Chapter 689

"And the spar?" The old Orc's question made Liao Li dumb. He turned his head and looked at Xi. "This..." Xi Huiyi immediately came forward and explained, "well, I didn't carry the kyanite with me. I put it in my sister's place and can get it at any time." After hearing this, Liao Li turned to the old man and said, "emperor, don't worry. I'm more eager than anyone to enter the Muxian God's house. I won't joke about it with you. No matter it's practicing kung fu or the herbal medicine you want, we'll get it." After hearing this, the emperor took a deep look at Xi, and then staggered his body to let them in. Stepping into the boundary within the stone gate, there is a dull smell in the air, some fishy smell, and some blood! Why is there blood gas? And chose a place so unknown. Associate these all, Xi's eyebrows tightly cluster together, behind can't help but gush up bursts of chill. It was so quiet that only a few people could breathe. Liao Li suddenly asked, "what's the situation of those cubs? We can't let them die. Otherwise, I can't explain to the city people." The emperor snorted coldly, "I can't die for a while, but there are some bad situations. It's all a bunch of pariah. Why are you afraid of them? " Liao Li: "although they are Dalits, if they organize riots, I will have a headache. Don't bleed those babies who are in bad condition. I'll ask the doctor to help them later. " From the brief conversation between Liao Li and the emperor, Xi seemed to understand something. A chill ran from his heel to his head, and his heart suddenly became cool. Before he could ask, the scene changed. They went through a stone gate, a little brighter around, at the same time, the smell of blood was more intense. Behind the stone gate is a not too wide passage. Both sides are hollowed out and separated from the passage by a wooden fence. There is a small gate on the fence for people to go in and out. Xi looked into the fence and found that there were more than ten cubs in it. Those cubs all shrink in a corner and look at them with wide eyes. A little fear and panic will flash in individual cubs' eyes. They were very thin, thinner than all the cubs Xi had ever seen, and their bones were particularly obvious. If you look carefully, there is a blood hole on the wrist of almost every cub. Some cubs have a piece of animal skin tied to their wrist. It's not hard to imagine that there must be a bloody wound under the skin. On both sides of the road are small rooms separated by this kind of wood, in which there are more or less a dozen cubs. Looking around, I don't know how many such rooms there are along the way. Xi's breath was short for a few minutes. He tried his best to restrain his impulse to kill them with one blow and went on. Along the way, after a rough count, there were almost 70 rooms, and there were about 10 to 20 cubs in each room. This adds up to thousands of cubs! I'm afraid they've locked up all the cubs in this city! Recalling the despairing and helpless eyes of those cubs, Xi's heart was in pain! The mermaid clan has no cubs, but so many cubs are treated like this! How unfair is the beast God! Xi's breath could not help shaking for a few minutes. Through another stone gate. The scene inside makes Ximu canthus split. It is a round stone platform, which is carved with very strange patterns. The stone platform is inclined, with the lowest position in the middle. There is a stone in the middle of the stone platform. The stone is surrounded by blood. Two cubs are fixed on both sides of the stone by a wooden frame. They stretched out an arm, drops of blood fell on the stone platform, blood along the cracks full of strange patterns gathered in the central stone of the stone platform. There are two stone platforms like this. There are four cubs being fixed up for bloodletting! They don't know how long they have been trapped here. Their skin is pale. There is a bleeding hole on their wrist. They don't cry or make noise. They just stare forward like puppets. See this scene, Xi really can't bear, a nameless anger from his heart, fierce combustion.