Chapter 43: Blood Does Not Clot

Zhao Haochen was thrown to the ground with a bang, and in an angry wail, that familiar breath completely filled his nostrils, and the faint sound of insects wriggling echoed in one after another weak and weak wails. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The bloody smell of almost vomiting filled the whole world, and he recalled the dull wriggling sound that was sticky on the eardrums, and his vision was scarlet. From time to time, he could still hear a muffled voice, as if death was coming to him again.

After a low conversation, Feiyan disappeared from his voice, presumably putting him in that terrifying place, throwing him into the pool of blood again, his eyes closed, and his mind quickly thought of how to escape.

"Hey, Jianzi, how about we fight out?" Zhao Haochen's eyes were scorching, his handsome eyes were surging with fine light, and Qi Ji looked at him with sincerity as if he was worshipping the gods and Buddhas, waiting for the manifestation of the gods and Buddhas.

"Okay!" Jianzi said softly, his sharp eyes surging with a touch of unruliness, but then he disappeared in an instant, still that cold face, a glacier that has not melted for thousands of years, and the eyes of a lifetime, sharp as sharp eyebrows, more like a sharp sword, standing between heaven and earth, eyes open and closed, as if there are stars rising and falling.

"Wow, that's great!" Zhao Haochen was lying in the pitch-black sack, his brain was filled with bloody breath, his nerves were suddenly abnormally active, and his hands shook the sword with both hands, shaking violently, quite like he had epilepsy.

Who knows, the next sentence of Jianzi was like a basin of cold water, poured on the rising flame.

"I'm going to die halfway!"

"Damn, isn't it!" Zhao Haochen grabbed the palm of the sword, suddenly exerted a few points, and under the gaze of those cold and sharp eyes, he withdrew his palm like lightning, and the look of disappointment in his eyes swirled in his body.

The darkness was like a ghost in hell, mercilessly devouring his faith. His throat was filled with viscous plasma, mixed with the thick smell of blood in the air, making him feel like death was beckoning to him.

In the air, except for the muffled sound of squirming and screaming outside, there was only a heavy wheezing.

Hot tears slowly flowed down his cold cheeks, and the lonely dead silence devoured his desire to survive. The fragments of dusty memories kept flashing in his mind, the beauty of the years, the sinister rivers and lakes, the strife in the world, and the joy in the classroom...... Flickered and faded, disappearing into the silent and endless darkness.

A bright light flashed in the dark sack, broke free, and the dim eyes were in front of him, and after a few minutes the vision condensed.

How similar this scene was to the bloody scene that preceded it.

The huge blood-red pool filled with blood, the viscous plasma exuded a bloody breath, permeating the space, the blood-red slurry was completely solidified together, and the white flesh worms shuttled in it, poking their heads out, and some continued to shuttle downward, like earthworms in the soil used to enrich the soil, however, this white flesh worm looked like it was relieving the coagulated plasma, and the nauseating breath was even stronger.

The six handsome young men around the blood pool were in a row, weak and weak, with a look of confusion and despair on their pale faces, and their sharp eyebrows were open to the sky, and at a glance, they knew that it was a sword cultivator.

One arm rested weakly on the edge of the pool of blood, and the scarlet blood flowed like a stream in the pool that exuded blood.

"Young master, the blood in this pool of blood has been coagulating, and it can't be controlled at all!" The red-clothed man lowered his head, his voice trembled a little, his eyebrows and eyes were covered under the crimson robe, shrouded in darkness, he couldn't see any expression, and respectfully bowed to the cold white-clothed man in front of him.

"Double the blood, double the flesh worms!" The white-clothed man shrouded in the huge scarlet heart felt a pain, his brows were almost twisted together, obviously a little hesitant, the two of them flashed with a cold light, firmly gave the order, and then fell into a huge silence.

The white-clothed man's pupils constricted into a slit, and he kept trembling, staring at the coagulated plasma, and two tear stains slowly slipped down the moist corners of his eyes.

With a pop, a smile appeared on Zhao Haochen's desperate face, and the shock in his heart was like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens, the cultural level of the 21st century is advanced, such a huge project, sacrificing so many people, just to prevent the blood from coagulating, this is really a piece of cake.

The cold gaze of the man in white burst out, rushing out, like an unsheathed sword blade, flashing with an eerie and terrifying light, and the angry flames were like a volcano about to erupt, accumulating the strength of the last moment, and then a touch of banter flashed on his cold face, staring at Zhao Haochen, "Drain his blood for me!"

The red-clothed messenger took the order and walked towards Zhao Haochen.

"Slow!" Zhao Haochen, who had recovered a little, lay on the ground obliquely, the fear and despair were swept away, a bright smile appeared on his delicate face, and the corners of his mouth were gently raised, like a big brother next door.

The man in white stopped slowly, turned around, and said coldly, "What other words do you have?"

"Last words, who said I'm going to die? I'm dead, I guess you won't be able to find the method you want to find in your life!"

"Do you have a way?"

The man in white looked obviously a little excited, and walked a few steps forward quickly, only then did he realize his actions, and tried his best to suppress the surging qi and blood, but the essence light that burst out of his eyes was enough to explain everything, and the scorching breath rushed towards him, grabbing the placket of Zhao Haochen's chest, and there was a trace of Qi Ji hidden in his sharp eyes, "Say, spare you from death!"

"I really want to die now!" Zhao Haochen's face was full of fierceness, he was extremely dissatisfied with this reckless attitude, and besides, he was extremely weak now, once he said it, he would definitely face murder and death.

"Oh?" the cruel glint flickered in his grim eyebrows, "Take it down, I want to see if his bones are hard, or my knife is hard!"

The red-clothed messenger pulled Zhao Haochen and walked towards the prison, a few teenagers lying weakly and limply next to the blood pool, with a painful look on their faces that could not be concealed, that kind of place is the bloody hell.

"I'm going to die at any time!" Zhao Haochen didn't forget to tell him, he knew that the man in white would not kill him.

Walking into the tunnel, the road is very narrow, and at most two people can be tolerated to move forward in parallel. After walking for about ten minutes, I was greeted by a violent damp smell and a disgusting smell in the heat.