C99

Even now, I haven't been able to figure out where I really am. I've even been in this cave for a few days and nights. The atmosphere here is very mysterious, depressing, and depressing. It makes me flustered.

There were still a lot of walking corpses in front of me. They all slowly moved forward, almost every few minutes.

There seemed to be a few other people standing at the bottom of the altar, and I could not see their faces clearly due to the flickering flame, but there was one person whose figure was especially familiar to me, it seemed to be the middle-aged man who had knocked the eldest senior brother down the cliff. I would never mistake this person, even if he turned into ashes.

The moment I saw him appear here, my heart ached for him, and after that, anger burned in my heart. I gritted my teeth in hatred. If it wasn't for the various iron chains on my hands and feet, I would have rushed forward and bit him to death with my teeth.

It is he who killed my eldest senior brother, and my hatred for him is absolutely irreconcilable.

There were a few people standing beside the middle-aged man who killed my eldest senior brother. He looked quite old, and there was also a man with a white beard wearing a wide black robe.

Actually, everyone in the hall was very strange, including the black clothed men and the zombie-like prisoners.

My eyes were staring coldly at the middle-aged man, filled with killing intent. The middle-aged man seemed to be talking to the people beside him, but they were too far away for me to hear a single word.

Perhaps because my gaze was too vicious, the middle-aged man who was staring at me felt uneasy. He suddenly raised his head and looked in my direction. His gaze was cold as he glanced in my direction.

I subconsciously withdrew my gaze and hid my figure within the crowd.

This kind of insight is very similar to a person's sixth sense. For example, if you walk on the street, and there's someone behind you all the time staring at you, then you will clearly feel that someone is looking at you at this moment, causing you to feel very uncomfortable. When you turn around, you will find that there really is someone looking at you from behind.

This was the so-called sixth sense. As a cultivator, the sixth sense would become even stronger, especially when it came to people with profound cultivation bases. Even if you looked at him with your eyes out of ill intentions, he would be able to detect it.

This middle-aged man killed my Senior Brother who had cultivated for more than twenty years. Thus, it can be seen that his cultivation is not ordinary, and it is even more so not something that a newbie like me can compare with. In front of such a strong enemy, I must avoid his attack and try to let myself die a little later.

Very quickly, the middle-aged man retracted his gaze and continued to speak in a low voice to the old man with the white beard.

I finally let out a sigh of relief and obediently stood at the back of the crowd as I slowly moved forward.

More than an hour had passed, I estimated that the number of people in front of me had decreased by half. I didn't know where they had gone to. At this moment, I was getting closer and closer to the terrifying altar.

At this moment, when I raised my head and looked again, I could already clearly see the scene on the altar. There was a person walking at the very front, and was pulled to the altar by two men in black. One of the men in black took out an iron pipe and inserted it into the man's arm.

When the blood flow slowed down, the man in black pulled the iron pipe out. The man who had bled out had collapsed on the ground and was being dragged to the back of the altar. No one knew where he had gone to.

Seeing this horrible and bloody scene, I didn't know what they were doing, but I was terrified to the extreme.

They were giving blood and injecting it into the blood pool. Were they conducting a sacrifice? Or were they cultivating some kind of evil art?

However, no matter what, this sort of method was still a bit too ruthless. It simply reached a level that could make one's hair stand on end.

The crowd was still moving slowly. One by one, they were brought to the pool of blood to let out the blood and then taken away.

These people were completely silent. Even though their blood vessels had been cut open, they didn't make a sound. They were so numb that they were like dead people …

Even though there were a lot of people ahead of me, there were always times when I would arrive. Very quickly, as the last person I was, I was revealed in front of everyone's eyes.

The two men in black beside me pulled me toward the altar and up the stairs.

When I stood at the top of the stairs and finally saw the scene in the rectangular pool, I couldn't help but be dumbstruck. That huge rectangular pool was filled with dark red blood and was still emitting heat. There was something in the pool that looked like boiling water.

When I saw the pool of blood, I felt dizzy and nauseous, as if I wanted to vomit.

How many people's blood was needed to fill such a huge pond? Just how crazy were these people?

Before I could react, the man in black beside me grabbed my chain-link hand and pulled it towards me. Then, he picked up the metal pipe with a sharp point and was about to insert it into my blood vessel.

I thought that my blood was about to flow out from the hole in the metal pipe and fall into the pool. I even closed my eyes.

At this time, an energetic voice sounded out, "Wait a moment!"

My hands were released by the man in black. I opened my eyes and looked towards the person who spoke, only to see that the person who spoke was an old man wearing a black robe, this person had a huge hawk nose, a full face of wrinkles, white beard, white hair, and a piercing gaze.

The hook-nosed old man stretched out a finger and pointed it at me. He asked indifferently, "This person was caught a few days ago?"

The middle-aged man who killed my eldest senior brother cupped his hands and said respectfully, "That's right, it's this kid. He came with another person and even killed more than a dozen of our disciples. This is considered a good move. He's been kept in the dungeon for the past few days, so he didn't kill him immediately."