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Wu Yuxue originally wanted to ask him about it, but after thinking about it, she stopped herself. After all, it was their first time meeting, so he had no reason to expect the other party to be honest with him.

He took a few steps forward, then turned around. Guo Jiu Ru had long since disappeared, and the two large doors had closed as well.

His heart skipped a beat. Seeing how the three of them were sneaking around, what were they going to discuss?

Guo Jiu acted like he wanted to say something, but he hesitated. Why?

Thinking of this, his curiosity was piqued even further. He thought to himself, "Why don't I sneak back here and listen to what they have to say?"

However, this was not a glorious matter after all. Not a single one of the three, including the Old Master and the Eighth Lord, could leave this place alive if they were to reveal themselves and become friends as enemies.

He then thought again, as long as he'd been a bit more careful and stayed a bit further away, leaving a good path of retreat, he wouldn't have been defeated.

Thinking of this, he immediately felt bold and strong. He looked around and realized that it was the dead of the night, so why did he need to think so much?

After tidying up his clothes, he took a few steps forward and abruptly leaped up. "Phew —" He jumped on top of the wall and floated into the yard. He looked around but didn't see the slightest movement.

Although the house was not small, apart from the three people in the pavilion, there was only the deaf and mute servant.

Since the three of them were in the pavilion in the backyard, he could be at ease.

He first observed the room for a moment, but didn't see any movement. Knowing that the three old men were still in the pavilion at the back, he dashed out and tried one of the doors, but it was not locked, it was opened, it was entered, and the room was completely dark. He took a moment to see everything clearly.

In front of him was just a passageway, but it was very spacious. There were passages in front, back, left, and right. If necessary, he could cover his retreat calmly in any direction.

It led directly to a spacious living room. This was where the original owner would treat his guests. There was a passage to the left where the residence was located.

Wu Yuxue was extremely nervous, as if she was a thief. She truly regretted coming here. However, since she had come, it would be inconvenient for her to return halfway. However, she had to find out what was going on.

Just as he was muttering to himself, he heard the sound of someone hitting the floor. There was a flash of light, as if someone was coming.

Wu Yuxue was alarmed. She frantically covered her body behind a screen and covered herself. A figure appeared in the tunnel.

In the light and shadow, Wu Yuxue recognized the old servant who was deaf and dumb. Wearing a pair of tattered shoes and carrying a lamp, he was slowly walking over.

It turned out that he was just doing his daily routine of closing the window that wasn't closed, closing the door that wasn't locked, and adding a lock.

Under the flickering light, Wu Yuxue could see a distinct scar on his long face, which was covered with white hair and was very thin.

Needless to say, it was a knife scar. A part of his earlobe had been cut off. There was also an obvious wound on his throat. It seemed like the wound was caused by something deep inside his Adam's apple.

Needless to say, this person must have been someone from the martial arts world back then. After he became deaf and mute, he became a slave and did not bother about external affairs.

Wu Yuxue quietly sized up this person and watched him do all the trivial things before her. Her body that was about to leave suddenly retreated.

Thinking of something else, he put the lamp back in place and looked around. Then he walked towards a painting, moved the picture away, and stretched out his hand as if he was touching something. "Guden", and a hidden door immediately appeared on the wall.

Wu Yuxue, who was secretly watching, couldn't help but be moved.

The mute was already standing in front of the secret door. He took a few glances around as a matter of fact and then closed the door again.

The wall, it turned out, was entirely made of granite, and the chinks between the stones were so great that the shape of the hidden door was so irregular that it was impossible to see.

After the mute had observed the situation once more, he turned around and left. The sound of the door being locked could be heard, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Wu Yuxue knew what was going on in her heart. Naturally, this secret chamber had its own rules. Otherwise, why would it be like this?

With the living room door locked, he would be able to safely observe everything from the inside without any intrusion.

After finding the painting, he moved away. Realizing that there was a hidden handle behind it, he grabbed it and twisted it. "Gordon" made another sound and the hidden door before him opened.

Wu Yuxue composed herself and moved closer to the door. The incoming stench almost made Wu Yuxue puke, causing him to immediately hold his breath in panic.

As he looked around the house, he couldn't help but shiver and feel his hair stand on end.

As it turned out, there were no lights in the dark room. The dim light in the wall was the only thing that could be seen, which was naturally limited.

What he saw in the dark room was extremely eerie. He didn't know whether it was because he couldn't see clearly or because of some phantom.

What he saw were heads hanging in the air. Each of them had a ferocious expression. The stench coming from them was coming from this room.

"Aiya!" "What is this?" Wu Yuxue cried out.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but take a step back. When he looked again and saw that it was the same, his heart skipped a beat and he started to hesitate.

After all, this sudden discovery shocked the ambassador, causing Wu Yuxue to be extremely curious.

After calming down slightly, he started to walk inside.

The dark room was obviously airtight, to the point that there was no way to vent the nauseating stench in the room. It was as if there were many wooden shelves arranged in the darkness, and it was unknown what they were piled with.

Wu Yuxue was determined to see everything clearly. Since this secret chamber was completely sealed, there was no need to worry about the light leaking out. Since the door was locked, there was no need to worry about outsiders barging in.

As he was thinking, he took out the "Thousand Li Fire" from his side, and with a flick, it lit up.

In the bright light of the fire, he could see everything, but he was also shocked.

What he saw were numerous bloody heads in front of him. Men and women, young and old, all of different colors.

Some of them were already shriveled up, but some of them looked like they had just died. The ground was mottled with blood, and the blood had already turned dark after a long time.

When Wu Yuxue saw this, she felt waves of cold air invading her dantian. It was better to be somewhere else.

After a long while, he let out a long breath, turned around, and lit a lamp hanging between the walls with the fire piston in his hand. He extinguished the fire piston and continued to observe.

This dark room was extremely spacious. There were more than ten wooden shelves placed to the left and right of this room. On the shelves, there were several wooden boxes of similar red lacquer. Each box had a label on it, but no one knew what was inside.

Wu Yuxue tried to take a closer look at the wooden box in front of her. A thick layer of dust covered the surface of the box.

Almost completely covering the label of the box, he tried to wipe it with his hand. Only then could he make out the yellow label on it. On it was written in black ink: "Lu Kun Head of Xining Dao." The other line read: "Guilty and heartless."

Wu Yuxue hesitated for a moment and could not help but open the box's lid. A foul stench assaulted his nostrils, and he turned his face to look inside the box after the stench had subsided.

It was a skinny, shriveled man with a withered head. The man's face was yellow in color and his hair was white in color, indicating that he was quite old. However, he was gnashing his teeth and staring at the man with a pair of round eyes.

The whole head was placed on a red satin cushion. On the cushion, there was a label that said, "Year and day," which was used to compare with today. It had actually been there for fifteen years.

Fifteen years of time had allowed the head to remain intact. Needless to say, it had been pre-processed, but what was the use of keeping the head since it was dead?

He turned to the second box — a rectangular lacquer box.

Written on the label on the box was: "Dongchuan Army Headquarters, Zhang Tian Zuo, Dual Jeweled." Sin: "One attack on a seedling, countless deaths."

He opened the lid, revealing a pair of arms inside. There was a small wooden box placed in a corner. When it was opened, a pair of withered and shriveled eyes could be seen. Looking back, it must have been more than ten years ago.

There were at least dozens of boxes with human heads and broken arms and legs laid out like this. Dozens of wooden shelves were piled to the brim. Wu Yuxue took a quick peek and found that there were quite a few well-known people among them.

The most surprising thing was a human fetus, which was actually taken from a woman's body, along with the clothes.

Seeing this, Wu Yuxue could not help but sigh. Her heart was filled with indignation, unable to be put into words.

However, the crime of this meat contract was filled with resentment and chills.

The label read: "Killing my brother, sealing my sect, three assassinations of a thief. Capturing his beloved concubine and redeeming it with five hundred thousand gold, then taking the baby in his concubine's womb, raping his corpse in front of the thief official, thinking it was a deep punishment."

Wu Yuxue read through the letter and felt a lingering fear. The signature was written very clearly, it seemed that the local officials had overstepped their boundaries in killing each other, which resulted in a deep grudge between them. They had tried to assassinate the official three times, but after successfully assassinating him, they decided to vent their anger on his concubine, the pitiful concubine, who had already been born in her womb.

After reading the passage, Wu Yuxue felt her whole body turn cold and unable to calm down for a long time.

A question mark suddenly appeared.

"Who were these people killed?"

"Guo Jiu Ru, Hu Lie …" Could it be that they were supposed to be businessmen on the surface, but they actually turned out to be ruthless bandits that killed people like grass? "It's simply too scary."

Thus, Hu and Guo were connected to the kind-looking Lord Eighth Lord. If Guo and Hu were people who cultivated the ways of the world, secretly travelled to Chen Wang, engaged in a shady business of killing people and stealing their goods, then this Lord Eighth Lord might be the chief steward of their affairs and the leader of their operation in the dark. Even if he didn't do it himself, it was definitely related to this incident.

With that thought in mind, Wu Yuxue could not help but feel numb, and her mind was a mess, as if she had been stunned on the spot.

The lights in the dark room flickered as they looked upon the miserable scene in front of them. The heads hanging in the sky formed a ghostly shadow under the dim light. Under every head, of course, was a sad and tragic story.

It was true that among the dead, there was no lack of rich and heartless, greedy and evil people. However, such a sinister method of killing was not what the people of the Heroic Martial Arts wanted, and it was also related to the method of kidnapping and tearing votes. It was no different from the ruthless behavior of the bandits of the martial world, it was more difficult to 'take justice for the heavens' and 'forgive others'.

Although Wu Yuxue did not fully understand the situation, she did get a rough idea of the situation. He shuddered as he thought to himself, "That was close …" Fortunately, he had discovered it too early and had not yet fallen into the trap. Otherwise, once he was ensnared by that Eighth Old Master and fell into his trap, it would be extremely difficult for him to escape.

What they saw was both eerie and terrifying, and the smell of rotting corpses was in their noses, making them want to puke. A second longer in this place would drive them crazy.

Wu Yuxue did not intend to continue watching.

Just as he turned off the light and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a groan from his side.

The moan could not be any softer. The night was much quieter, and Wu Yuxue had an excellent hearing, so she could not hear it.

Even someone as daring as Wu Yuxue was scared to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat by the sudden moan.

At this point and time, it was not a matter of ghosts, so he assumed it was.

Wu Yu Xue felt a chill in her heart. She suddenly took a step back and stood against the wall, coincidentally meeting the head of a long-haired man face to face. The dead man's face was black and stupefied.

Wu Yuxue closed her eyes and calmed herself down. At that moment, she heard a second moan beside her.

Because of what she heard so clearly, Wu Yuxue no longer thought of it as an illusion.

"Could it be that there really is a ghost?" "Or is it a spirit of grievance causing him to die?" Startled, he suddenly opened his eyes. At the same time, he had already concentrated his power between his palms. As long as he felt anything was amiss, he would immediately strike first, striking out with his palm strike.

However, this preparation was obviously unnecessary.

There was nothing out of the ordinary in front of his eyes. There were ten heads hanging in the air, each of them looking like they had grown roots. There were no signs of movement at all.

In fact, these human heads had all been treated before they were hung. They could not rot for a long time, and a few of them were improperly disposed, so it was natural for them to stink from rotting.

However, in general, he was still able to maintain a general appearance.

Due to the long years of being there and not moving, some people had spiderwebs covering their heads. Even their hair would be as thick as copper coins. They were truly covered in dust.

The moan definitely did not come from within. It sounded more like it came from outside, or the ethereal sky.