There are stone steles every ten meters, standing behind the steles, there is nowhere to see them.

"Master Wu Yue?"

Meng Weihan yelled three times in succession, and Wu Yue finally recovered.

"Elder Meng."

"What is Young Master Wu Yue thinking?" Meng Weihan held Yan Hongni who was so painful that he passed out, his face a little gloomy.

Wu Yue's mind was full of the last images he saw.

The person who was suddenly held down turned into powder as the little girl collected her fingers one by one.

Along with the fine silver light, the rustle fell on the ground.

Those people didn't know why their cultivation base suddenly increased, and they struggled to deal with it.

Why did she kill people so easily?

"Nothing." Wu Yue didn't say what he saw just now: "Chu... is she okay with Zheng?"

"No bones were hurt." Meng Weihan was nervous and Yan Hongni couldn't help but soften her face.

Wu Yue looked more and more surprised.

"Just fine."

Meng Weihan: "What did Young Master Wu Yue think about what happened just now?"

Wu Yue: "I've only heard of Wuyin Town, and I haven't really come in. There are many opinions about this Wuyin maze, so I am not very clear about the specific situation."

Wu Yue paused: "The five-tone maze is based on the deepest fear or the deepest hidden desire in everyone. I think the five-tone maze has so many sayings, probably because it is different every time."

Everyone's desires and fears are different, and the things they encounter are naturally different.

Therefore, there are many opinions circulating outside, and there is no agreed version.

Meng Weihan nodded, agreeing with what Wu Yue said.

Yan Hongni was injured, so Meng Weihan decided to rest and make plans before and after.

Wu Yue had no opinion.

Meng Weihan held Yan Hongni and sat down against a stone tablet.

The blood on Yan Hongni's sleeves pierced Meng Weihan's eyes with blood.

He could see clearly at the time.

If it hadn't been for the woman to kick Ni'er suddenly, Ni'er would not get hurt.

The guilt in Meng Weihan's heart for Chu Zheng had disappeared without a trace at this time.

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Chu Zheng killed two people and ran away quickly. With so many people, she didn't want to solve them one by one.

There are evil spirits leading the way, and Chuzheng's route is not crooked.

But the gloomy background sound in her ear seemed to start to change.

With the sound of drums, shouts, fighting...

From fuzzy to clear.

Finally completely transformed.

That is the battlefield.

Chu Zheng didn't feel at all about it. How much does it have to do with her?

Chuzheng's thoughts just flashed, and her hands were suddenly empty.

The stele in front of him disappeared.

Large swaths of corpses appeared in front of her, including monsters and humans.

The broken flag was stuck in the blood-stained soil, and the weapon stood alone.

The sky was dark and low, hovering with ugly birds.

She was standing in this corpse.

In the distance were humans and monsters fighting, and the voice came from there.

Chuzheng looked around, but did not find himself broken and the coffin.

Is this a fantasy?

But what does this place have to do with her?

... Is it Shen Yin?

But according to the eight... news she heard, Shen Yin had never appeared on the battlefield.

Of course, maybe she didn't hear everything.

Perhaps it was before that, Shen Yin had been to the battlefield.

But this is not what she experienced, how can she be trapped?

Chuzheng was leaving here first, but no matter what she did, she didn't.

In the end, Chu Zheng could only try to move forward.

After walking for more than ten meters, she stopped, her strength did not lose.

In other words, this place is not limited by the coffin... then her original body should still be there now.

Although this is certain, there is no way to get out.

Chuzheng decided to move on to see which play the Wuyin Fanzhen had arranged for him.

Chuzheng arrived at the battlefield soon.

Humans and monsters fight fiercely, and the targets are all blood and corpses.

Chuzheng was not sure if she would be attacked, so she didn't go forward and watched around the battlefield.

Chu Zheng found a command camp that resembled a human being behind the battlefield.

She touched it all the way, and met someone on patrol on the road, who could obviously see her.

When you see the face of life, you open your mouth to scold.

Chuzheng put the people down and avoided them more carefully.

"Young Master Shocked!"

"Don't be shocked!"

As soon as Chu Zheng approached the camp, he heard an exclamation.

Before the camp, the young man in white was stopped.

The boy was a little smaller than Chu Zheng saw. He was only about thirteen or fourteen years old. His features were beautiful, but he hadn't opened up yet, showing a bit of immaturity.

"Young Master Shocked, those people are not dead yet, you can't do this!"

"I can't save them, they will die sooner or later." The young man's voice was also immature, but he was almost cold-blooded and ruthless.

He said: "I want to save more people."

The shock at this time, the communication was normal, and there was no slowness.

"Young Master Jingpo, what's the difference between you and murder!" The man who stopped the young man shouted, "You are a doctor who rescues the wounded, not the executioner. They are not dead, they are still alive!"

The boy stopped speaking.

The man hurriedly made a please gesture: "Young Master Jingpa, please go back first."

The boy didn't say anything, and went back to the tent behind.

Chu Zheng watched that the tent was guarded.

It's not her... it was shocked.

From the beginning, all she heard was the sound of music formed deep in her heart.

The picture suddenly changed, and the camp in the barren mountains and ridges turned into a hall with carved beams and painted buildings.

In the hall, the boy knelt on the ground.

The white clothes were stained with blood, the hair was messy, and the lips were pale.

Compared to just now, the boy seems to be one year older, his body is already drawn, he grows a lot taller, and is thinner.

"Do you know wrong?"

Sitting high in the hall, a middle-aged man asked coldly.

The boy's voice was hoarse: "What's wrong with the disciple? The disciple saved so many people..."

"You... are so stubborn! Tie him to the Medical Heart Pavilion until you admit your mistake!"

The boy was dragged out of the hall, and Chu Zheng followed out.

At the highest point of the Medical Heart Pavilion, the boy's hands were tied with a rope, hanging out of thin air.

Chu Zheng boarded the Medical Heart Pavilion.

"Who!" the guard scolded.

Chu Zheng raised his hand and waved, and the two fell down to the Medical Heart Pavilion at the same time.

The boy was already very weak and could barely open his eyes.

Chu Zheng put him down, and the boy grabbed her sleeves tightly: "I'm right."

Chu Zheng responded softly, "Well, you are right."

The young man looked at her blankly, tears streaming down his eyes.

Everyone said he was wrong.

The master is like this, the same sect is like this, the world is like this...

Now suddenly someone said he was right.

She said he was right.

The teenager is only fifteen or six years old, and the grievances in his heart can no longer be stretched.

Chu Zheng's fingertips wiped the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes: "Don't cry, I'll take you away."

The young man didn't know her, but he nodded without hesitation, hugged her tightly and didn't want to let go.

As if this is his life-saving straw.

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