Chapter 841 Revenge, revenge!

The four of them walked forward in the dark for about an incense stick of time, and a heavy stone door appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

"This should be where the hostages are held." Mo Han's uncle's voice echoed in the darkness.

He stepped forward and pushed open the stone door, and a cold breath came to his face, mixed with bursts of wailing and crying.

Behind the stone door was a huge cell, where dozens of people were imprisoned. They were all ragged, pale and thin, with despair in their eyes. They had obviously been imprisoned for a long time and suffered torture.

"We are here to save you!" Mo Han whispered, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

When the people in the cell heard the voice, they all raised their heads, and the light of hope suddenly burst out from their originally dim eyes, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Great, someone finally came to save us!"

"We are saved! We don't have to die here!"

"Woo, woo, woo, I thought I was going to die here... I don't want to die..."

There was a noisy sound in the cell, with ecstatic cheers and cries of survivors. Various emotions intertwined together, forming a picture of mixed joy and sorrow.

"Everyone be quiet!" Luo Chen's voice was steady and powerful, "We don't have much time, we must leave here as soon as possible, otherwise, once we are discovered by the Blood Vampire Sect, we will all be buried here."

He stepped forward to unlock the cell, and the iron chain was like rotten wood in his hands, and was easily broken, releasing the hostages one by one.

"Thank you, thank you for saving us!"

"Great kindness, I will never forget it! You are our reborn parents!"

The hostages thanked the four people one after another, with tears of gratitude, and some even knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

"Let's not talk about this for now. We have to leave here quickly. We can't stay here for long." Qingshuang urged, with a hint of anxiety in her voice.

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the secret passage, getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer.

"Not good, they found us!" Luo Chen's face changed, and he secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

"Go! Get out of here!" Mo Han's uncle shouted hurriedly, his voice full of anxiety.

The four people took the hostages and fled along the secret passage, every step was on the edge of life and death.

Behind them, the sound of the black-robed man's pursuit was getting closer and closer, like a spell to urge death, which made people tremble with fear.

"You take them away first, I will stop them!" Mo Han's uncle suddenly stopped and turned to face the pursuers with a determined look.

"Uncle, you..." Mo Han stopped, his eyes full of reluctance and worry. He knew that his uncle was going to use his life to buy time for them.

"Go! Stop talking nonsense!" Mo Han's uncle shouted, his voice full of unquestionable majesty, "If you don't leave now, it will be too late! Remember, you must take them out safely!"

Mo Han clenched his teeth, tears rolled in his eyes, he knew that now was not the time to hesitate, he had to make a choice.

He looked at his uncle deeply, as if he wanted to engrave his figure in his heart forever, and then continued to run forward with the hostages.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang followed closely behind, they knew that now was not the time for love, they must take the hostages away from here as soon as possible.

Mo Han's uncle stayed alone in the secret passage, facing the black-robed people swarming in, he took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, like a lone wolf forced into a desperate situation.

"Come on, let you taste the power of this old man!" He roared, his voice like a bell, echoing in the secret passage, the weapon in his hand flashed with cold light, like the sickle of the god of death.

He brandished his weapon and started a fierce battle with the black-robed man. For a moment, there were flashes of swords and blood flying everywhere.

In the secret passage, there were flashes of swords and blood, shouts of killing, and the smell of blood filled the air, making people sick.

Although Mo Han's uncle was old, he was still agile. Every move and every style contained powerful power. He fought against many people alone, but he was not at all inferior. Instead, he became more and more courageous.

However, two fists could not beat four hands, and a hero could not stand up to a large number of people. As time went by, he gradually lost his strength, his movements began to become slow, and he had several shocking wounds on his body, and his clothes were stained with blood.

"Old man, I wonder how long you can hold on!" A black-robed man grinned, and the long knife in his hand flashed with a bloodthirsty light.

"Bah! Even if I die, I will drag a few people down with me!" Mo Han's uncle spit out a mouthful of blood foam, his eyes fierce, like a wounded beast, attacking the enemy more frantically.

He tried his best to kill a black-robed man, but he was also seriously injured. He knelt on one knee, gasping for breath, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha, old man, you can't do it!"

"Kill him! Revenge for the brothers!"

Several black-robed men surrounded him with a grin, and the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, like the sickle of the god of death, about to reap his life.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared and blocked Mo Han's uncle, like a god descending from heaven.

"Uncle, I'll help you!"

It was Mo Han! He went and came back, his eyes were firm, holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword body flashed with cold light.

"You... why are you back?" Mo Han's uncle was shocked and angry, his eyes full of disbelief, "Go away! You are not their opponent! You come back just to die!"

"Let's go together! I can't leave you alone!" Mo Han held the sword tightly, his tone was resolute, and he had no intention of retreating.

"Alas, you kid... you are so confused..." Mo Han's uncle sighed, his eyes were both relieved and helpless, and more moved.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish!"

The black-robed man roared and attacked again. The weapon in his hand came at Mo Han and his uncle with a whistling sound.

Mo Han and his uncle fought side by side, back to back, and fought a desperate battle with the black-robed man. The sword flashed and blood flew.

At the same time, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang had come to the exit of the secret passage with the hostages and were about to see the light again.

"Let's go out first and find a safe place to put them, and then come back to pick up Mo Han and his uncle." Luo Chen said with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Okay, be careful." Qing Shuang nodded, his eyes full of worry.

Luo Chen led the hostages out of the secret passage and came to the cliff outside, breathing the fresh air, as if he was reborn.

He looked back and saw the fierce fighting sounds, the sound of swords clashing, screams, and roars in the secret passage, intertwined together, making people terrified.

"I hope they can be safe." Luo Chen prayed secretly in his heart, clenched his hands into fists, and his knuckles turned white.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the secret passage, deafening, and the whole cliff shook violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

"No, the secret passage is going to collapse!" Qingshuang exclaimed, his face pale, and his eyes full of fear.

Before he finished speaking, the entrance of the secret passage began to collapse, rubble rolled down, dust flew, and covered the sky.

"Mo Han! Uncle!" Luo Chen shouted heartbreakingly, his voice echoing in the valley, full of grief and despair.

However, there was no response from the secret passage, only the sound of rubble rolling down, and endless silence.

Luo Chen stood there blankly, his eyes were lifeless, as if he had lost his soul, his eyes were full of grief and despair, he couldn't believe that Mo Han and his uncle were just like this...

Qing Shuang was also stunned, she covered her mouth, tears welled up in her eyes, she couldn't believe that Mo Han and his uncle were just like this... buried in this collapsed secret passage.

The hostages also stopped crying, they looked at the collapsed secret passage, their eyes were full of sadness and respect.

"They... they were trying to save us..." a young man choked and said, his voice trembling, crying.

"We will always remember their kindness, they are our heroes." An old man said, his voice trembling, tears streaming down his face.

"We can't let them die in vain, we have to avenge them!" Luo Chen suddenly said, the flames in his eyes rekindled, that is the flame of hatred, the flame of revenge.

"Revenge..."

Qing Shuang murmured to herself, crystal tears silently slid down, dripping on the back of her hand holding the staff tightly, stirring up bursts of coldness.

She raised her head suddenly, her eyes, which were originally as clear as lake water, were now burning with rage, as if to burn all the sins to ashes.

"Yes! We must avenge them!"

Qingshuang gritted her teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from her teeth, with deep hatred.

"Blood Demon Sect, I, Qingshuang, swear here that I will make you pay with blood and turn your bones into ashes!"

She slammed the staff in her hand to the ground, and the hard rock ground cracked instantly, showing her inner anger.

Other hostages were also infected by this emotion, their eyes were red, their fists were clenched, their nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and they were bleeding but didn't feel it.

"Yes, revenge! Revenge for the heroes!"

"Blood Demon Sect, we are irreconcilable with you!"

"Kill them all, not one is left alive!"

The angry shouts came one after another, like rolling thunder, echoing in the valley, shocking people.

Facing the angry crowd, Luo Chen tried to keep himself calm by suppressing the grief in his heart. He took a deep breath, as if to suppress all the grief in the deepest part of his heart.

"Everyone calm down first!"

Although Luo Chen's voice was not loud, it was full of unquestionable majesty, which gradually quieted the noisy crowd.

He looked around, his eyes swept across the sad and angry faces, those eyes were full of hatred for the Blood Ghost Sect, and also full of trust and expectation for him.

Luo Chen felt that the burden on his shoulders was extremely heavy, but he knew that he could not fall down. He must lead everyone out of grief and seek justice for the dead heroes.

"The dead are gone, and the living are like this."

Luo Chen's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, hitting everyone's heart heavily.

"We who are still alive must inherit the will of Mo Han and Uncle and complete their unfinished business."

"Only by completely destroying the Blood Demon Sect can we comfort their souls in heaven and restore peace to this land!"

Luo Chen's eyes gradually became firm, as if a flame was burning in his heart, illuminating the way forward.

After listening to Luo Chen's words, everyone nodded silently, their eyes full of firmness and determination.

Yes, crying and sadness are useless. Only by turning grief into strength can we avenge the dead heroes.

Luo Chen took the hostages and walked hard towards the alliance along the rugged and winding mountain road.

Along the way, everyone was silent, only the heavy footsteps and occasional sobs echoed in the silent valley, which seemed particularly desolate.

Qingshuang walked silently beside Luo Chen, looking at his tense profile. The face that always had a gentle smile was now as cold as a sculpture, and there was an indissoluble haze between his eyebrows.

Qingshuang knew that Luo Chen was more sad than anyone else at the moment.

After all, Mo Han was not only his comrade-in-arms, but also his brother-like partner.

And Mo Han's uncle was also a respectable elder.

Now that they both died, Luo Chen's pain can be imagined.

But he resisted the sadness, buried all the pain in his heart, and silently led everyone to move forward. This kind of tenacity and responsibility made Qingshuang both distressed and admired.

"Luo Chen..."

Qingshuang called softly, with a hint of sob in her voice.

Luo Chen turned his head and looked at Qingshuang, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his deep eyes.

He forced a smile and said hoarsely, "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Mo Han and uncle, they are both real heroes, their sacrifice will not be in vain."

Qing Shuang's voice was trembling, she bit her lips tightly, trying not to let tears flow down.

"We will definitely avenge them, definitely!"

Luo Chen nodded, without saying anything, just stretched out his hand and gently held Qing Shuang's hand.

That hand, cold and trembling, conveyed a warm power, which made Luo Chen feel a little comforted.

After several days and nights of long journey, sleeping in the open, Luo Chen and his party finally returned to the alliance headquarters.

In the meeting hall of the alliance headquarters, the atmosphere was solemn and suffocating, as if even the air had solidified.

The senior leaders of the alliance sat around a huge round stone table, everyone's face was full of heaviness and grief, and their eyes were full of worry and uneasiness.

Luo Chen stood in the center of the hall and told everyone exactly what happened to them in the Blood Ghost Sect's base and how Mo Han and his uncle sacrificed.

His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to carry a thousand-pound weight, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard, making people feel pain.

During the narration, Luo Chen choked several times and could hardly continue.

Whenever this happened, he would clench his fists tightly, his nails deeply embedded in the flesh, using the pain to keep himself awake.

Qingshuang stood beside Luo Chen, lowering her head, tears had already blurred her vision, drops of crystal tears silently slid down, dripping onto the ground, soaking a lot of soil.