The group pet daughter, she has good luck

Chapter 1227 Bloody Underground Palace
Those fakes at the bottom of the mountain are ordinary people, and those fakes at the top of the mountain are spiritual practitioners.

It may also be the spiritual cultivation of the Song family.

Wen Renshu followed Nan Yuan down the underground palace.

"Master, the scene was bloody." Nan Yuan said such a sentence before opening the stone gate.

Wen Renshu raised his eyebrows, and if Nan Yuan could say such a thing, it proved that the scene inside was really bloody, to the point that she couldn't bear it.

Wen Renshu nodded, and also made some preparations, she wiped some incense on her heart.

This incense can block many bad smells.

Nan Yuan opened the stone door covered with talisman papers.

A gust of heat and a strong smell of blood rushed over in an instant.

Wen Renshu couldn't help but took a step back, avoiding the heat and bloody smell.

The scent that Wen Renshu smeared on the human body was completely covered by the smell of blood. The strong smell of blood was mixed with the smell of rotting corpses, death, despair and resentment. She couldn't help but want to vomit.

Nan Yuan threw a few night pearls onto the walls on both sides.

The underground palace was instantly illuminated, and everything in front of her eyes was more clearly imprinted in Wen Renshu's eyes and branded in her mind.

This is a miserable scene that Wen Renshu has never seen.

Seeing that her back felt cold and her hairs stood on end.

There are several steps going down under their feet, and the bottom step has been soaked in blood at this moment. Looking around, the huge underground palace is soaked in blood.

The blood didn't dry up, it was fresh as if it had just flowed from the person.

Wen Renshu looked up and saw that the top of the underground palace was covered with corpses.

There are so many that you can't see the end at a glance.

The corpses of thousands of people in Thunder Mountain Villa are all in this underground palace.

Wen Renshu looked at some corpses not far from her.

These people were not killed with one move, but were hung in the underground palace while they were alive. The iron chain passed through their lute bones. Their wrists were cut, and blood flowed from both wrists.

They not only have to endure the pain at the luteal bone, but also feel the blood flowing from their bodies through their hands all the time, slowly feel their own death and despair.

Wenren didn't know how long they had experienced desperate moments from the time their wrists were cut to the time they died at this rate of bleeding.

Wen Renshu saw a child's body hanging beside a woman.

The woman's hand held the child's hand tightly until they died, and the two bloody hands were still tightly held together.

Looking at other corpses, there are parents holding the hands of children, husbands holding hands of wives, and sisters holding hands of younger sisters.

These people, in pain and despair, feel the last family affection and love.

"Ouch." Wen Renshu couldn't help retching.

Not physical retching, but psychological.

This scene was truly tragic, and it caused her extreme psychological discomfort.

Killing, these people are really good at it.

Nan Yuan looked at her master worriedly. It was the first time that her master felt so uncomfortable after seeing so many big winds and waves.

Wen Renshu ate a Qingshen Dan and calmed down again.

"Take the token of our family and invite the emperor of Xuanlin Kingdom to come over." Wen Renshu said to Nan Yuan.

"It's the master." Nan Yuan took the token and disappeared.

Wen Renshu sent news to the members of the Eight Great Schools, Leng Ya and Qi Ruoqing one by one, and then sent a message to Qi Jiuming, asking him to bring the other three to Thunder Mountain Villa.

(End of this chapter)