"Where did all these people go?" Little White Tiger also felt strange.
Ye Qingtang was arguing or not, but a faint smell of blood quietly entered her nostrils.
The bloody smell came from the Martial Arts Hall not far away, and Ye Qingtang subconsciously walked towards the Martial Arts Hall.
The door of the Martial Arts Hall was locked at the moment, standing outside the door, could not hear a single movement inside.
Ye Qingtang took a step forward, trying to push open the gate of the Martial Arts Hall, but when she raised her hand to touch the guard, she suddenly felt a sticky feeling between her fingers.
She retracted her hand and found that her finger was stained with dark brown mucus.
There was also a strong smell of blood in the mucus.
"This is... blood?" Ye Qingtang was slightly taken aback.
The doorknob of the Martial Arts Hall is dark brown, and the blood is covered on it, making it invisible at all.
A sense of uneasiness quietly spread in Ye Qingtang's heart. She suddenly opened the door of the Martial Arts Hall. The moment the door opened, Ye Qingtang froze in place.
In the huge Martial Arts Hall, there are nearly a hundred corpses that have begun to rot...
The corpses were covered with dried blood, and a rancid and bloody smell filled the entire space.
"What happened?" Ye Qingtang opened her eyes slightly, looking at the scene of Shura in the Martial Arts Hall.
Those corpses were wearing the costumes of Jiang family disciples.
Ye Qingtang's eyes swept across the mess in the Martial Arts Hall, and when her eyes touched a familiar face, she couldn't help but gasped.
"Jiang Yisheng..."
Jiang Yicheng fell to the corner of the Martial Arts Hall, a large spray of blood exploded from the wall behind his back, and he fell limply to the base of the wall, the blood on that handsome face was gone, and one arm had already been ripped off Broken, the white insects squirmed from his wound and gnawed at his flesh, and he... seemed to be completely asleep, without a trace of movement.
Jiang Yisheng is dead.
And died for a short time.
Ye Qingtang's heart felt like a boulder was pressing on her, and it was so heavy that it was difficult for her to breathe.
Not far away, the corpses of Jiang Yiran and Jiang Zhiyun fell together.
That Jiang Yiran who was not serious all day long, at the moment of death, his jaw was directly crushed, leaving only half of his face, and his wide-open eyes still had the hideousness before death.
One of Jiang Zhiyun's hands was pressed under Jiang Yiran's body. He fell down with his back on his back, and someone broke a huge gap in his vest, piercing through his chest.
It seemed that he wanted to take Jiang Yiran away, but he couldn't escape this nightmare.
What exactly happened
Ye Qingtang's eyes were full of shock. These young people in Taiyuan Valley were all stunning and powerful.
Especially Jiang Zhiyun, whose strength is the leader of the younger generation in the Central Continent.
who is...
How could he kill them all
Even Jiang Zhiyun didn't even have a chance to escape
"What the hell happened here? Why are these people dead?" Little White Tiger was also shocked by the scene in front of him.
They went to the fairyland, why did everyone in Taiyuan Valley die
Ye Qingtang's face was very ugly, and for a moment, she was startled.
"Not good, Shaobai!"
Ye Qingtang didn't know who killed Jiang Zhiyun and the others, and didn't know if those people had left Taiyuan Valley.