The night was blurry, and there was a hint of fishy sweetness in the air.

A large number of murderous corpses surrounded the old ancient temple, and even though more than half of it was cut off, there was still no reduction.

Han Ling, who was located in the center, pulled out the sharp blade that had penetrated into the flesh irritably. Since he parted ways with Guan Qingxuan, his patience had been exhausted. Facing these puppets without self-awareness, his actions became more and more brutal.

puff!

Stabbing the blade again, Han Ling mercilessly lifted his hand up, the silver knife neatly cut open his chest, and blood spattered everywhere.

Sen Han's blade was covered with horrific blood, which also reflected the sinister expression on the face of the blade holder.

Cold blooded, monster.

Han Ling pinched the space between his eyebrows with his fingers, he absolutely didn't want Guan Qingxuan to see this embarrassed look.

Even if he can't keep up with his master's footsteps, he doesn't want to fall too far and show his weak side.

Only in this way can I be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with that person.

The moonlight in the sky is bleak, and the ground is bloody red.Suddenly, a piercing pain exploded from his heart, and he was caught off guard.

Suddenly, a fishy sweetness rushed into his throat, and Han Ling's knees softened and he fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

There was an uproar all around, and the originally lifeless ominous spirits suddenly reacted, they all stopped, and stared fixedly at the young man lying on the ground.

Blood, living, untamed.

Han Ling froze on the spot in astonishment, with a bad premonition in his heart, drips of cold sweat slipped from the corners of his forehead, and the air stagnated as if it was suffocating.

The corpses were restless.

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