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Chapter 470 Bloody Training

No, he is not from the Northland, he is a puppet of the Northland.

Has the North Country penetrated so early?
Huang Zhenzhen glanced at Xiaoyu who was still sleeping in a coma, and threw some silver to Xiaoer, asking Xiaoer to take good care of Xiaoyu, while he quietly followed the eighth prince away.

According to her memory, the Northern Kingdom should still have forces infiltrating this continent at this time.

If it had already infiltrated at this time, then not only Su, Jin might also have the evil forces of the North, and this continent was far more complicated than she imagined.

The Eighth Prince did not go back to the palace, but took countless detours, changed countless carriages, and headed to a remote barren mountain.

Men in black cleared the obstacles for him along the way, and eighteen carriages were prepared at each fork, and they went from different directions.

If it weren't for the faint laurel fragrance on the eighth prince, she might not be able to follow the eighth prince.

"Eighth prince, the secret room has been arranged, the master asked the subordinates to invite the eighth prince over."

"Is everything the king wants ready?"

"Yes."

"Quick, quick, quickly follow the king."

Huang Zhenzhen hid behind the tree, remembering the scene in front of him from a distance.

The men in black who supported the Eighth Prince were all covered with their faces covered, and laurel totems were embroidered on their cuffs.

Laurel totem.

How familiar and how disgusting.

Only people in the northern kingdom embroider laurel flowers on their cuffs.

Seeing that the interrogation was too strict, Huang Zhen really didn't dare to get too close, so he could only follow from a distance.

Following Xu Yuan again, Huang Zhenzhen fell into several large formations, and the front was in a state of confusion, even eighteen princes appeared.

She was horrified.

Where is the Eighth Prince going?
With so many advanced formations along the way, what are you trying to hide?
Huang Zhenzhen didn't dare to force her way in. She closed her eyes, memorized the directions of the formations one by one, and tried hard to recall the formation-breaking method Yu Qingfan taught her. , broke the formation.

Because of the delay, the eighth prince had already disappeared, and she didn't know where the eighth prince went?
Under the night, although the bright moon illuminates a little in the night, it is still pitch black, and only a few scenes in front of me can be seen vaguely.

The Eighth Prince and others had disappeared, no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find any trace.

"Strange, where are people? Where did they go?"

This mountain is only so big, and they haven't been away for a long time, so they shouldn't be able to run very far.

Could it be that there is some secret path or enchantment here?
Under the night, Huang Zhenzhen groped and searched alone, almost searching the entire mountain, but couldn't find it.

There was a glimmer of light in the sky, Huang Zhenzhen was afraid of revealing his whereabouts, so he didn't dare to stay any longer, and was about to leave, but found that his white shoes were stained with blood, which was very bright.

Huang Zhenzhen squatted down and touched the muddy blood on the shoes. The blood was sticky, and it should have been stained not long ago.

How could there be blood on the mountain?
Moving the other foot away, I found another shoe, also stained with blood.

Looking at the ground again, the good ground is actually wet.

Huang Zhenzhen looked towards the golden sky.

It hasn't rained in the past few days, how can the ground be so wet?
Stretching out his hand to touch the soil, his fair hand was also stained with blood mixed with the soil.

Huang Zhenzhen suddenly realized.

The thin and wet soil was not caused by rain, but diluted by blood.

How much blood is needed to soak the whole land.

There is no trace of fighting here, and it is absolutely impossible for so much blood to appear.

There is only one possibility, the blood all seeped up from the ground.

She knew that it was absolutely impossible for the Eighth Prince to disappear here without any reason.

Huang Zhenzhen once again looked for the entrance of the mechanism nearby, and locked his sight on a huge rock.

The rock is light and convex, but in the lower right corner of the rock, there is a bright laurel tree.

Huang Zhenzhen pulled out Yuegui Village.

Under the boulder standing like a mountain, there was a sudden rumbling sound, and an entrance appeared thinly.

Huang Zhenzhen's eyes were fierce, and he glanced at the bottomless hole, without any hesitation, he jumped and jumped down.

With a gorgeous spin, Huang Zhenzhen landed on the ground steadily, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth.

She guessed right, this is not an unfathomable cave, but the entrance to the underground palace.

Relying on his own feeling, Huang Zhenzhen walked into the depths of the underground palace carefully.

Every time she took a step forward, she could feel the smell of blood getting stronger. In the end, even the walls on both sides were seeped with blood.

The unpleasant smell made her almost nauseous.

What the hell is this place?
Is it...

Is it the place where the Eighth Prince trained killers?

If it is true, there are too many people who died here.

The front became more spacious, and there were faint Chang Mingjie around. Huang Zhenzhen felt nauseous and almost vomited on the spot, goose bumps all over his body.

What a bloody picture that was.

Corpses are piled up like a mountain, and most of them are young children. They died in a terrible state. There are various scars all over their bodies. It is shocking. Bright red blood is slowly flowing out from their bodies, dyeing the whole area red land.

Huang Zhenzhen clasped his hands creakingly.

They are all young children, so the Eighth Prince is too cruel.

So many children are missing in Su, does the Emperor of Su not care about it?

Huang Zhenzhi feels sorry for the child, but there is nothing he can do.

Not to mention that she is not from this era, even if everyone is dead, she is powerless to recover, the most she can do is kill the Eighth Prince and destroy this place.

The Eighth Prince is just a puppet, and the key to avoid future troubles is the North Kingdom.

With a sympathetic glance, Huang Zhenzhen crossed the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and continued to walk.

Begging for mercy and reprimanding faintly came from his ears.

"Please, don't hit me, it hurts... ah... don't... please..."

"Bitch, you want to leave after entering here, just dream."

"I don't dare to do it anymore, please, don't hit me anymore... Woooo... It hurts... Help, help..."

The shrill voice became smaller and smaller until it became nothingness.

There was a sneer and the suppressed cries of a bunch of children.

"Whoever dares to escape again will be your fate. Practice hard for me. I will release ten tigers tomorrow. If you can't survive for an hour, you can wait to be the tiger's meal."

Huang Zhenzhen finally saw clearly through the small gap.

There were more than [-] children under the age of ten, and a few men in black.

The children stood in a row, trembling, each of them wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, so they could only suppress their crying.

Beside them, there were nearly ten children who had been tortured to death.

The men in black drove the children into an iron cage, forcing them to fall to the ground and walk with one hand on their stomachs. The cruel training, not to mention a group of children under ten years old, even adults cannot do it arrive.

Whenever someone falls down, they will be beaten and scolded at least, or stabbed with iron hooks.

(End of this chapter)