When it dawned the next day, the door opened and someone came in and pulled Ling Xuewei up and directly out of the house and outside.
"Miss Ling, I'm offended."
As soon as she finished speaking, something was placed on Ling Xuewei's head, and she was forced to move forward.
The binding technique on her body limited Ling Xuewei's movement, and she could only be forced to move forward, even the sound around her was muted.
This Mu Tianqi was very guarded against her.
It should be said that I know her well enough.
I didn't know where to take her, but after about a stick of incense, Ling Xuewei stopped.
The thing on her head was lifted, her eyes lit up, and Ling Xuewei regained her vision.
What came into view was a black mass of corpses.
Endless, thousands.
At this moment, Ling Xuewei was standing on a high platform.
The high platform was about a hundred meters high, almost as high as dozens of stories. It made a creaking sound when the strong wind blew.
The high platform can accommodate dozens of people, and below the high platform, dozens of people are hanging.
Their clothes were in rags, they were dirty, and they were almost dying.
Although they were some distance away, Ling Xuewei could tell from their vaguely identifiable clothing that they were warriors and common people from the Eastern Region.
Ling Xuewei's eyes darkened slightly.
At this time, Mu Tianqi walked up. Behind him were Ling Xuewei's old acquaintance, E Ji, and a dozen people. Judging from their aura, they were all difficult to mess with.
Especially E Ji, from the very beginning, he looked at Ling Xuewei as if he were an enemy and wanted to poke a few bloody holes in her body.
While Ling Xuewei was under guard, E Ji tried to break in, but was stopped, causing quite a commotion at the time.
E Ji hated Ling Xuewei deeply.
But the same is true for Ling Xuewei.
Mu Tianqi came over, and the others lined up. Looking at the battle, Ling Xuewei had a vague feeling of bad premonition.
Sure enough, Ling Xuewei's premonition came true soon.
Because next, they want to kill the prisoners and sacrifice the flag.
Sacrifice for the coming war.
As Mu Tianqi finished speaking, the ancient horn sounded.
It was like a devil's horn coming from the underworld and purgatory, spreading in all directions. It was distant, strange, and shocking. The monsters below looked like they had been given blood, and they all raised their heads and screamed.
Listening to this sound, Ling Xuewei felt her eardrums hurt, as if some awl was hitting her temples hard, and she began to feel dizzy...
There is hot and moist liquid flowing out of the nose, which is blood.
Then she felt bleeding from her ears.
not good!
There's something strange about the horn sound.
The prisoners who were hanging below also began to cry. Some of them had low cultivation levels, and soon they began to bleed from their orifices and twitched all over. Even if they had cultivation levels around them, given their current situation, the odds were against them.
After an unknown amount of time, the horn finally stopped.
Ling Xuewei struggled to swallow the blood that came up in her throat and wiped away the nosebleed with the back of her hand.
Suddenly meeting E Ji's mocking and cold eyes, she looked away expressionlessly.
E Ji snorted in his heart, bitch! Let’s see how long you can continue to be arrogant!
At this time, a group of people with ghost faces and sacrificial costumes swarmed onto the high platform. They walked in strange ways and chanted strange spells. They came to the hanging prisoner, jabbered something, and then picked up the
The sharp scimitar wiped the prisoner's neck cleanly!
Blood spurts out!
This knife did not cut the prisoner's neck!
But the man was still alive, struggling desperately, his body twitching, his expression painful and ferocious, and the blood quickly stained his tattered clothes.
From Ling Xuewei's side, one could even clearly see that his pale neck bones were poked out of the flesh, and even the blood vessels were clearly visible...
The blood made the monsters below become even more excited. Their breaths were white and they let out hissing roars... It seemed that they would rush up in the next second and tear their corpses into pieces into their bellies.
"The first one."
Only……
They use "only" to refer to them, just like calling animals.
Next, there was the second person, the third person, the fourth person...the hanging people had their necks wiped one by one, just like bleeding animals, cruel and ruthless.
Ling Xuewei saw the flames of anger welling up in her heart!
Those people are all warriors from the Eastern Region, their people! Now they are being treated like this!
As if sensing the change in Ling Xuewei's mood, Mu Tianqi came over and looked at her up and down, half-smiling.
Needless to say, Ling Xuewei also knew how embarrassed she was at the moment.
Compared with the prisoners below, they are not much better.
"I have forgotten that the girl has no spiritual power and cannot bear the sound of the trumpet."
Mu Tianqi looked like he had just remembered it and apologized, "Don't worry, although this sound will cause the monk's true energy to be disordered, it will not damage his fundamentals."
"What on earth do you want to do?" Ling Xuewei was too lazy to talk nonsense to him. Looking at Mu Tianqi's hypocritical face, she almost felt sick.
"Don't worry, the excitement has just begun."
Mu Tianqi raised an evil smile, Ling Xuewei's heart skipped a beat when she saw this, and a bad premonition arose again.
Sure enough, the next thing she saw was that the prisoners whose necks were touched were kicked directly from the high platform!
After falling from a high platform of hundreds of meters, he was directly thrown into a puddle of mud!
The next second, countless monsters swarmed over and ate them up in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a piece of flesh and blood left.
"No! No..."
When the people behind saw this bloody scene, they were so frightened that they pissed themselves and struggled in fear.
But it's all in vain.
Soon, the prisoners were kicked off the platform one by one, and the lucky ones died immediately, no longer feeling fear or pain.
Some people were not so lucky. The one who survived was a soldier. Due to his special constitution, he fell from above, but he was seriously injured and did not die.
He watched helplessly as the monsters surrounded him, trying to escape but unable. Finally, the monster's claws tore open his chest and took out his internal organs... Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and roared, detonating his Dantian.
With a bang, blood splashed everywhere!
Tear dozens of monsters into pieces in an instant!
However, for an army of hundreds of thousands of zombies, this amount of damage is only a drop in the bucket.
The people on the high platform seemed to be watching a show, and some showed excited and bloodthirsty expressions.
Human life is like grass.
Ling Xuewei had known it for a long time, but she never expected that it would reappear in such a conflicting and tragic way.
At this time, more than a dozen people were escorted up. When they accidentally saw Ling Xuewei, their originally decadent and numb expressions suddenly brightened!
"Mrs. Ninth! Is it Mrs. Ninth?"
"It's really Mrs. Ninth!"
"Mrs. Ninth, please save us!"
…
Ling Xuewei didn't know who these people were, but judging from their clothes, they should be the city lords of various cities in the Eastern Region and the children of aristocratic sects. When she went to inspect with Ye Moyan, these people had seen her from a distance.
Because Ling Xuewei was surrounded by people most of the time, and Ye Moyan was by her side, these people did not dare to approach easily, but they firmly remembered her face. (To be continued)