Chapter 72 Secret ①

Black, incomparably dark, surrounded by dead silence, Yan Xin didn't notice that there were no stairs in the dark cell, the moment Yan Xin stepped into the dark cell, he regretted it, his body kept falling, but he had no martial arts...

"Boom..." Yan Xin only felt his buttocks were blown apart, he rubbed in pain, stood up from the ground, his feet felt sore, Yan Xin staggered and fell down again.

"Ah..." Yan Xin frowned in pain, damn it, he sprained his ankle at this time, and then there was a 'bang' sound in his ear, Yan Xin turned around in astonishment, only looking at the wooden ladder rise slowly.

Yan Xin was stunned, and exclaimed, "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is indeed inside the palace."

Going forward, I saw a bright light, and Yan Xin cautiously moved towards the light. I didn't expect that the palace had such a mysterious place. A large pond in front of it immediately attracted Yan Xin's attention. When Yan Xin saw the liquid in the pool , I finally couldn't help turning my head away, covered my mouth and began to vomit "Wow... vomit...".

It's not so much a pool of water, it's better to say it's a pool of blood, inside it's scarlet, with some floating black objects on it, upon closer inspection, it's actually a human head?
Yan Xin suddenly remembered that before she married into the palace, Lu You told her that her father sent a group of hidden guards to test Leng Wang, but no one has returned yet?
Is it already?

"Who?" Just when Yan Xin couldn't imagine, he suddenly heard a sharp shout, and hurriedly retreated to the side. Fortunately, there were many darkrooms nearby. On the other side of the pool of blood, a woman in black held a sword in her hand, Lie stared at the direction where the rock core was, and couldn't help thinking to himself, could it be that he was discovered?
If he were to be discovered now, he would definitely be at a dead end, with no choice.

Only after not seeing the woman move for a while, Yan Xin heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall to breathe.

"Meimao..." A voice that was so cold that there was no warmth suddenly sounded, Yan Xin was curious, and looked around, only to see a handsome man in a silver-white brocade robe standing coldly beside the woman.

Hearing the sound, the woman knelt down on one leg respectfully, "Palace Master..."

"What's going on?" The man still had a cold face, his deep eyes were full of murderous intent, and his whole body exuded domineering and arrogance, which could not be ignored.

"Palace Master, someone has broken in."

"Oh?" The man made a suspicious voice, suddenly his eyes turned cold, and he said fiercely: "Fix it immediately."

"Yes, Palace Master!" After the woman clasped her fists to accept the order, she disappeared in just a split second, and Yan Xin couldn't help but secretly said: Such a fast skill, could it be that this is Huang's person.

this is too scary.

The man glanced at Yanxin, and then disappeared.

Yan Xin was stunned again, this person's skills can definitely surpass his previous self, but the current self is like an ant, who can only be crushed to death.

The surroundings are surprisingly quiet, even a silver needle dropped on the ground can make a sound, looking at the corpse in the blood pool, Yan Xin gathers himself, he is a ghost, how can he be frightened by a small blood pool.

The steady footsteps moved forward step by step, each step was very careful, until it stopped in front of a dark brick room, and there were slapping sounds of "papa..." and miserable cries.

"Tell me, who sent you? Who is the master behind Feng Yemen?" A sneering and cold voice made Yan Xin twitch fiercely. This person's voice was so familiar, it seemed to be... yes……

(End of this chapter)

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