Chapter 641: The End of the Tunnel...
This scene looked so shocking that it seemed to be silently telling the story of the cruel, bloody, inhumane and evil sacrificial scenes that had been staged here time and time again.
Every drop of bright red blood seemed to be filled with endless pain and sorrow...
Every drop of blood seems to carry the resentment of a wronged soul...
The wails of vengeful spirits and the despair of innocent people seemed to echo faintly in the air.
The pungent smell of blood still lingered in the air, and a chill penetrated deep into my heart.
When Su Chenyin saw this, a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes, and then she moved lightly to the altar.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her beautiful eyes were full of solemnity, as if she could see through the altar in front of her that was covered with bloodstains and mysterious runes, and see the numerous sins hidden behind it.
Looking at the signs before her, she could infer that these bloodstains were the essence and blood of those creatures killed by Zhuge Ze and others.
I wonder how many innocent souls are buried beneath these bloodstains, and how much heavy resentment is accumulated.
In an instant, an extremely strong anger rushed from the soles of her feet to her head like a surging tide.
This anger caused the spiritual power in her body to vibrate slightly, as if it would break out at any time to cleanse the blood-stained altar.
Lu Ziche also stared at the altar stained with blood, and he couldn't help but take a breath.
His face instantly became extremely gloomy, and disgust surged into his heart like a tide, intertwining with anger.
He quickly raised his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose, as if this could keep out the strong smell of blood.
But the smell seemed to penetrate every pore and went straight into his nasal cavity.
Lu Ziche couldn't help but cursed with gnashing teeth: "Humph, Mu Chengyun and his gang of inhumane beasts, there is so much blood on this altar, this blood must be essence blood."
"With so much blood and essence, I wonder how many innocent lives were killed by them!"
"They actually did so many evil things, they really deserve to die."
He unconsciously clenched one hand into a fist, and his hatred for Zhuge Ze, Mu Chengyun and others increased a little more.
Yu Zhiyan also had a solemn expression, her eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and her eyes were full of reluctance and unquenchable resentment.
She bit her red lips with her pearly teeth and spat softly, "That's right, these unscrupulous people are so crazy and cruel."
She held the Bingpo Liuli Sword in her hand even tighter, her body trembling slightly, revealing the ups and downs of her heart.
At this time, Yu Rong's face was solemn and dignified, and the folding fan that he was originally waving in his hand had been put away at some point.
His eyes quickly swept across the altar and every corner around it, not daring to miss any suspicious trace.
While he was vigilantly observing the movements around him, he kept whispering:
"This damn place is filled with evil spirits. Everyone should be alert."
Su Chenyin nodded slightly, then she took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in her heart.
After adjusting his state, Su Chenyin raised his foot and stepped firmly towards the left side of the altar.
Seeing this, the people behind him quickened their pace and followed closely, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Jun Yijue never left Su Chenyin's side, keeping a close eye on her every move, fearing that she might encounter any danger.
Soon, Su Chenyin came to an ordinary-looking wall.
At first glance, this wall looks almost identical to the other surrounding walls, all made of the same black boulders.
After years of erosion, the gaps between bricks and stones have long been filled with dust and cobwebs.
But Su Chenyin suddenly stopped and looked carefully at the wall in front of her.
After a moment, a barely perceptible glimmer of certainty suddenly flashed in her eyes.
Then she stretched out her right hand and gently pressed it on an inconspicuous spot on the wall.
In an instant, the wall made a "cracking" sound, and a secret door slowly appeared in front of everyone.
The secret door was completely black and engraved with all kinds of strange runes.
Those runes kept flashing faint light, as if there was some mysterious and powerful force quietly flowing within them.
In the very center of this secret door, there is a uniquely shaped groove.
Its shape is like a white cloud floating in the sky, exquisite and unique, exuding a different kind of mysterious atmosphere.
Seeing this, Su Chenyin's originally tense expression instantly relaxed.
She raised her jade hand and waved it slightly, and a jade pendant in the shape of a cloud appeared in her white jade palm.
Looking closely at this cloud jade pendant, you can find that the patterns on it perfectly match the shape of the groove on the secret door.
And this cloud jade pendant was exactly the one that Lu Zhilin had solemnly handed to her before.
Su Chenyin held the cloud jade pendant, aimed it at the slot on the secret door, and gently pushed the jade pendant into the slot.
At the moment when the two touched, a crisp "click" sound was heard, and the secret door began to open slowly.
As the secret door moved, a stale and decayed smell surged out and rushed towards everyone.
Inside the door was a pitch-black passage, so deep that it seemed to be able to swallow up all light.
At first glance, there is no end to the passage, giving people the illusion that it will extend forever into the endless dark abyss.
Su Chenyin raised her eyes, glanced at her companions around her, opened her red lips slightly, and said slowly:
"Let's go. The depths of the Dark Prisoner Valley are hidden behind this door."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took a step forward without hesitation and stepped into the passage first.
Seeing this, Jun Yijue hurriedly followed behind, and said with concern: "Yinyin, I'm scout ahead, you follow me closely."
His voice was low and firm, carrying a reassuring force, trying to reassure Su Chenyin.
He walked in front of Su Chenyin, holding a white sword. The spiritual light from the sword illuminated a short distance ahead.
Lu Ziche, Su Yi, Yu Zhiyan and Yu Rong also stepped into the passage one after another.
They all had solemn expressions, moved cautiously, and deliberately slowed down their breathing, for fear of disturbing the "master" of this mysterious place.
Lu Ziche frowned slightly and couldn't help mumbling, "This passage is so dark and gloomy. I don't know where it leads to."
Despite his complaints, his eyes were still scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
He walked with extreme lightness, as if he might startle something terrible if he wasn't careful.
Su Chenyin and a few others followed closely and slowly moved forward along this dark passage.
The entire corridor was eerily quiet. Apart from their gentle breathing and footsteps, there was almost no other sound.
These sounds continued to echo in such a narrow and enclosed space, making the already somewhat eerie atmosphere even more intense.
The walls on both sides of the passage were wet, emitting bursts of coldness, and a chilly breath hit me in the face.
From time to time, drops of water would slide down the stone wall and drip onto the ground, making a crisp "tick-tick" sound.
The sound of water drops hitting each other seemed extremely abrupt and harsh in this quiet environment, making people's nerves involuntarily tense.
Time passed by minute by minute, and no one knew how long it had been.
Just when everyone was feeling a little tired and uneasy, a faint ray of light suddenly appeared in front.
Everyone was cheered up and quickened their pace towards the light.
When I got closer, I saw that there was a room at the end of the passage.