Chapter 1834
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"Where did everyone go?" Little White Tiger was also puzzled.
While Ye Qingtang was debating, a faint smell of blood suddenly crept into her nostrils.
The smell of blood came from the Martial Arts Hall nearby, and she instinctively walked towards it.
The doors to the Martial Arts Hall were tightly shut. She could not hear anything from outside.
Ye Qingtang took a step forward and tried to push the doors open. But when she raised her hand to touch the handle, she felt something sticky between her fingers.
She retracted her hand and discovered that her fingers were stained with dark brown mucus.
There was also a strong smell of blood coming from the mucus.
"This is … blood?" Ye Qingtang was slightly taken aback.
The door handle of the Martial Arts Hall was dark brown and covered with blood, it was impossible to tell.
A sense of unease spread in Ye Qingtang's heart. She suddenly opened the doors to the Martial Arts Hall. The moment the doors opened, Ye Qingtang froze on the spot.
In the huge Martial Arts Hall, there were close to a hundred corpses that were already starting to decompose …
The corpses were covered in dried blood and the stench of decay and blood filled the entire space.
"What happened?" Ye Qingtang's eyes widened as she looked at the gruesome scene in the Martial Arts Hall.
The corpses were dressed in the uniforms of the Jiang Family disciples.
Ye Qingtang's gaze swept across the mess in the Martial Arts Hall. When her gaze landed on a familiar face, she could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
"Jiang Yisheng …"
Jiang Yisheng had collapsed in a corner of the Martial Arts Hall. The wall behind him had exploded into a large pool of blood. He lay limply at the foot of the wall, his handsome face drained of all color. One of his arms had been torn off and white worms were wriggling from his wound, gnawing at his flesh. And he … seemed to be in a deep sleep. There was no movement at all.
Jiang Yisheng was dead.
And he had been dead for quite some time.
Ye Qingtang felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on her heart. It was so heavy that she found it difficult to breathe.
Nearby, Jiang Yiran's and Jiang Yanyun's corpses lay on top of each other.
That Jiang Yiran, who was always talking nonsense, had his chin crushed at the moment of his death. Only half of his face was left, and his wide-open eyes were still filled with the savagery of death.
One of Jiang Yanyun's hands was pinned under Jiang Yiran's body. He had fallen with his back to the ground. There was a huge hole in his back that had pierced through his chest.
It looked like he had wanted to escape with Jiang Yiran, but in the end, he could not escape this nightmare.
What in the world had happened?
Ye Qingtang's eyes were filled with shock. All the youths in Taiyuan Valley were outstanding and had outstanding skills.
Jiang Yanyun, in particular, was one of the best in the younger generation of the Central Mainland.
Who was it …
It could actually kill all of them?
Even Jiang Yanyun didn't have the chance to escape?
"This place … What exactly happened here? How did all these people die? "Little White Tiger was also shocked by the scene in front of it.
They had gone to the Immortal Footsteps Mystic Realm. Why was everyone in Taiyuan Valley dead when they returned?
Ye Qingtang's expression was very ugly. She was suddenly alarmed.
"Oh no, Shaobai!"
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