Chapter 137
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Under the burning clouds, the door of the palace was wide open.
There were traces of people entering here, leaving messy footprints on the dusty ground.
"Someone entered the palace before us!" Jun Wu Xie looked serious and said to Yan Qingcheng, "Now, we don't know what's going on inside. You can't make any more trouble!"
Yan Qingcheng couldn't help but grind her teeth.
She really wanted to hit this little bastard.
What did he take her for?
Was she a little girl who didn't know her place and didn't know what was important?
Her main purpose in coming to the South Mountain Secret Territory had not been achieved.
The thing she was looking for was most likely in this palace.
This was probably the core of the entire Secret Territory!
"No one will treat you as a mute if you don't speak!"
Yan Qingcheng stared at him coldly.
Jun Wu Xie didn't care. He walked along the bluestone corridor and saw many corpses along the way.
"These corpses seem to belong to the same force …"
Jun Wu Xie looked at the corpses in the corridor. Some of them were lying in the middle of the corridor, some were leaning against the sides of the corridor, and some were nailed to the walls by decaying spears.
They all had a common characteristic.
Every skeleton was holding a long scythe tightly in their hands.
Even if they had been dead for a long time and their bones had decayed beyond recognition, their fingers were still holding the scythe tightly.
There was a broken bottle beside these corpses.
The bottle was black and broken into pieces. Some black runes could be faintly seen on the broken pieces.
"Yan Qingcheng, do you feel a trace of desperation from these broken pieces of the bottle?"
Jun Wu Xie frowned and felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
The fragments of these bottles seemed to have originally been something extremely terrifying.
"What's wrong with you?"
He saw that Yan Qingcheng's face was a little ugly. She looked at the corpses and broken bottles with a very serious expression. There seemed to be a deep fear in her purple eyes.
Yan Qingcheng didn't reply. Her eyes were staring at the corpses and broken bottles.
Jun Wu Xie was deeply puzzled.
What hadn't Yan Qingcheng seen before?
How could she lose her composure like this?
He picked up a broken piece of the bottle and handed it to Yan Qingcheng, "Do you recognize this item? What is it? "
Yan Qingcheng seemed to have regained her senses. She retracted her gaze from the corpse and saw the broken bottle that Jun Wu Xie was holding in front of her. Her expression changed greatly. Almost as if it was a conditioned reflex, she waved her hand and shook the broken bottle away.
She staggered back several steps. Her face was pale and her entire body was trembling.
Jun Wu Xie was shocked. He saw a layer of goosebumps quickly appear on her skin, and her purple eyes were filled with fear.
She retreated to the corner and squatted down. She hugged her chest and her whole body was trembling.
"Yan Qingcheng?"
Jun Wu Xie did not expect such a reaction from her.
What exactly was this thing that could cause a character like Yan Qingcheng to feel fear to such an extent?
"Don't be afraid. They've already turned into corpses. Those bottles are also broken. They won't be a threat at all!"
Jun Wu Xie went forward and grabbed her shoulders to comfort her.
Yan Qingcheng was like a frightened bird that had found a shelter from the wind. She buried her body in his embrace.
Her body was trembling violently.
"It's okay, it's okay …"
Jun Wu Xie patted her back gently. He looked calm on the surface, but the impact on his heart was unusually strong.
He realized that the origin of these corpses and those broken bottles must be related to something terrifying.
The terror of this thing might be beyond imagination!
Otherwise, how could it cause a character like Yan Qingcheng to feel fear to the extent that her heart was on the verge of collapse?
Yan Qingcheng hugged him very tightly. She was so tight that he almost couldn't breathe.
But he did not struggle. He just quietly gave her warmth and the sense of security that she yearned for.
Her body was trembling all the time.
It was not until an hour had passed that she gradually calmed down.
"You …"
Yan Qingcheng calmed down and realized that she was hiding in Jun Wu Xie's embrace. She even hugged him tightly with both arms.
For a moment, her heart was filled with shame and anger. She hated herself for forgetting herself like this.
She fiercely pushed away from Jun Wu Xie's embrace.
Jun Wu Xie was caught off guard and sat on the ground. He looked at her speechlessly and said, "Why do you always do things like burning the bridge after crossing the river?"
"Little bastard! You're still acting innocent after taking advantage of me! "
She was so angry that her teeth were itching.
Jun Wu Xie did not mind and said, "Tell me, what happened?"
"It's related to my childhood experience. I can't bear to look back on the past. I don't want to talk about it anymore …" She shook her head. Her face was slightly pale. Then she said, "I can only tell you that these corpses came from an extremely terrifying organization. They call themselves the Soul Hunters. The weapon is called the Soul Hunting Scythe. The broken bottles are called the Soul Hunting Bottle!"
"Soul Hunters, an organization?"
Jun Wu Xie was shocked and felt that it was hard to believe.
Yan Qingcheng was someone who dared to make a pseudo dominator rank Small clan give him an explanation.
It could be imagined that the faction behind her was most likely dominator rank!
Dominator rank, as the name implied, was a dominator of an area. It was one of the overlords of the world.
Such an existence was actually so fearful of the organization behind the Soul Hunters.
"Is the faction behind you unable to deal with the Soul Hunters?"
"They can't!" Yan Qingcheng said with certainty. "The organization behind the Soul Hunters is extremely mysterious. No one knows where their headquarters are. Only the Soul Hunters roam the world. We have studied them before. Since ancient times, their figures have been recorded in the long river of history. They exist to hunt ancient blood and obtain their souls … "
Jun Wu Xie's eyes turned cold. "An organization that specializes in hunting ancient blood? What do they want to do? "
"No one knows their true goal of hunting ancient blood. According to the limited records in the ancient books, they have been hunting ancient blood for a few eras and have never stopped. Twenty years ago, I was very unfortunate to meet them … "
"Are the Soul Hunters very strong?" Jun Wu Xie looked at the skeletons in the corridor. Some of the skeletons were nailed to the wall, some fell to the ground, and some leaned against the wall. There were holes in some parts of the bones, as if they were pierced by a war spear.
"They are so strong that it is beyond your imagination, and there are so many of them." Yan Qingcheng said, "According to the information we know, there are six levels of Soul Hunters: Low, Elementary, Intermediate, Advanced, Special, and Super. Every level of soul hunter corresponds to different realms and different levels of talent. The higher the level, the higher the realm and talent. "
"The ones I met back then were the lowest level Low Soul Hunters. Even the lowest level Low Soul Hunters had the talent of a genius!"
She looked at the skeletons and said, "It seems that these Soul Hunters were chasing after the disciple or someone of the Secret Realm's owner. They were killed by the owner. Otherwise, if the target was the owner of the Secret Realm, they would be Super Soul Hunters, who can kill Sage Grandmasters! "
"Soul Hunters …"
Jun Wu Xie felt a deep sense of danger.
This kind of organization existed to hunt ancient blood.
Then, was he already targeted by them?
Even if he was not targeted now, he would be in the future!
He would become the target of the Soul Hunters!
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