Nine Phoenix Dynasty Phoenix Heavy Kwai Chapter

Chapter 718 The Art of Blood Fetus [7]

So she just stood there and didn't immediately approach.

The surroundings were quiet, as if prehistoric, filled with inexplicable panic.

What can't be seen?In this life, has she seen few anecdotes and strange things?
Besides, no matter what she saw, it was an established fact, even if she didn't look at it, it wouldn't disappear.

Her character is not one of avoidance, if there is any doubt, she must solve it.

The truth was ahead, and she wanted to see it clearly.

Zhongkui raised his hand to take down a torch on the wall, and slowly walked towards the cell in front.

The black cloak danced with the light and shadow in a steady pace, following that tall and beautiful figure.

The shadows in the cell were illuminated bit by bit, and the figures curled up inside gradually appeared.

There were many detainees, all dressed in white robes, not as dirty as ordinary prisoners, the floor was smooth wooden boards, and they leaned against each other and curled up together.

The light and shadow of the torch seemed to startle them, they trembled in fear, and shrank back together.

When Chongkui was standing in front of one of the cells, someone slowly raised his head, with pale face and frightened eyes, and met her face to face.

The man's original expression of fear suddenly froze on his face.

Chongkui also suddenly became dazed, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The silence lasted for a minute. Except for the person who raised his head, the rest seemed to have received some kind of induction. The detainees in that cell all raised their heads and looked at Zhongkui.

Those faces, like the snow-white flowers blooming in the spring night, are flawless and... exactly the same.

For a normal person, suddenly seeing dozens of identical pale faces in a dark place at the same time is enough to be frightened.

What's more... Those faces look exactly like her.

It was clearly a closed dungeon, but it seemed that a gust of wind suddenly blew, causing the blood in Zhongkui's body to be frozen into ice in an instant.

She stood there dumbfounded, unable to move.

I almost forgot even to breathe.

Those people... who are they?

She was shocked, surprised, frightened, hesitant... Those who looked at her gradually became sober from being confused at the beginning.

They seem to know who she is, but she... has no idea who they are at all...

Chongkui took a step back slowly, the hand holding the torch trembled uncontrollably, but she was not intimidated, she swallowed suddenly, and suddenly held the torch and walked towards a cell next to her.

The prisoners inside also raised their heads to look at her as if they had been induced.

Those faces were exactly the same as hers.

The next cell, the next cell, the next cell...

Like a lost beast, she ran hastily in the unfamiliar jungle, but was always forced to retreat by the dangerous cliff, and finally had no way out.

Behind him was a cold wall.

In front of her, there were countless prison cells extending from the ground to the top. In front of her, the cells seemed to be pieced together into a huge chessboard, inside which was an intricate chess game.

And she is the chess piece that was left outside.

"Chongkui..." In the quiet cell, apart from Chongkui's violent and hasty panting, no one knew who spoke first and called out her name.

"Heavy sunflower..."

(End of this chapter)