trace of fear of the sun, they belonged to the messenger in the dark, the sun was their lifelong luxury, the world above their heads was destined to be devoid of them, forever squirming in the eerie and terrifying underground, the underground is their paradise.

"Lead the way!" Under the command of the voice that exuded joy, the red-clothed messenger did not move, and a subordinate in a strong robe walked over from a distance and respectfully led the way.

Zhao Haochen glanced at it, and the red-clothed messenger still returned to the eerie and terrifying underground, and he didn't see the light of day.