Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 73: Secret Room Decryption Incident
The warm yellow light entered his eyes, causing his vision to tremble slightly, and a simple and tidy house appeared in front of Wang Chen.
The room was not big, and was L-shaped. A long wooden table was placed in the widest part of the room, taking up a large space. Four long wooden benches were placed in the four corners. Behind him, a chill came faintly, and the entire farmhouse was completely surrounded by blood mist.
Fortunately, the blood mist could not penetrate.
Following the light source, I saw a wooden board fixed on the wall, making a simple shrine , on which was placed a kind-looking statue of an unknown god. An oil lamp was placed flat on the shrine, and the flame of the oil lamp was steady and straight, as if there was no wind in the room at all.
It looks like a peaceful farm family, as if a smiling peasant woman would come out at any time, carrying steaming dishes and warmly entertaining strange guests.
He walked forward a few steps cautiously, but saw a pair of feet wearing purple embroidered shoes at the connection between one side of the room and the corridor.
Embroidered shoes are a common type of footwear worn by women in the country, but the feet wearing embroidered shoes look a little strange. They are lying down, revealing the white soles.
"Corpse?" Wang Chen felt an inexplicable chill on his back. The pair of embroidered shoes illuminated by the oil lamp were shrouded in a strange color.
Without hesitation, Wang Chen walked towards the embroidered shoes.
It is very likely that the battle with the Vampire King had already begun the moment he entered this wooden house.
Being timid will only lead to losing the initiative.
In the quiet environment, the footsteps were particularly clear. Wang Chen tried to lighten his steps, but happened to pass by the shrine on the wall.
He looked up and saw that the kind-looking deity in the niche seemed to be smiling, but because of the shadow cast by the oil lamp, it became distorted and weird, as if some evil creature had transformed into a sacred appearance and was showing a false smile.
Wang Chen was stunned, and secretly told himself not to be suspicious. He stopped looking at the statue and slowly walked over.
With the light of the oil lamp, he finally saw clearly that there was a woman lying in the corridor. She had a pretty face, but her eyes were closed and there seemed to be pain on her face. She did not look like a corpse.
He took a few steps forward and bent down.
I saw that the woman's chest was slightly rising and falling, and her breathing was quite slow, as if she was sleeping soundly.
"Wake up." Wang Chen gently shook the woman's shoulder.
"Hello!"
The woman's eyelids trembled slightly, and she opened them, only to see a stranger squatting in front of her.
ah!
A quick and short scream suddenly rang out, which was particularly clear in the silent environment. The woman did not seem to understand the current situation, and subconsciously rolled and crawled backwards.
"Do I look so much like a bad guy?" Wang Chen was a little shocked.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you?" Wang Chen seemed to have never encountered such a situation before. A few sentences , but he felt that after saying these words, the woman would be even more scared. He just opened his mouth dryly twice without making any sound.
The woman finally saw Wang Chen's appearance clearly at this time. Seeing that Wang Chen was younger than her and did not seem to have any malicious intentions, she gradually calmed down.
But when she stepped back, she had already sat at the door of another room. But at this moment, there seemed to be a dark shadow in the room, slowly standing up.
ah!
The woman screamed , and without caring that Wang Chen was standing in the middle of the corridor, she moved past Wang Chen very swiftly and ran towards the room with the dim oil lamp.
It seemed that the light there could bring her a little comfort in her fear.
"Don't open the door!"
Wang Chen said anxiously.
The living room was separated from the outside by a door, and the outside was filled with blood mist. If the blood mist poured in, the consequences would be disastrous.
Under such circumstances, I'm afraid this house is the safest place.
Sure enough, the woman rushed into the hall and her eyes instinctively turned to the front door of the house. Seeing that this place was only separated from the outside world by a door, she almost ran away in fear.
“Who’s there!”
From the inner room, a strange man's voice was heard.
"Anyone else?"
Wang Chen was stunned and slowly retreated to the living room.
The woman who was about to open the door was slightly startled when she heard the voice, but finally she couldn't help but gritted her teeth, reached out and was about to open the door.
"If we open the door, we might all die." Wang Chen said in a deep voice.
The woman was shocked when she heard that. She turned around and looked at Wang Chen. She finally slowly put her hand down and did not move to open the door.
"You said we would die?" a man said as he walked out slowly.
This was a young man about twenty years old, dressed in green warrior attire, except for two sharp knives tattooed on the right side of his chest. His face was gloomy, and his hair was a little messy, as if he had just crawled up from the ground.
Wang Chen's eyes inadvertently swept across the two sharp knives on the young man's chest, and he thought secretly that this attire made him look like a warrior from the Fan country.
"Why?" The man stared at Wang Chen and asked bluntly.
"Because there are...ghosts outside." Wang Chen said.
When the woman heard Wang Chen's words, she trembled with fear, but the man was stunned, then sneered,
"Ghost? Humph, I, Murong Aotian, have killed countless people, but I have never seen any ghosts. Do you want to scare me with this? Believe it or not, I will kill you directly and see if you can turn into a ghost?"
"Murong Aotian..."
Wang Chen was speechless. The Emperor's Space was really not well-named. But after all, the words and deeds of these creatures were not as good as the lines of fifteen-year-old socks.
"It seems that you have killed countless people and have a high level of cultivation. Doesn't it mean that the sooner you leave here, the safer I will be? Why should I stop you from leaving?" Wang Chen asked back.
Murong Aotian frowned and thought for a moment, seeming to feel that Wang Chen's words made sense, so he asked, "What is this place?"
Wang Chen shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, and then looked at the woman again. The woman was a little frightened and said in a trembling voice, "I don't know either."
Murong Aotian raised his eyebrows, seeming extremely impatient, and was about to say something when he heard footsteps coming from inside the house.
Glancing sideways, he saw that the dim light in the room was blocked by the wooden wall, and there was only darkness in the depths of the corridor. Even though Murong Aotian was arrogant, he was not reckless. Looking at the unknown darkness, he felt a chill in his heart, and finally he slowly retreated to the living room.
Under the vigilant gaze of the three people, a figure slowly emerged from the depths of the corridor. It was a thin middle-aged man wearing a long gown. His face still had the handsomeness of his youth, but his face was pale, which inexplicably suited the outfit.
"There is no doubt that it was created by the Emperor's thoughts." Wang Chen looked at the middle-aged man with certainty.
If Murong Aotian and the woman could possibly be living people from the outside world, then this middle-aged man was obviously over 30 years old and was undoubtedly a creation of Emperor Nian.
In this strange place, no clues can be missed.
