When Fan Shansheng reacted, the guard Xiaocheng who had just shouted the invasion warning had fallen to the ground.
He saw Ling Yao shake the hand that had just hit the other person's neck, as if he had just done a small thing as a matter of course.
"You are indeed here, you brat."
When Fan Shansheng heard this, he noticed that the figure who burst out of the door was exactly the Ling Linhan they were looking for when they came in!
He should have noticed this when Xiao Cheng shouted "intruder".
But the figure in front of him, with a stooped posture, covered in blood, and a fierce look on his face, really made him unable to associate it with that young man.
Ling Linhan's drooping right hand seemed to have lost its intuition, and it swayed as he suddenly braked.
But his left hand was behind his back, as if he was holding on to something.
Fan Shansheng looked around, but did not see Yunying's figure. He suddenly felt bad and couldn't help but ask:
"Where's Ah Ying? Isn't Ah Ying with you?!"
After hearing Fan Shansheng's words, the light in Ling Linhan's eyes seemed to clear up. He raised his head and opened his mouth to say something.
But when he made a sound, he could only hear the hoarse vibrations in his throat. Not a single syllable could form a character that humans could understand.
——It's hard to tell whether he is a crazy person or a ferocious beast that still retains his sanity.
Ling Yao's brows finally frowned.
The bottles and jars he saw in the outside area just now made him feel disgusted enough.
Those bottles, which are like "arts of art", transform the explicit cruelty into some kind of "aesthetics", distorting the bloody and violent truth, and are listed on the shelf for people to watch as if nothing happened.
The "producers" of these "works" are the so-called priests in the Temple of the God King who "communicate with the gods", "have their hearts in the river", are "holy and noble", and are "revered by thousands of people"...
This truth is even more disgusting.
But when he was performing missions at the Sword Sect, he had also met some demon cultists who practiced evil arts and lacked humanity, and had seen these people's inhumane behavior.
So although I am disgusted and angry about those things, I can still control my emotions and not show them.
But now, smelling the smell of this place, listening to the complaints made by the servants, and seeing Ling Linhan's current performance, Ling Yao already had a premonition in his heart.
If he goes deeper, the scene he sees may not be within the range he can bear.
(There may be some scenes that may make some readers feel uncomfortable, please be mentally prepared or skip directly)
"Do you want to leave, or do you want to save people?"
Ling Yao asked him.
"Ah...ah...save him...save him..."
This time, Ling Linhan finally made a voice that people could understand.
He slowly stretched his left hand forward, as if he wanted to pull the "thing" he was dragging in front of Ling Yao:
"Only...only him..."
Only then did Ling Yao see that what Ling Linhan was holding was a human hand.
But the end of the arm covered with blood was not connected to both sides of the "thing" behind him. Instead, it stretched out from the center of "his" torso, as if it had burst out of the abdomen.
And where "his" legs were, there was something like a snake's tail wrapped in scales growing at the moment - this was the reason why Ling Linhan was able to drag "him" all the way over.
"Hey! The Temple of the God King... This is the Temple of the God King! Who the hell is a human being who can do such a thing!"
Ling Yao finally couldn't hold it back and cursed through gritted teeth.
It turns out that the "grafting experiment" is actually such a thing! They regard people as "experimental subjects" and conduct such experiments!
Ling Linhan was dragging only one of them, and just thinking about how big this area was and how many similar "modified bodies" were hidden in it was terrifying.
He had also witnessed some bloody and violent scenes when he was annihilating the evil sect of the demon sect that practiced using human blood. But I have never seen anything like this...
"He is the only one who still looks like a 'human' and still remembers that he is a human being..."
Ling Yao suddenly remembered the night when he first entered the Temple of the God King and was invited by Lang Yue to have a toast.
Lang Yue proudly introduced the priests in his camp to himself. The priests present also had smiles on their faces and raised their wine glasses to congratulate him.
To him, it was just an entertainment that required a performance. Even what the priest he had had a cup with looked like and what he said to him were already a little blurry in his memory.
However, at this moment, Shan Hongfeng's flattering face suddenly appeared so clearly in his mind, and what he said that night seemed to echo in his ears:
——"If Lord Yao has any 'hobbies', you can come to me. My strength is average, but I have a wide range of ways. No matter what kind of strange thing it is, I can find it for you, and I will definitely keep it a secret for you."
He originally thought that Shan Hongfeng just wanted to use women to win over him, so he didn't take it to heart.
In the end, this is Shan Hongfeng’s “curiousness” and “hobby”? He actually invited himself?
Ling Yao suddenly felt sour water in his stomach.
He couldn't help but lift the Shadow Sword and swung it hard against the wall beside him. There was a flash of lightning, then a bang was heard, and a huge hole was suddenly blown open in the wall.
It seemed that venting like this could suppress his desire to vomit.
But Fan Shansheng didn't bother to think about why Ling Yao suddenly used Jing Lei, which only people from Changling Sword Sect could use. In other words, he didn't notice this at all. The horrific and bloody scene now made him even more anxious about Yunying's safety.
"Where is Yunying!? Where is Yunying!"
He didn't even bother to pretend that he didn't know anything in front of Ling Yao. He grabbed Ling Linhan's shoulders and shook him violently, hoping to hear an answer.
"he's not here."
Ling Linhan answered intermittently,
"I just left the arena. I don't know where he is."
Ling Yao lowered his head and suddenly took out a small jade tablet from the mustard bag and crushed it into pieces with a sudden force:
"Tch... I didn't want to find anyone to save the situation. But now, ha...
"I can't bear it anymore! Let's kill this scumbag first!"
Then he stepped forward, pulled Fan Shansheng and Ling Linhan apart, and said to Fan Shansheng:
"Now that I'm lost, you still want to take responsibility for us?! Don't think that I don't know that you and that kid lured us here on purpose!"
"But it's fine now. Your wish has come true! I can't stand it anymore!"
A powerful spiritual power suddenly gathered on the Chengying Sword in his hand.
The sword suddenly flashed with dazzling white electricity and made a crackling sound.
"You...how could you..."
Fan Shansheng, who was pushed away by Ling Yao, stared blankly at the lightning on the Chengying Sword and pointed at Ling Yao in disbelief.
Ling Yao was unmoved. He turned his wrist and pointed his sword towards the sky!
boom--!
Suddenly there was a huge collapse sound on the dome.
"Either you go find your child or get out of here!
"Now, I'm going to take my kids to kill people and set them on fire!"
