Blood under Laoshan

Lin Zhong walked inside step by step, suddenly stopped under a corpse, squatted down gently, and stroked the teenager's cheek. The teenager was shocked to death by internal force.

Lin Zhong muttered, "He was the teenager in the sword array that day. I hurt him."

Xiao Yue has never seen Lin Zhong with this lost soul, sad and desperate appearance. He is very worried, but unable to comfort him. In the face of such crazy killing and bloodshed, all the comfort is powerless. No matter how happy she is, she can't say a few witty words at this moment.

Lin Zhong got up and continued to walk forward. When he was about to get to the main hall, he suddenly stiffened on the spot. After a long time, he gently bent down and picked up a body with half-open eyes on the ground. It seemed that he was just an eighteen or 19-year-old teenager. Lin Zhong called out in pain: "Xiaoqi..."

Xiao Yuexin said, it seems that this young man in purple must be Lin Zhong's seventh brother.

Lin Zhong looked at the broken left palm of the teenager and the wound pierced by the long sword on his lower abdomen, his eyes were full of heartache, and the corners of his lips trembled: "Xiaoqi, my brother is here to save you. Wake up, you listen to your brother the most..."

Xiao Yue saw this situation, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, and tears fell down, but she just couldn't help crying.

The feeling of fear slowly dissipates, and all that is left is grief and indignation. These people who died were young and healthy girls, teenagers younger than her, middle-aged people, and women, but they died miserably...

They obviously didn't do anything, just stay at the top of Laoshan every day and live an undisputed life.

Why can't they be let go like this?

Who on earth went to Laoshan and killed so many Laoshan disciples?

Lin Zhong finally put down the body of his seventh brother and walked towards the Dewu Hall.

The Dewu Hall was in a mess, and there was splashing blood everywhere, which was enough to make people imagine the cruel fight that day.

On the wall in the center of the hall, someone wrote a few big words with blood, "Lin Zhong will not avenge my husband and wife with this, and I swear not to snow."

Lin Zhong slowly knelt down by looking at Hua Ruoxue's handwriting, and only felt that his chest was stuffy. He spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Xiao Yue hurried forward to see him: "Brother Lin, are you all right?"

Lin Zhong's mind was already in chaos, his eyes were cracked, and his hands were fiercely scratched on the floor of Dewutang, and the blue veins in his hand protrude.

After a long time, he muttered, "I'm sorry for the Laoshan faction, okay...very good... If Xue hates me, then I will accompany this life to the Laoshan faction."

Xiao Yue was shocked when she heard the words. If Lin Zhong couldn't think about it, she couldn't help it. Instead, she was extremely sober and said to Lin Zhong, "Brother Lin, this sea of blood must be revenged. There are few people who can go to Laoshan. Those who can kill so many Laoshan disciples must be a group of masters. It must be easy for you to track down the murderer.

Lin Zhong's mind was a little more sober: "Yes, who killed my brother and sister, I want him to pay for his life!"

"And Miss Hua and your fourth brother, along the way, we didn't see the body of Miss Hua. Looking at the meaning of this message, the two of them should have escaped this disaster and knew that Laoshan sent this time because of the Yin fan list. However, no one knows what's going on now and whether they are injured or not.

Lin Zhong nodded repeatedly: "Very good... Very good... I'm looking for Ruoxue. If I can't find it, I'll wait for Ruoxue to come to me... to find me... revenge."