Temple of Madness

Chapter 459 Mutation
Chapter 459 Mutation

Song Guangming gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Yang, bright red blood rolled down from his eye sockets drop by drop.

"Zhang Yang! Don't be too complacent, do you think you won?"

Zhang Yang looked at Song Guangming silently. The change in his mood made him no longer have any thoughts about winning or losing. It can even be said that his heart at this moment is like a calm lake without waves.

"Song Guangming, I want to ask you, has Mount Wutai disappeared long ago? You also killed all the disciples on the mountain?"

Zhang Yang looked at the ghosts around Song Guangming, and could vaguely see their clothes from the bodies of some ghosts, which were worn by the Mount Wutai sect.

Looking at the number of ghosts, Zhang Yang already had the answer in his heart.

Song Guangming's eyes became more and more sinister. The pain made her clenched her fists tightly, and her nails dug deep into the ground.

"Hehe, yes, I killed those people on Mount Wutai, but so what? They should all die, especially my eccentric master."

Zhang Yang pursed the corners of his lips and looked at Song Guangming with mixed feelings, and then at the ghosts of the Mount Wutai disciples beside him who had been pinching her throat.

If it continues at this pace, Song Guangming will be strangled to death by the ghosts of his brothers and sisters sooner or later. Perhaps this is the so-called karma.

"Song Guangming, don't you have any regrets?"

"Regret? Ha ha! Why should I regret, all of them deserve to die, you know? I'm not as glamorous as I said, and those people on Wutai Mountain are not good people who support justice. Burn and kill Looting, all kinds of crimes, all the villages below the mountain were looted by them, and they even had to work for them. I watched many people join in, because these shameless scum robbed food and were alone in the winter starve."

Song Guangming's eyes, which had been full of anger all the time, finally loosened a bit, and the strong evil spirit in his body was also dissipated with sadness.

Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment, looked at Song Guangming in surprise, and then glanced at the ghosts with mixed feelings.

Song Guangming struggled to get up from the ground, he was unwilling to look up at Zhang Yang like this.

Song Guangming reluctantly leaned against the big tree behind him, panting heavily, and said in a hoarse voice: "Those people on Mount Wutai are not as good as you imagined, they do all sorts of evil, rape, murder, and robbery, and even have a reputation of being handsome I searched for beauties everywhere. At that time, I didn’t know anything, and my parents died in the war. I could only remember the famous schools I saw in martial arts novels. I felt that Mount Wutai was the sacred place I yearned for. So I carried my luggage on my back without hesitation, and took refuge in Wutai Mountain, hoping to do something to help justice in the world. When I arrived on Wutai Mountain, I was indeed detected by the head of the time, and my spiritual root was very good. He made an exception and accepted him as a closed disciple."

Song Guangming suddenly had a sore throat, took another deep breath, and continued after feeling that the breathing was smoother: "It is said in the novels that those real masters of the outside world practice in closed doors, and they will only leave the closed door after they have achieved something. , so I chose to retreat at that time. The head of Wutai Mountain was really good to me. He gave me the best resources and let me concentrate on retreat and practice hard. I have been in retreat for 20 years. When I come out again I was no longer a young man, but a middle-aged man who has gone through many vicissitudes. I thought that what I saw was the scene of the harmony and joy of the brothers and sisters, but I did not expect that what I saw was the dirtiest scene in the world .”

As Song Guangming spoke, tears slowly flowed from his eyes. I held his blood in my mouth and left two long bloodstains on my face. I looked even more vicious, like a midnight demon.

Zhang Yang pursed the corners of his lips, as if he could guess how chaotic the scene was from Song Guangming's eyes.

And what surprised Zhang Yang the most was that the picture in Song Guangming's mind was transmitted to his brain bit by bit.

I saw flames everywhere in the picture, those disciples wearing Mount Wutai costumes were actually snatching food from the common people from one mountain villa after another, some girls were pulled out by them forcefully, and all were thrown into a carriage.

The faces of those Mount Wutai disciples were all vicious like robbers, and some of them even kicked the old man to the ground, cursing loudly and spitting in disdain.

And put them on the car, the collected girls were all taken to Mount Wutai.

There is a secret place at the back of Mount Wutai. As the picture gradually became clear, Zhang Yang was so surprised by the picture in his mind that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

That doesn't look like a holy place for practice, but it's a terrifying hell.

I saw that the secret ground was a damp and dark place, the depths were full of hard and cold cages, and the cries of girls could be heard everywhere.

What surprised Zhang Yang the most was that the ground was covered with all kinds of poisonous insects.

The shape of these poisonous insects is very unique, some are like centipedes, some are like long worms, like monsters with the characteristics of all poisonous insects stitched together.

The densely packed poisonous insects on the ground made the screams of the girls even more miserable.

I saw a few servants from Mount Wutai walking slowly into the dense ground. Under the light of the light, the leading man reflected his gray hair, but there was a coldness in his eyes.

As the group of people walked into the dark depths, Zhang Yang's picture did not change. He glanced at Song Guangming thoughtfully.

Could it be that these pictures were seen by Song Guangming hiding in a corner?
The picture finally changed again, and those people came out of the depths slowly, and something was dragging on their hands.

When the light of the fire hit the thing, Zhang Yang shivered all over his body.

What they were holding in their hands turned out to be two girls, but their pupilless eyes turned white, showing that they were already dead, and what frightened Zhang Yang the most was that the mouths of the two girls started to squirm.

Suddenly, several fleshy white bugs crawled out from the mouths of these two girls.

A large amount of viscous green liquid spit out from the dead body's mouth, and as these people dragged along, the green liquid drew a long mark on the ground.

It was only at this time that Zhang Yang discovered that there was a pool of black solidified marks on the ground, leading directly to the outside of the secret place.

It seems that this is not the first time such a scene has happened, so the shadow on the ground has condensed so thickly.

As these people left, Zhang Yang's gaze finally moved, as if Song Guangming had stepped out of the darkness.

(End of this chapter)