The palace under the fire clouds, the door open.

    There are traces of people entering here, leaving messy footprints on the dusty ground.

    "Someone entered the palace one step ahead of us!" Jun Wuxie looked dignified and said to Yan Qingcheng, "now, what''s going on inside is unknown. You can''t make any more noise!"

    Yan Qingcheng couldn''t help grinding his teeth when he heard the speech.

    I really want to hit this little bastard.

    What do you think of her?

    Is it the kind of little girl who doesn''t know how to measure, regardless of occasion and weight?

    The main purpose of her visit to Nanshan secret place has not been achieved.

    What she is looking for is most likely in this palace.

    The whole secret world, this may be the core place!

    "You don''t speak, no one treats you as a mute!"

    Yan Qingcheng gave him a cold stare.

    Jun Wu didn''t care. He went deep down the bluestone corridor and saw many corpses along the way.

    "These bones seem to belong to the same force..."

    Jun Wuxie looked at the bones on the corridor. Some fell in the middle of the corridor, some leaned on both sides of the corridor, and some were nailed to the walls of the corridor by rotten war guns.

    They all have a common characteristic.

    Each skeleton held a scythe tightly in their hands.

    Even after a long time of death, the bones have been rotten, but the fingerbones still hold the weapon sickle tightly.

    There is a broken bottle beside these corpses.

    The bottle is dark black and broken into pieces. On the pieces, you can see some black runes.

    "Yan Qingcheng, do you feel a trace of tragic gas on these bottle fragments?"

    You frowned without evil, and there was a sense of horror in your heart.

    The fragments of these bottles seem to be something very terrible.

    "What''s the matter with you?"

    He saw Yan Qingcheng''s face was a little ugly. He looked at these corpses and broken bottles with a very dignified look. There seemed to be deep fear in his purple eyes.

    Yan Qingcheng didn''t respond. His eyes stared at these corpses and broken bottles.

    Jun Wuxie was deeply puzzled.

    Have you never seen such a person as Yan Qingcheng?

    How can you be so rude now?

    He picked up a piece of bottle fragment, handed it to Yan Qingcheng and said, "do you recognize this thing? What is it?"

    Yan Qingcheng seemed to have just recovered his mind. He took his eyes back from the corpse and saw the broken bottle that Jun Wuxie handed to him. His face suddenly changed, almost like a conditioned reflex. He waved his hand and shook the fragments in his hand away.

    She stepped back several steps, her face was pale, and her whole delicate body was shaking.

    Jun Wuye was surprised and saw a layer of goose bumps on her skin, and her purple eyes were full of panic.

    She retreated to the corner, squatted down, held her chest in her hands, and the whole person was shaking.

    "Yan Qingcheng?"

    Jun Wuye didn''t expect her to react like this.

    What on earth is this thing that can make characters like Yan Qingcheng fear so much?

    "Don''t be afraid, they have already become corpses, and those bottles are broken. There will be no threat!"

    Jun Wuxie came forward, grabbed her shoulders and comforted her.

    Yan Qingcheng, like a frightened bird looking for a shelter, drilled his body into his arms.

    Her body trembled badly.

    "It''s okay, it''s okay..."

    Jun Wuxie patted her on the back, calm on the surface, but the impact on his heart was unusually strong.

    He realized that there must be something terrible involved in the origin of these corpses and those broken bottles.

    The horror of this kind of thing may be beyond imagination!

    Otherwise, how can people like Yan Qingcheng fear to the extent that they almost collapse?

    Yan Qingcheng held him so tightly that he could hardly breathe.

    But he did not struggle, but quietly gave her the warmth and the sense of security she longed for.

    Her body was shaking all the time.

    It was not until half an hour passed that she gradually calmed down.

    "You..."

    When Yan Qingcheng calmed down, he found himself hiding in Jun Wuxie''s arms and hugged him tightly with both arms.

    For a time, I was very ashamed and angry, and resented that I was so impolite.

    With a sudden push, she left Jun Wuxie''s arms.

    Jun Wuxie was caught off guard and sat on the ground. He looked at her speechless and said, "how can you do something to cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

    "Little bastard! If you get a bargain, you can sell it!"

    Her teeth itched with hate.

    Jun Wuxie didn''t care, and said, "tell me, what''s going on?"

    "It''s related to an experience in my childhood. The past can''t be recalled. I don''t want to mention it again..." she shook her head and turned pale. Then she said, "I can only tell you that these corpses come from a very terrorist organization. They call themselves Soul Hunters. The weapon is called soul hunting sickle, and the broken bottle is called soul hunting bottle!"

    "Soul Hunters, an organization?"

    Jun Wuxie was shocked and felt a little incredible.

    Yan Qingcheng is the one who dares to let the quasi dominant Xiao clan explain to him.

    It is conceivable that the forces behind her are likely to dominate the level!

    Master level, as the name suggests, is one of the overlords in the world.

    Such existence is so afraid of the organization behind the soul hunter.

    "Can''t the forces behind you deal with the soul hunter?"

    "No!" Yan Qingcheng said definitely, "the organization behind the Soul Hunters is very mysterious. No one knows where their headquarters is. Only Soul Hunters walk in the world. We have studied them. Since ancient times, they have been in the long river of history. They exist for hunting ancient blood and hunting their souls..."

    Jun Wuxie''s eyes were cold: "an organization specially hunting ancient blood? What do they want to do?"

    "No one knows their real purpose of hunting ancient blood. According to the limited records in ancient books, they have been hunting ancient blood for several centuries. I unfortunately met them twenty years ago..."

    "The soul hunter is very strong?" Jun Wuxie looked at the bones in the corridor. Some of these bones were nailed to the wall, some fell to the ground, or leaned against the wall. There were holes in some parts of the bones, as if they had been pierced by a war gun.

    "It''s stronger than you think, and there are a large number of people." Yan Qingcheng said: "according to the information we know, there are six levels of Soul Hunters: low level, primary level, intermediate level, high level, super level. Each level of Soul Hunters corresponds to different realm and different talent growth intensity. The higher the level, the higher the realm and talent."

    "What I met was only the lowest level Soul Hunters. Even those lowest level Soul Hunters were gifted with wizards!"

    She looked at the bones here and said, "I think these Soul Hunters should be disciples chasing the master of the secret place or someone who came here and was killed by the master of the secret place. Otherwise, if the target is the master of the secret place, the comers must be super Soul Hunters, who can hunt and kill the unparalleled strong in the holy place!"

    "Soul Hunter..."

    Jun Wuye has a deep sense of crisis.

    This kind of organization exists for hunting ancient blood.

    So, have you been watched by them?

    Even if it is not targeted at present, it will be targeted in the future!

    He will be the target of Soul Hunters!