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Chapter 22 He is the murderer of that woman

"18 years ago? What happened?"

"He was the murderer who killed that woman."

A simple sentence made several newcomers gasp.

"Hiss, no wonder the Eight Great Families fight so fiercely and send people to guard this dungeon in turn..."

"Tsk, tsk, it's so pitiful to look like this. I can't live or die!"

Finally, the door opened.

The dazzling light was like a sharp blade, forcibly breaking through the darkness around him and making his vision go blank.

Huo Mingjue closed her eyes. After adapting to the environment, she saw the existence of another person where she was.

She couldn't help but frown, and then she understood the meaning of what those people just said.

Is this more than a ghost?
Can't be called human anymore.

It was more like a bloody humanoid object nailed to the ground with mottled blood all over it...

There are large and small tubes connected around it, cold instruments are placed, and all kinds of data jump up and down.

This place is like a small research laboratory.

The person in the center, while being tortured, was still being sustained by these things.

Huo Mingjue couldn't help sighing, it was really a weird dream.

The half-dead person on the pillar suddenly raised his head and locked on her position firmly, as if he had discovered something.

"Jinse!"

Before Huo Mingjue heard what he said.

"Om-"

The piercing siren pierced the eardrums.

The equipment connected to his body was suddenly powered on.

The lightning flashed, and a smell of burnt flesh spread in the air...

Huo Mingjue opened his eyes and woke up.

Her cheek was pressed against the cold wall, and the surrounding environment became normal again.

The hallucinations subside temporarily.

Huo Mingjue heaved a sigh of relief, but he always felt that he had forgotten something.

She only remembered that before she woke up, she smelled a strange smell, as if she was cooking something?
Just like...

Rotten canned salmon is continuously fermented, mixed with snail powder and sour bamboo shoots, 82-year-old Ganges water is added, and it bubbles in the black magician's crucible.

Thinking of this, her stomach churned.

Huo Mingjue wanted to rush into the bathroom, but his hands and feet were tied and he fell back.

With slender and strong hands, the man handed over a black plastic bag.

"Here, spit in the bag."

Huo Mingjue looked at the bag and turned his head.

"The bag that held the fish?"

"Isn't it?" The man's tone was surprised, "I'm about to throw up, you still think this bag is not clean enough?"

Huo Mingjue: "Suddenly I don't want to vomit anymore."

"...Okay, you're amazing." Fu Zhenming couldn't help but marvel, "You're the first one to be in a funny mood after being reduced to this level."

"Do you think it's funny?" Huo Mingjue's face was expressionless.

Fu Zhenming didn't dare to speak anymore.

The cold face of this little girl always makes people subconsciously afraid to provoke her.

He made a gesture, which was not an internationally used insulting gesture.

The overlapping of the index and middle fingers is a prayer gesture, hoping to receive God's protection and blessing.

"Bless you (God bless you)," he said.

Fu Zhenming had to admit that the temperament of the woman in front of him was indeed unique.

Even though her hands and feet were tied and she seemed to be at a disadvantage, her back was still straight, her face was expressionless, and she looked calm.

It doesn't look like someone in trouble, but like a magazine shooter.

It's a pity that with this stuff, no matter how she looks like a troubled nobleman, she will eventually degenerate into the abyss and become rotten nourishment.

(End of this chapter)