God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 875: Purgatory on Earth

The next day, when Feng Xiaobai came over, Yue Qingcheng heard the good news.

Mou Weiting took the prisoners out of the glazed tank, but completely stunned them.

The medicinal effect is very strong, and an antidote is needed to wake up.

When he was ready to fight, he would use this trump card again, right?

"Go and have a look." Yue Qingcheng said.

Feng Xiaobai hesitated to speak.

"What?" Yue Qingcheng raised an eyebrow.

He said hesitantly: "Thirteen, um... Last night, that actor really went crazy. Don't be afraid when you see that scene!"

Yue Qingcheng pursed her lips, and then left.

Scared?

Will she be afraid?

death row.

When Yue Qingcheng and Feng Xiaobai walked to the door, their footsteps stopped.

Really, some don't know where to start.

From behind the iron gate, blood spread out, and the dampness of the dungeon left the blood stains in a half-dried state, resembling red paint that had been overturned.

"Cough, it's so dirty, let me lay out some things first." Feng Xiaobai said.

Yue Qingcheng said lightly: "No need."

How can you be afraid of blood when you kill people without blinking an eye?

Stepped, stepped on the blood stains and walked in.

To be honest, Yue Qingcheng was really shocked when he saw the scene inside the house.

However, that's all there is to it.

Behind him, there was a sound of gasping for air.

Feng Xiaobai said with a pale face: "God, I thought he just cut this man's wrist and let his blood flow to death, but I didn't expect..."

I saw "Lafayette" leaning against the wall panting, obviously exhausted all night.

Beside him, there are piles of bloody things, and in front of him is a broken bone that has been stamped into a pulp.

As for the willow-leaf dagger tightly held in his palm, only the handle remained, and the dagger body that was broken at the side was so blunt that it could no longer be used.

"Really, scary..."

Feng Xiaobai shuddered, he just listened to the report from the eyeliner, but now he saw it with his own eyes.

The actor only had Chi Yuan, but because of the resentment in his heart, he erupted with such terrifying power.

From now on, he will definitely not easily offend people who seem useless, otherwise it will be extremely tragic if it falls into their hands one day.

"His hand is useless." Yue Qingcheng said lightly.

"what?"

Feng Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, and then realized what Yue Qingcheng was talking about.

I couldn't help but wonder, Shisan and his focus were obviously not in the same place, at this time, who cares if the actor's hand is useless?

Yue Qingcheng no longer looked at the actor, but turned to look at the glazed vat.

"Where are people?" She said coldly.

In the glazed jar, only the liquid medicine remained, but the person disappeared.

Feng Xiaobai also noticed it, and looked anxiously at the actor, "Oh, where's the person?!"

Yue Qingcheng frowned slightly, walked to the side of the actor, held the silver needle in her hand, pierced his temple, and turned slightly.

"Um……"

The actor groaned in pain.

"Where did Mou Weiting imprison him?"

It is impossible for him to transfer people away, no matter how big the heart of Phoenix Master is, it is impossible for him not to notice this movement.

But the question is, are people gone now?

The actor came back to his senses, glanced at the muddy meat in front of his bewildered eyes, and acted cleverly.

Then, a blurry memory rushed into my mind.

"That person, you moved him to another room..." He replied weakly.

"Where?!" Feng Xiaobai pressed.

"I think about it, I think about it..."

The actor muttered to himself, looking at the miserable situation he had created in front of him, his heart felt uncomfortable, he leaned against the wall and vomited.

"vomit……"

Feng Xiaobai felt like throwing up, and hurriedly dragged Yue Qingcheng out of the house.

After a while, the actor came out with his hands on the wall.

Then he ordered people to come and ask questions, and finally found the place where Mou Weiting was hiding.

(End of this chapter)