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Within the stone cave, a scene of gloomy horror unfolded.

In the flickering light that gradually dimmed, several figures stood out prominently.

Liang Jin was surprised to find that these standing figures were not living people, but lifeless corpses.

Moreover, these corpses exuded an indescribable strangeness, sending shivers down one's spine.

Liang Jin was about to step forward for a closer look when suddenly, Zhao Yiyi poked her head out from his arms.

Her courage was much greater than that of ordinary women. After experiencing the initial, sudden shock, she quickly calmed down and even dared to scrutinize these terrifying corpses.

Liang Jin looked down at the familiar face so close to him, clearly smelling a faint fragrance of a woman in his nostrils. The delicate scent lingered at the tip of his nose, and he truly felt her soft and slightly trembling body in his arms, causing a strange feeling to rise in his heart.

"Brother Liang, they all seem to be dead people," Zhao Yiyi said softly, fearing that a slightly louder voice would awaken these corpses.

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Liang Jin, her clear eyes still showing traces of fear.

This turn of her head happened to meet Liang Jin's focused gaze.

Liang Jin still stared straight at her, his eyes seemingly carrying a complex emotion. He slowly replied:

"That's right, they are all dead people."

Being stared at by Liang Jin like this, Zhao Yiyi felt a surge of unnaturalness in her heart. At the same time, she realized that she was still in Liang Jin's arms, and a blush immediately appeared on her face.

She hurriedly broke free from Liang Jin's embrace, saying in a flustered manner:

"I... the oil lamp fell, I have to pick it up."

Her voice was a little stuttering, appearing particularly awkward.

Then, she bent down to pick up the oil lamp that had fallen on the ground, her fingers trembling slightly as she flicked the wick. The flame, which was about to go out, immediately became brighter under her touch, illuminating the surrounding environment a bit more.

At this moment, under the light of the lamp, Zhao Yiyi's figure was fully revealed.

Her body was exquisite and well-proportioned, with beautiful curves, which was very attractive.

Liang Jin couldn't help but look at her unscrupulously for a while, until Zhao Yiyi felt at a loss and the blush on her face became even more intense, before he withdrew his gaze.

Afterwards, Liang Jin refocused his attention on these strange corpses.

Zhao Yiyi held up the oil lamp and was about to step forward for a closer look, but Liang Jin stopped her:

"Don't go over there, there's something wrong with these corpses!"

These corpses had been in this stone cave for at least ten years.

However, what was surprising was that these corpses had not decayed.

It should be known that this stone cave was not a completely sealed environment. Although there were two large iron doors blocking the entrance, there were many gaps in the iron doors, which could not completely isolate the air.

Under normal circumstances, the corpses should have rotted beyond recognition in such an environment.

If it was just a simple case of not decaying after death, it would not be considered strange.

But the most incredible thing was... these corpses actually had internal energy circulating within them!

That's right!

Relying on his keen perception, Liang Jin clearly sensed that these corpses were all martial artists before their deaths. Even now, the internal energy within their bodies was still circulating repeatedly in their meridians, just like living people.

Judging solely from the extent of the internal energy circulation, most of the corpses had reached the Fourth Rank realm, and one corpse had even reached the Third Rank realm.

But this completely violated the common sense of the world!

Throughout history, whenever a martial artist died, their internal energy would dissipate along with their vitality. This was an iron law that had never been broken.

Countless intelligent and brilliant people had been searching for a way to preserve the internal energy within a living person's body, but all had ultimately failed.

So far, Liang Jin only knew of one method—the Soul Jade!

Using the Soul Jade as a container could store internal energy, and it could also store some peerless moves.

Zhao Yiyi looked at Liang Jin's serious expression. Although she was a little worried, she still nodded.

Then, she held up the oil lamp, illuminating the way forward for Liang Jin.

Liang Jin took a step forward and began to walk into the stone cave.

After only a few steps, he keenly noticed something was wrong:

"This stone cave is a mine!"

Liang Jin had already discovered that the ground and the stone walls of the stone cave were a deep blackish-gray color, obviously all ore.

It was just that this ore was very peculiar. It was a bit like obsidian ore, but it had great differences.

In particular, this ore could actually emit a chill, making the stone cave like a huge refrigerator, with a penetrating cold that made people shiver.

Liang Jin couldn't tell what this strange ore was. He could only endure the cold and continue forward.

Soon, Liang Jin came to a corpse.

This corpse was a male. The face of the corpse was pale and gray, like it had been soaked in a cold pool, and the flesh was covered with spider web-like cinnabar spots. A carved copper tube was inserted into the Baihui acupoint on the top of the skull, and a triangular magnetic needle protruded from the tube, piercing directly into the brain.

The deceased's jaw was transversely pierced by a cow tendon thread, forcibly occluded at the position of the third molar, seemingly to prevent the corners of the mouth from tearing due to muscle contraction during large-scale strenuous exercise.

Two eyeballs were covered with turbid white翳, but due to the stimulation of the magnetic needle, the pupils were dilated into frightening ink-black round holes, as if staring straight at Liang Jin, the empty eyes making people shudder.

"Is this some kind of sacrificial ritual?" Liang Jin wondered to himself.

Nowadays, there are still some customs of human sacrifice in the Great Qian and many surrounding countries.

Many superstitious people believe that sacrificing people as offerings to the gods will gain the protection of the gods.

Liang Jin came to another corpse beside him.

This was a female corpse. Her collarbone to the navel was vertically split open by a foot-long cut, obviously this knife wound was her fatal wound. The wound cavity was replaced with a wire mesh instead of ribs, and the net was covered with camphor pills soaked in rosin as an antiseptic. The pungent smell mixed with the stench of the corpse made people nauseous.

Through the mesh, the shriveled internal organs could be seen in a lump, and especially the heart was still trembling slightly, as if it might come alive at any time.

"Strange..." Liang Jin frowned and muttered to himself.

He looked at another corpse.

This corpse was an old man. The joints of his arms were entangled with indigo-blue cow tendon threads, and the skin of the wrist was faded to a pale white due to long-term friction of the thread, exposing subcutaneous cyanotic blood vessels. The twisted blood vessels were like wriggling earthworms.

The tiger's mouth of his right palm was stuck with calluses worn out from holding a sword during his lifetime, but at this moment, twelve magnetic needles were nailed to the hilt: the magnetic needles were inserted from the Hegu acupoint, passed through the meridians to the Qingling acupoint in the elbow socket, and the needle tail was decorated with rice-sized copper bells, gently swaying with the breeze, making a crisp but strange sound.

Liang Jin frowned even tighter.

He continued to examine other corpses.

A total of seven corpses were carefully examined by him.

Soon, he summarized the characteristics of these corpses:

All the corpses had at least seven copper tube magnetic needles inserted into the Tianzhu, Dazhui, and Daodao acupoints on the back of the dead's neck. The needle tails were embedded with threaded grooves, which seemed to be filled with some kind of special medicine, and the medicine exuded a faint fishy smell.

Many corpses seemed to have been injured during their lifetime, but after their death, the broken tendons of the corpses were sutured with cow tendon threads soaked in fish maw glue and some special medicinal liquid. This artificial tendon was very strong, even stronger than most martial artists' tendons. The ends of the sutured artificial tendon threads were also tied with special copper bells.

These were just external characteristics.

It would be difficult to discover the internal situation without dissecting the corpse.

Liang Jin was not in a hurry to dissect the corpse. He was not a professional physician, and even if he dissected the corpse into eight pieces, he would probably not be able to figure out why these corpses were made into this appearance.

"Could it be... is this a laboratory?" Liang Jin looked at this peculiar stone cave and these corpses, and had a new guess in his mind:

"A mad scientist secretly built this secret laboratory in his basement."

"He is here, wanting to... create Frankenstein's monster?"

Liang Jin had roughly determined that these corpses were left here not for sacrifices or anything like that.

Because, besides the corpses themselves, there wasn't the slightest sign of any sacrifice.

On the contrary, the more Liang Jin looked, the more he felt that these corpses had undergone a series of modifications, allowing the internal force within them to be preserved and circulated.

In that case, it was possible that these corpses could move.

Such experiments were far too shocking for this era.

If it were ever discovered, it would inevitably be intolerable to the laws and customs, so he could only secretly research it in a secret room.

Liang Jin reached out and pushed on the chest of a corpse.

"Bang!"

The corpse immediately fell backward heavily to the ground, making a dull sound, without producing any movement.

Liang Jin stared at the corpse for a long time, confirming that it showed no sign of being able to stand up.

So Liang Jin kicked another corpse over with one foot.

But the result was still the same, the corpse fell to the ground, motionless.

"Did this experiment fail?"

Liang Jin was puzzled:

"Or is it that they never intended to revive the dead, perhaps it was just a pure study of internal force?"

"Or, are some triggering conditions still needed?"

Liang Jin also felt very puzzled.

Perhaps only the owner of this place would know all this.

It's just that this place has been abandoned for more than ten years, it seems that the owner here has never returned to this place through the secret passage, either he is dead, or he has gone to another place.

Or perhaps everything here has lost any meaning.

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Liang Jin shook his head slightly, these had nothing to do with him.

His appearance here was just an accident.

If Zhao Yiyi hadn't brought him here, he wouldn't have seen all this.

Liang Jin didn't think that Zhao Yiyi deliberately brought him here with impure motives, nor did he think there was any conspiracy or trap here.

After all, any conspiracy, trickery, and trap need to be profitable.

And Liang Jin was too ordinary and mediocre, with no money and no status, there was simply no profit to be gained.

If it were any of Liang Jin's clones, then it would be a different situation.

Liang Jin immediately walked out of the secret room.

Zhao Yiyi was about to go in and take a look, but was stopped by Liang Jin.

Afterwards, Liang Jin closed the two heavy iron doors again.

Because it had been opened once, many of the originally rusted places on the iron door were now able to move, so the sound and movement were much smaller when the door was closed this time, and Liang Jin basically didn't spend much effort to close the door.

But even so, with Zhao Yiyi's strength, there was naturally no way to open the iron door again.

"Why won't you let me go in and take a look?"

Zhao Yiyi couldn't help but ask, her eyes revealing curiosity.

Liang Jin said to Zhao Yiyi:

"In the future, you better not come to this place."

"If it is discovered by the people of the imperial court, you may get into big trouble."

"Even if it is discovered by outsiders, they will follow you into this secret passage."

Liang Jin said here, pointed to the surroundings, and continued:

"In this kind of environment, you can call to heaven and earth without response, no one will know if you die here."

This secret passage was very deep, and the designer had built it to be particularly strong, and the sound insulation effect was also very good.

Even if you screamed here, it would not be transmitted to the ground.

Zhao Yiyi herself was somewhat beautiful, if a man followed her to this place, in an unrestrained environment, anything could happen.

Zhao Yiyi was full of confidence:

"I am prepared."

Zhao Yiyi walked to the stone wall of the secret passage, and groped from the gap, a small knife fell into her palm.

"I have hidden knives in many places here, if I encounter a bad person, I can find a weapon at any time."

"Especially since my brother-in-law is a martial artist, I secretly learned martial arts from him, I am not a weak woman either."

Zhao Yiyi held the small knife and waved it twice, the blade shimmering with cold light under the dim light.

It could be seen that she did have some strength, and the moves were also decent, although somewhat unfamiliar, but also well-organized.

Zhao Yiyi had obviously practiced martial arts for a short time, and had not yet formally produced internal force, so she could not be considered a martial artist.

But she already had signs of generating internal force, it seemed that if she meditated and cultivated for a few more days, she would be able to become a ninth-rank martial artist in the future.

Liang Jin shook his head:

"You are still not good enough, if you encounter a master, you will only suffer."

In the capital city, ninth-rank are as common as dogs, and eighth-rank are everywhere.

With only ninth-rank strength, there is basically no sense of existence.

Zhao Yiyi refused to accept and said:

"You come and try!"

Her eyes were full of challenging meaning, as if she was declaring war on Liang Jin.

Liang Jin smiled slightly.

In the next moment, his whole person disappeared in place, as if he had merged into the darkness.

Before Zhao Yiyi had time to be surprised, she only felt a gust of wind brushing her face, bringing a chill.

She subconsciously wanted to clench the small knife in her hand, but suddenly realized that the knife had been taken away without her knowing.

Following closely, before her hands had time to make preparations, they were tightly clasped and pressed against the wall.

With her hands firmly controlled, Zhao Yiyi was now completely under Liang Jin's control, and her body could not move.

Liang Jin's hands were strong but gentle, pressing Zhao Yiyi's hands tightly, trapping her in front of the stone wall.

He leaned slightly, approached Zhao Yiyi, looked at the pretty face close at hand, and asked softly:

"How is it, are you convinced?"

Zhao Yiyi's heart trembled violently, Liang Jin's warm breath gently brushed her cheeks, bringing a unique masculine aura, making her heart beat suddenly faster, and her cheeks instantly became hot, as if burned by fire.

She subconsciously wanted to avoid it, first turning her head away shyly, her hair fluttering lightly, trying to hide the panic and shyness in her heart.

However, after a moment of hesitation, a strange courage surged in Zhao Yiyi's heart.

She bit her lip, boldly turned her head back, and looked directly into Liang Jin's eyes.

There was a hint of nervousness in her eyes, but also full of anticipation.

Her voice trembled slightly, and said with a hint of earnestness:

"It seems that learning martial arts from my brother-in-law is useless, in the future... I will learn from you, will you teach me?"

Her voice echoed in this silent secret passage, with a trace of girlish naivety and persistence.

In the dim light, the swaying lights projected the figures of the two people on the stone wall, appearing particularly ambiguous.

Liang Jin's gaze was burning, like two bright stars, flashing with fiery light.

He first released Zhao Yiyi's wrist, then he slowly stretched out his hands, gently holding Zhao Yiyi's cheeks, his movements as gentle as treating a precious treasure.

His palms were large and warm, with a slight roughness, but it gave Zhao Yiyi a different kind of peace of mind.

"This face is really hard to let go of."

Liang Jin's voice was low and magnetic, his eyes were full of appreciation, carefully looking at Zhao Yiyi's face, as if to engrave every detail of her in his mind.

However, in the depths of that admiring gaze, there was also a faint trace of sadness, as if this face evoked a long-forgotten memory in his heart, making him unable to help but miss the past.

Looking at Liang Jin's so complicated eyes, Zhao Yiyi's heart suddenly surged with a sweet wave, her heart beating like a deer "thump thump".

He must be... liking me!

Otherwise, how could he have such an obsessed look?

Zhao Yiyi was extremely certain in her heart.

Liang Jin had fallen into obsession at first sight when he first saw her; afterwards, he often lost his mind when looking at her.

At this time, he was even more admiring her, his eyes and expression so intoxicated.

Liang Jin's undisguised, naked gaze and verbal expression, like a raging fire, instantly ignited the passion in the depths of her heart, making her feel that her soul was trembling, as if the whole world was only left with the two of them.

Zhao Yiyi did not understand why Liang Jin would be so obsessed with her.

Perhaps it was the arrangement of fate, perhaps it was the traction of fate, or perhaps she had some unique charm that attracted him.

But these were not important anymore.

She only knew that Liang Jin liked her, and she was also extremely moved by the man in front of her...