Chapter 570 Genocide, Rivers of Blood (1)

You Zhaoxi's gaze moved bit by bit along the width of the mural.

When she saw the back part of the mural, she was stunned and her breath stopped: "Wolf... a werewolf??"

The silver-white snow wolf leaped forward and transformed into... a human...

You Zhaoxi still thought that he had read it wrong, so he rubbed his eyes and looked again.

In the end, I saw that I was right, the wolf really turned into a human.

You Zhaoxi's breathing continued to stagnate.

Snow wolf = werewolf? ? ?

Why a werewolf?

No, the important thing is the wolf, why did it change from a wolf to a human?
Could there be such a fantasy thing in this world?Or is this just a simple mural?

All of a sudden, countless guesses popped up in You Zhaoxi's head.

But it was always just her guess.After all, this is just the mural she saw, it was painted, and she has never seen it in reality.

Stepping forward a little, and looking at the mural carefully, she found that there were not many wolves that could turn into humans in the mural.

Among those wolves, the most conspicuous one was the leader wolf with green eyes, and only that wolf had green eyes.

You Zhaoxi's pupils gradually dilated, and she continued to look down.

When seeing the last picture, You Zhaoxi's heart choked suddenly, as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing on it.

The heart-wrenching pain made her heart constrict and ache, aching...

You Zhaoxi clutched her aching chest, squatted down, her small face was a little pale.

Why does the heart suddenly hurt so much? Is it because of... the paintings on the stone wall?
Bloody images of genocide.

On the snow peak, groups of brown wolves fought to encircle and suppress the silver snow wolves. Countless silver snow wolves died in that massacre.

The corpses of snow wolves piled up all over the ground like a mountain. The snow wolf that howled at the moon was replaced by a brown wolf.

For some reason, You Zhaoxi looked at the scene to be expressed on the mural, and dreams suddenly flashed in his mind.

Those dreams, familiar and strange.

The unruly and arrogant girl, with a smile as strong as fireworks, is covered in snow and snow, standing on the top of the snow peak.

Xuefeng Glacier, a thick layer of snow, in a devastating massacre, the blood stained the white snow and the redness on the ground...

A dream... This is a dream.

You Zhaoxi's eyes were full of doubts, when did she have such a dream?Why didn't I have the slightest impression before?
But now, just because I saw this mural, I remembered that I had such a dream...

Moreover, recalling this dream, it actually gave people a particularly real feeling.

Like it really happened.

"...No." You Zhaoxi shook his head violently.

She must have been cold and confused, and had hallucinations by accident.

That dream must not be hers, not...

You Zhaoxi stepped back, step by step to the edge of the stone ladder that came down.

Looking at the mural from a distance, the more I look at it, the more I have the illusion of memory playback.

His eyes turned to the nest under the mural. Is that... a wolf den? !
"I rely on!"

You Zhaoxi cursed inwardly, and closed her eyes heavily.

She kept telling herself in her heart, don't watch it anymore, don't watch it anymore.

That mural has nothing to do with her, it has nothing to do with her.

Turning around, You Chaoxi climbed up the stone ladder in a panic, and when she reached the dense passage just now, she squatted down and touched the mechanism buttons everywhere.

In a panic, she pressed a piece of turquoise on the wall.

There was a rattling sound.

(End of this chapter)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like