After a life-long private appointment with the former Domon Lord

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

    Mu Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and without the maid's reminder, she walked towards the direction where the sunset was most intense.

    It never occurred to her that this evening light had something to do with Gui Lan.

    Straits of floating blood gradually floated in the air, fishy and smelly, very smelly. No matter how many times he smelled it, Mu Wushuang still had a hard time getting used to the smell.

    Looking up, bright clouds and smoke envelop half of the cliff, which is the high place she just looked down from a bird's eye view.

    Guilan happened to be in the depression at the bottom of the cliff.

    Standing on that cliff, you can see most of the plains below the mountain, but you can't see the place on the other side of the stone wall under your feet.

    The people on the cliff naturally don't know that there are clouds of golden light on the cliff, and there are muddy red blood and charred corpses below the cliff.

    The mud in the depression was splattered with bright red blood, and a young man in a thick black cloak stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, his hands hanging by his sides were still dripping blood.

    Mu Wushuang's eyes first fell on Gui Lan, and then moved to the corpse on the ground little by little.

    It is conservatively estimated that thirty or forty people died in this area, not including those low-intelligence monsters who are not considered humans.

    The corpse was distorted, and the death conditions were all kinds of strange things. The head was severed, the heart was cut open, the heart was cut into the waist, and everything was there.

    Mu Wushuang thought to himself: Guilan is indeed a former Demon Lord, he is really proficient in killing people, and he is full of tricks.

    She didn't dislike the bloody scene at all, and looked at the corpses one by one.

    Mu Wushuang soon discovered that these corpses had something in common.

    Although blood and sharp objects soaked and torn their clothes indistinctly, it was vaguely recognizable that they were wearing the same clothes.

    As expected, he should be a disciple of a certain family of cultivators or a sect of cultivators.

    And these disciples must have a mission. Traveling is impossible, which normal student can travel to the inside of the devil world.

    The only explanation is that these people are here to perform tasks, and the content of the tasks should be related to the return.

    Mu Wushuang stepped on the bright red wet mud, squatted down, and touched the waist of a dead body.

    Looking at identity tokens, it is the most efficient method of locking identities.

    Disciples of aristocratic families who go out to perform tasks usually carry tokens with them.

    The heavy footsteps of "Du Du" sounded in the ear, Mu Wushuang heard it clearly, but the hand that reached out to touch the token was still steady.

    Amid the smell of blood, the girl's slender white fingers quickly pulled out a flat copper-yellow sign.

    The corners of the brand are rounded, the workmanship is exquisite, and there is a colorful tassel hanging from the bottom with a red string.

    It's just that the surname and the engraved place on the sign are blurred by blood.

    Mu Wushuang's eyes froze, and he felt a bad premonition in his heart.