Chapter 498

Under Guan Conghui's persuasion, in fact, under the threat of his dazzling light, everyone finally stopped staring and calmed down to pay attention to the problem of no one in the station.

A practitioner suggested: "Since there is a problem with the station, and we have to wait for the next sky boat here.

It's better to go into the stone house of the post station and have a look, maybe you can find the reason. "

Another person reminded: "This big eagle jumped out from behind the stone house and attacked us suddenly, and a poor guy's head was taken off.

If you want to go into the stone house to investigate, it is better to go together, and there is a mutual support. "

This statement immediately got everyone's approval, everyone gathered together, left Tianzhou together, and walked towards the stone house of the station.

The Qianyun Sect Outer Sect disciple who was driving the Tianzhou sighed as he saw the destroyed Tianzhou, and followed quickly into the crowd.

Everyone cautiously entered the stone house and looked around cautiously.

The stone house was in a mess, the tables and chairs were overturned and broken, and bottles and jars were scattered on the ground.

The fireplace by the wall had already been extinguished, and the burnt firewood was scattered outside the fireplace.

Even the counter with the metal skeleton was twisted into twists, half-embedded into the wall by the huge force.

Obviously, there was a battle in the station, and the battle was very intense.

But apart from the messy debris in the hall, there wasn't a single wounded person, and there wasn't a single corpse, not even blood from the wound.

Strange, where did everyone go?

After discussing for a while, everyone decided to search in groups of five. The stone house in the post station is not too big, so it can be searched quickly.

Once you find the situation, you will shout loudly and call everyone to move closer.

Yunyou and Guan Conghui were in the same group, and they brought three unknown practitioners with them.

The five marched down the hallway, looking from room to room, searching for anything suspicious.

After a while, a loud shout sounded from the area behind the stone house.

The five of them looked at each other and hurried towards the direction of the shout.

Within ten breaths, everyone gathered at the shouting place. This is a spacious lounge with potted plants of all sizes placed inside.

At this time, there were actually eight corpses lying on the floor of the lounge.

The yellowed corpses could not be seen in human form, like a puddle of ooze spread on the ground. At the same time, the clothes of the corpses were torn and thrown aside. It was impossible to distinguish the identities of the eight corpses.

Guan Conghui walked to the pile of broken clothes, drew out his long sword and flipped it over, and there was indeed a piece of green moiré cloth inside, which meant that there were disciples from the foreign sect among the corpses.

He also found fragments of other styles of clothes, and estimated that these clothes belonged to the road repairers staying in the station.

An older woman with gray hair stood up and said, "I know a little about medicine, so let me examine the corpse."

After all, she squatted down in front of eight corpses, which should be the corpses of Badan, and took out a dagger to check it.

While watching, she introduced the situation to everyone.

"The eyeballs have been gouged out, the inside of the skull is empty, and the brain has been taken away."

"The tongue was gone, the stomach was cut open by a sharp weapon, and the inside was also empty, with not a single organ left."

"Wait, there isn't a drop of blood on these people, it was all drained by some kind of force. The bones are gone too,

Not a single one, no wonder they turned into ooze..."

Under the introduction of the old woman, everyone knew that the eight practitioners had bruises on their scalps and were dragged here after being stunned.

Then the villain used some kind of weird technique to draw out the blood from the bodies of the eight people, and then took away the bones and organs one by one.

What remained here were only eight empty skins.

Everyone turned pale when they heard this. Who is this murderer, and his methods are so brutal, how can he be called a human being.

Someone took a few steps back, clutching his stomach to suppress the nausea.

Tremblingly, he said: "My God, this murderer is nothing like a beast.

What did he do with the bones, blood, and organs? Could it be to eat them...

Vomit, vomit..."

Another person suggested: "Let's not stand here, let's all go out and say it's okay? This is too..."

Everyone quickly fled the lounge and regrouped in the hall of the station, all of them panicked and bewildered.

Guan Conghui frowned and thought about it, and suddenly thought of a possibility, so he asked: "Have you heard the news of the evil cultivator's reappearance?"

Everyone nodded to express that they had heard about it, and the news about the evil cultivator had already spread.

Now every Qianyunzong post station is spreading this matter, and some places have hung small signs to remind passers-by practitioners.

Seeing everyone nodding, Guan Conghui continued: "It is said that the evil cultivator will use bones and blood to make all kinds of terrifying magic weapons. I suspect that the eight people in the station may have died at the hands of the evil cultivator."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. This young man from the Qianyun Sect made sense, and only evil cultivators would do such atrocious things.

Someone echoed: "That's right, it must have been done by evil cultivators. It is said that this group of people improved their cultivation through killing, and each of them is a full-fledged devil."

At this time, the disciples of the foreign sect suddenly remembered something, squeezed in front of the crowd and said loudly: "There is a small town next to the inn here, and there are about two or three hundred people living there. Do you think it will..."

Guan Conghui's expression changed drastically: "That town is dangerous, let's go and have a look!"

However, most practitioners don't want to get into this muddy water, saying they want to stay on the top of the mountain and wait for the next sky boat, and leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Only four people were righteous and willing to follow Guan Conghui to the town to rescue the townspeople there.

Everyone has their own aspirations, and Guan Conghui can't force him if he doesn't want to take risks. He turned his head to look at Yunyou and asked what Yunyou meant.

Yunyou still had no expression on her face, as if it was just an ordinary thing at the moment: "Since the Tianzhou is broken, let's go and have a look."

With Yunyou's backing, Guan Conghui was immediately full of confidence. His master, Elder Ming Sijiu, said that Yunyou's strength should be close to hers.

The presence of Yunyou is equivalent to the presence of the master. Could it be that evil cultivators can turn the world upside down?

He pulled over the disciples of the foreign sect, raised his arms and shouted: "It's not too late, let's go to the town! You lead the way."

Yunyou, Guan Conghui, disciples of the foreign sect, and four loyal practitioners, the seven of them set up Liuguang and flew down the mountain, heading towards the nearby town.

Just after the seven people left, a palm-sized red-billed sparrow flew by in the sky, flapping its wings and falling into the dense forest in the distance.

The practitioners on the mountain saw the red-billed sparrow.

But they didn't find that the eyes of the cardinal were as red as the blood of the dead eagle.

Guan Conghui's seven people quickly flew over the town.

The disciples of the foreign sect pointed to the dense houses below, and said, "That's right here, shall we go down?"

"Go down and have a look!"

Guan Cong Huiyi was bold, he pulled out a long knife and held it in his hand, and lowered the height first.

The town looked very deserted, the empty streets were only hopping, and the wind blew through the alleys, making a humming sound, as if someone was crying.

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