Spirit Condensation Mountain Village (3)
編輯: Atlas Studios
The Apothecary hesitated for a moment and finally nodded at Wu Zheng beside him. Wu Zheng went forward quietly and pushed open the tightly-shut door.
The moment the door was pushed open, a strong blood smell greeted them!
The smell was so intense that one could faint from it!
The scene inside made the calm Zhou Xuan shudder and breathe with difficulty.
Hundreds of heads were piled in the courtyard of Spirit Condensation Mountain Village like a tower of skulls. Crimson dried blood hardened on the almost-decomposed skulls.
Over three hundred skulls were piled in the courtyard so glaringly. Crimson blood covered the entire courtyard as though a demonic blood-colored flower was in full bloom while the hundreds of skulls formed the core of the flower of death. Along with the intense smell of death in the air, the image was imprinted in everyone's eyes.
In an instant, Zhou Xuan and the rest turned pale.