The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 648

Well!Although Gao Zhanbiao's words are very ironic, they really hit me. I don't know why those people admire some celebrities with pink faces so much, and even commit suicide and murder. Can do it.

But the reality is like this, which is unimaginable.

Forget it, everyone has their own pursuit, I seem to think too much.

Putting this thought aside, I asked Gao Zhanbiao again: "How many years have you been here? How come you are so familiar with this place?"

Gao Zhanbiao continued walking in front, "It's been more than a year. After leaving Sheshan, I searched for all kinds of supernatural places to enhance my strength. Does Luohua Village know?"

Luohua Village?Is that the village where Sister Hua was in?Of course I know.

Gao Zhanbiao continued: "I stayed in Luohua Village for a while, but the evil spirit there was too strong, and I couldn't go deep at all. Later, I ran into the seriously injured Black Moon Tiger, who was being entangled by Bai Wuchang. I saved him and followed him to the village."

I was a little surprised, it turned out that after Hei Yuehu was seriously injured by my father, he met Gao Zhanbiao!

At that time, because of my father's temporary kindness, he let Hei Yuehu go. Unexpectedly, Gao Zhanbiao, who saved him, became the most trusted person around Hei Yuehu.

With the high means and ability of occupying the bid, it is not like a fish in water in this village.

Gao Zhanbiao saved Heiyuehu, but I met Gao Zhanbiao in Yanggui Village. Is this a cycle of cause and effect?

Gao Zhanbiao's words reminded me of those days in Luohua Village, Yunyun, Daxiong, the three unstoppable rules, and Granny Yun.

Thinking of Grandma Yun, I couldn't help feeling a surge of sadness.

I couldn't help but asked Gao Zhanbiao: "Were you there when Grandma Yun was sitting down?"

Gao Zhanbiao nodded: "Yes, this is another reason why I brought you here."

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment: "Another reason? What does coming here have to do with Granny Yun?"

Gao Zhanbiao pursed his lips: "Go forward and you will know!"

This is an upward section, very steep, and we even climbed up by hand in several places, which made it hard for me to imagine how deep I climbed when I came down just now.But we also walked very quickly. It can be seen that Gao Zhanbiao is very familiar with this place. It is not the first time for him to come here, and he can even point out where he can touch the handrail with his hands and where he can stand freely.

I feel as if we have climbed to a very high altitude, but we are still underground.

We continued to walk on this path, and the further we went, the more familiar I felt.

This feeling is not the kind of familiarity with the place. On the contrary, I am unfamiliar with this place. This feeling is the kind of psychological familiarity, like a warm wind blowing on my face.

That kind of warm heart-warming feeling is like an elder gently stroking my face and teaching me earnestly.

How could I feel this way in such a mysterious and evil place?
This makes me puzzled.

When I walked to a dark place ahead, I smelled a thick blood gas, and the strong blood gas rushed into my nostrils. There was no feeling of vomiting, only a strong sense of impulsiveness, as if my own blood also Following this blood energy is burning.

Gao Zhanbiao stopped suddenly, and whispered to me: "Here we are, but you have to pay attention, no matter what you see later, you must control your emotions."

Seeing the solemnity of what he said, I immediately held my breath, calmed down and said, "No problem, let's go!"

Gao Zhanbiao suddenly turned his body to the side, halfway out of the way, and everything behind him suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

The dark and winding path became straight, but the stone wall on one side of the path disappeared, replaced by a large deep pit of earth.

This description is not enough to explain the scene here. From another perspective, our position at this time is like the edge of a cave on a cliff. The road under our feet is a narrow path close to the cliff. On one side, there is a cliff.

Standing on the edge of the cave and looking down, there is a big pit below, very deep, at least 30 meters deep.

Under the big pit, there was a piece of blood-red blood-red liquid.

is blood!

This pit is too big, and there is too much blood.

The strange thing is that the blood is not solidified, but surging, like boiled water in a big pot, gurgling and tumbling bubbles, bursts of blood gushing out from the broken bubbles, filled the entire space.

I said why I smelled such a strong wave of blood just now. It turns out that there is a blood pit, a sea of ​​blood below.

If the sea of ​​blood in front of me brought me shock and fear, then the scene above the sea of ​​blood brought me a strong desire for hatred.

That's right, the desire to hate.

On top of the tumbling sea of ​​blood, a transparent coffin was driven, the degree of transparency of which was clearly visible, and an old man with snow-white hair was lying inside—Grandma Yun!

Although her face was a little dusty and dirty, there was still a confident smile on the corner of her mouth. Although her eyes were closed, she gave people a hopeful expression. A sacred meaning.

She is still serene, still magnificent.

It's just that she can no longer speak, and can only lie quietly like this.

These hateful ghost-raising clansmen didn't even change her clean clothes, and didn't even tidy up her appearance.

These bastards, they actually dropped Granny Yun's body on top of this sea of ​​blood.

The transparent coffin seemed to be their respect for Granny Yun.

But I know that this is a kind of soul-hanging technique.

From the four corners of the pit hang down four thick and crossed iron chains, hanging this transparent crystal coffin.

Above the crystal coffin, there is also a glass bottle hanging.

The glass bottle was also transparent, and inside was a blood-red blood-red gas, which dyed the entire glass bottle red.

On the top of Granny Yun's head, traces of undetectable blood energy slowly leaked out of the crystal coffin from the top of Granny Yun's head, and penetrated into the blood-red glass bottle.

I clenched my hands tightly, and a nameless anger made my eyes tear apart!

This is the most cruel kind of spell, the blood sea hangs the soul, and the caster cannot survive after death. In the end, the soul is imprisoned and endures endless torture!
(End of this chapter)