Zhuo Wen walked slowly on the central street of the giant city.
The surroundings were silent and silent, as if they were isolated from the rest of the world, which was chilling.
He carefully observed the large shops on both sides of the street, with a hint of doubt and chill in his eyes.
He found that everything in the shop was fresh and there was no dust on the surface.
Logically speaking, if this giant city had been abandoned for a long time, the shops would be filled with a lot of dust.
But what Zhuo Wen observed was completely different. It was as if people were coming and going in this huge city one moment, and the next moment all living beings suddenly disappeared from the world.
Zhuo Wen's eyes looked thoughtful, he raised his steps and entered a nearby shop.
The shop he entered was a weapons shop. The area inside was not large, about fifty or sixty square meters, and various weapons were displayed on the walls.
Zhuo Wen walked around the weapons shop and found a bloody handprint on the counter.
He carefully observed the bloody handprint and was surprised to find that although the blood on the bloody handprint had dried up, it should not have been long, about three or four days at most.
After Zhuo Wen took a deep look at the bloody handprint, he left the weapon shop and started searching for other shops.
What surprised him was that there was a bloody handprint in every shop, but the location of the blood handprint was different.
However, what Zhuo Wen didn't notice was that every time he walked out of the store, the bloody handprints in the store squirmed slightly, and their positions changed slightly from the beginning.
After Zhuo Wen left the street, what appeared in front of him was a river that almost ran through the entire giant city.
The current of the river is rapid, and the sound of rushing water is endless and trickling into the ears.
On the opposite side of the river is a vast residential area with various pavilions.
Zhuo Wen could feel that the building complex opposite was a Feng Shui treasure land, and its chaotic energy was extremely abundant. It was obvious that the people living there were basically monks with good strength.
A hundred meters away to the left of Zhuowen, there is a huge arched bridge.
Zhuo Wen did not fly directly across the river, but walked onto the arched bridge and entered the other side.
But after Zhuo Wen crossed the arched bridge, in the shops in the street behind him, bloody handprints seemed to come alive, and he actually walked out of the shops.
One after another, bloody handprints were almost densely packed out of the shops and out onto the street. More and more bloody handprints appeared on the street, silently and extremely strange.
After Zhuo Wen entered this residential area, his eyes became more and more solemn.
He felt that this construction area was even more dead and quiet than the shops on the street across the bridge, and there was a strange rancid smell in the air.
Creak!
Zhuo Wen opened the door of the front house. To his surprise, the door did not have any restrictions and was easily pushed open.
The courtyard is lush, surrounded by rockeries and lined with pavilions, giving it a unique elegance.
For some reason, Zhuo Wen felt that the rancid smell in the air was getting stronger as soon as he entered the house, which made him frown slightly.
He crossed the courtyard, entered the inner house, and stepped into the hall with the door open.
In the center of the hall, there is a plaque with the four characters "Hunhun Zhaozhao" written on it.
Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on the wall directly in front of the hall, with a bloody footprint on it.
This bloody footprint is not big, only about the size of a baby, and looks very compact.
Zhuo Wen frowned. This always felt a bit weird. There were bloody handprints in the shop across the arched bridge, but there were bloody footprints in the residential area here.
He walked out of this house and entered other houses, where he indeed found the same bloody footprints.
And as he went deeper into the residential area, the putrid smell in the air became stronger.
When Zhuo Wen walked to the edge of the residential area, opposite him was a 100-meter-high rockery.
The strange thing is that this rockery is actually blood red, as if it is dyed red by bright blood, and it looks very strange.
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. He always felt that the shape of this rockery was a bit weird.
He jumped up, suspended in mid-air, overlooking the blood-colored rockery in front of him.
Viewed from a high altitude, the shape of this rockery is actually the shape of a head.
It's just that the head was completely stained with bright red, and the flesh and blood were blurred, so it was impossible to see the true appearance of the head.
However, Zhuo Wen could still tell from the outline of the head that it was a female head.
When Zhuo Wen reached the top of the mountain, he discovered that the red color on the surface of the rockery was sticky blood, which had not completely dried up.
The strong rancid smell assaulted his nostrils, making Zhuo Wen frown involuntarily.
Suddenly, Zhuo Wen noticed that blood-colored eyes appeared on the surface of the rockery.
These eyes opened, flashing with a strange bloody light, and they all stared at Zhuo Wen, staring at him closely.
Zhuo Wen felt a chill in his heart. He stepped lightly with the soles of his feet, and surging divine power surged out, intending to trample and destroy all the eyes on the surface of the mountain.
But what shocked him was that a blood-colored energy surged from the surface of the rockery, condensing an extremely strong blood-colored barrier on the surface of the mountain.
Zhuo Wen's pupils shrank, he jumped up, suspended in mid-air, looking down at the strange rockery below with solemn eyes.
As Zhuo Wen flew into the sky, all the eyes on the rockery followed Zhuo Wen and stared at him closely.
At the same time, the sound of people suddenly coming from the residential buildings in front of the rockery and the street shops opposite the arched bridge.
I saw dense bloody handprints on the ground in the center of the street shops.
On the roadside in the residential area, dense bloody footprints appeared.
It was as if there were many bloody hands and feet, crawling towards the rockery quickly.
But what's strange is that except for these bloody handprints and bloody footprints that were added out of thin air, Zhuo Wen didn't see anything in front of him, and he didn't even feel the breath.
The penetrating sound got closer and closer, and bloody handprints and bloody footprints appeared on the surface of the rockery.
On the surface of the rockery, thick blood flowed out, slowly oozing out, which was frightening.
The strong rancid smell swept over him, making Zhuo Wen feel nauseated.
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, there were sounds in the air that sounded like wind that could pierce the eardrums.
Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, drew out the Taiyou Holy Sword in the big world, and slashed out with the sword, and the sword light swept away like falling rain.
The sound of continuous dense collisions sounded in the air, and then wisps of sparks burst out from the surface of Zhuo Wen's Taiyou Holy Sword, which was dazzling and dazzling.
Zhuo Wen was hanging in mid-air and couldn't help but take dozens of steps back.
The moment he retreated, more and more breaking winds swept in, hitting Zhuo Wen in the center from all directions.
Without thinking, Zhuo Wen unleashed a series of divine soul sword intentions that surrounded him like swimming fish.