C210

Chapter 210 - Dungeons

This shout gave Fatty a fright. He even stammered out his answer, "Ma, it's almost done!"

Perhaps Ling Xiao's words had made him nervous, and caused him to be unable to recover his senses.

"Did you hear that? It's all urging you to bring the soup out. Hurry up, it's up to you whether you want to leave or not. " With that, Ling Xiao turned and walked to the kitchen window. It looked like he was about to go out.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Seeing that he had no other choice, Fatty could only clench his teeth and agree.

Ling Xiao heard and laughed: "Then I will be waiting for your good news."

With that said, Ling Xiao leaped out of the kitchen into the sky, and after leaving the kitchen, he quietly went to the tents where the Soldiers slept.

The moment he entered the tent, countless snores could be heard. Looking at these Soldiers who were all dead asleep, Ling Xiao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Getting rid of you guys in your dreams was really too easy of you guys." Ling Xiao said indifferently.

The room was still filled with snoring sounds, and no one detected Ling Xiao's movements.

Ling Xiao looked around, and spotted a row of weapons shelves, and then casually walked to the front of the weapons rack and picked out a long sword.

After a few swings, there were some sounds of something tearing through the air, Ling Xiao was very satisfied with the sharpness of the sword.

"Let's start here." Ling Xiao looked at the arrangement of the rooms, and suddenly felt his entire being become heavy, as a sharp killing intent exploded out.

"Pfft!" 'Bang! 'a stream of blood splashed out.

The instant the fresh blood splattered into the air and erupted into countless droplets of blood droplets, Ling Xiao transformed into countless afterimages, swiftly sweeping across the room. Then, countless blood droplets exploded in midair.

Every single dead person's throat had been forcefully cut by Ling Xiao, so from the moment they were woken up by the pain to their deaths, they didn't have the time to make a single sound.

He cut open the throats of these people as easily as cutting through tofu, while seriously counting the heads of them, as if he was the Yama of hell trying to judge a person's life and death.

"There are one hundred people here. Adding on the seventy people outside, the remaining ten should be inside the dungeon." After judging the remaining people, Ling Xiao swaggered out of the tent.

Because according to Ling Xiao's calculations, those people who were eating should have already drunk the fatty's soup that was made from beans, and should have had an attack by now.

"Everyone, have you eaten well?" Ling Xiao laughed as he played with the sword in his hand, walking to the side of the group.

At this moment, it could be seen that these people were all pale-faced as they clutched their stomachs. Clearly, they had already fallen victim to the poison.

"Who are you!" Ling Xiao's words drew everyone's attention, upon seeing that a stranger had appeared in the tent, all of them became cautious, but no matter what, their stomachs were aching, and no one was able to stand up straight.

Ling Xiao snorted and said: "You all are not qualified to know my name, seeing as you have all eaten your fill, you should prepare to travel, if not you would not be able to hold on for a while, and drag me out, and that would be a waste."

At this moment, the fatty from the kitchen also walked out, wanting to see what had happened.

"Damn fatty!" Did you do it! I will kill you! " A man who looked like an officer frowned and raised his sword.

Seeing this, Fatty was so scared that his body went limp and he fell to the ground. He said with a sad face, "No, it's not like that …"

Seeing that, Ling Xiao could only shake his head, holding onto the long sword in his hand tightly, he made his move.

The seventy Soldiers who no longer had the power to fight, even if they were elites, they could only watch as the longsword slashed towards their throats or their comrades. They were powerless, but Ling Xiao was merciful, he did not let these people feel too much pain.

They made a clean and crisp move in exchange for their painless deaths.

The seventy people, to Ling Xiao, merely took a few breaths of time, but to the fatty, it was as if they were frozen at that moment. Looking at the fresh blood that was spewing out, splashing onto the table, and the clothes on them, the round and round heads of the people rolled down like ripe watermelons, producing a clear sound.

Too fast, this man was too terrifying. This was all Fatty could think of.

"Alright, from now on, you are free." After saying that, Ling Xiao turned around and walked towards the center of the camp, where the dungeon was located.

When the fatty heard this, he was stunned on the spot. He had yet to react because the bloody scene before him caused his heart to tremble.

After being a chef for so many years, Fatty had seen quite a bit of blood, and he had killed quite a few chickens, ducks, cows, sheep. However, facing such a bloody scene, he felt his stomach churn, and then he started vomiting.

It was fortunate that Ling Xiao was not here. Otherwise, he would definitely look down on the fatty with all his might.

Walking to the center of the camp, Ling Xiao looked at the wooden door in front of him, and without hesitation, he opened it.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door was opened, and the turbid air in the dungeon rushed out. It was disgusting. Other than the wooden door, there was no other ventilation in this dungeon.

As he slowly walked in, he could clearly hear any sound coming from the narrow space. Therefore, the guards in the dungeon reacted very quickly to Ling Xiao's footsteps.

In the gloomy dungeon, only a few candles were flickering with a faint light. One could barely make out the shadows of people moving about, but one could not see their true appearance.

"Who is it!?" Trespassing the dungeon! " Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer, someone shouted.

But Ling Xiao did not reply, and instead, steadily walked forward, as if he did not hear anything.

The inexplicable sound of footsteps made the guards in the dungeon tense up. They were well-trained elites, and it was their duty to obey orders. There would never be anyone who betrayed them, so the only explanation for their footsteps was this.

The enemy raided to the dungeon!

"With ten people squeezed together in such a small place, would they be able to get a foothold?" Ling Xiao said as he arrived in the depths of the dungeon and smelled the rotten air.

"Who are you!" the leader asked loudly.

However, the reply he got was a sharp sword. To be more precise, it was the answer to the sword of these ten people.

"Puchi!" A clear and melodious sound rang. Like cutting vegetables, a handful of leek was held together, and the sharp and clear sound of a knife falling could be heard.

Under the light of the candle flame, the ten black shadows suddenly separated. The ten round black shadows flew up and then fell heavily on the ground.

"Gulp." The ten balls continuously rolled.

Ling Xiao kept his sword and laughed: "It's better to stand together and cut. One word, great!"