Chen Laosi suddenly became even more furious, picked up the little boy and was about to throw him to the ground.
"Hey, Chen Laosi, don't do anything stupid. The master spent a lot of magic medicine to turn these children into culture medium. The culture medium must be taken alive. If you drop the precious culture medium and kill them, be careful that the master will peel off your skin!"
Chen Laosi's face was grim. He suddenly pressed the little boy onto the chopping board and said with a fierce smile, "Even if I can't kill him, I can cut off his hands and feet and let his blood drain out little by little. Is that okay?"
“Brother—Brother! Don’t kill big brother… wuuuu…” The heart-wrenching cries of the children came from the cage.
The little boy on the chopping board kept struggling, but with that little strength he had, there was no way he could escape from Chen Laosi's palm.
Seeing the sword raised high and the blade getting closer and closer to him, the little boy closed his eyes in despair.
However, after a moment, the expected pain did not come.
Instead, I heard a loud "bang" in my ears, which was the sound of a big knife falling to the ground.
Then the whole basement was in chaos.
The little boy opened his eyes cautiously, only to see two figures slowly flashing at the junction of light and shadow.
The man walking in front had extremely delicate and handsome features, but there was a bright red scar on his face. At this moment, he was holding a flying sword in his hand, and a cold light was emitting from the sword.
Chen Laosi, who was about to attack himself just now, was now rolling on the ground, holding his broken arm with blood gushing out, wailing in pain.
"Who are you? Do you know where this place is?!"
The basement was in chaos and even the old men who were refining medicine came over and shouted at them.
Gu Liufeng sneered, looking at this group of beasts with human faces and beastly hearts, his eyes were filled with disgust and hatred, and he said coldly word by word: "I am here to take your lives!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cold sword light burst out like fireworks.
Wherever the sword light went, wailing sounds rang out one after another, broken limbs and arms flew everywhere, and blood splattered everywhere, just like a bloody hell.
He Xi watched leisurely from the side, with no intention of helping at all.
In the blink of an eye, the strong man who had just been killing children in the basement was killed by Gu Liufeng.
Even if there were a few who managed to survive, they had their limbs broken and their stomachs ripped open, which was even more miserable than death.
The old men who were refining medicine were in a panic. One of them quietly went around to the west corner and tried to press the mechanism on the wall to call for help.
He Xi watched coldly and wanted to release Zi Ming You Luo to stop it.
Unexpectedly, before she could make a move, a small figure slammed into the old man who was trying to press the mechanism.
The old man who was refining medicine was knocked to the ground and screamed in pain. The little boy showed no mercy and grabbed a big machete next to him and chopped at him hard.
Blood splattered everywhere, and warm liquid with a pungent fishy smell sprayed on the little boy's face.
He was stunned for a moment, but immediately came to his senses. There was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only deep hatred and persistence.
When the little boy turned around, he met He Xi's smiling eyes.
At the junction of darkness and light, the boy's skin was as smooth as white jade, his lips were bright red, but his eyes were like spring water seeping with ice chips, clear yet cold.
The beautiful red lips curled up slightly, and the look she gave him was so superior and nonchalant, yet it attracted him so much that he wanted to get closer. (To be continued)