Chapter 2234 The doctor shocked the world (19)
"Master Wuyue?"
Meng Weihan shouted three times in succession, and Wu Yue came back to his senses.
"Elder Meng."
"What is Mr. Wu Yue thinking?" Meng Weihan held Yan Hongni, who fainted from pain, with a gloomy expression.
Wu Yue's mind was filled with the last scene he saw.
The person who was suddenly immobilized turned into powder as the little girl opened and closed her fingers.
Along with the fine silver light, it rustled to the ground.
Those people didn't know why their cultivation suddenly increased, and it was difficult for them to deal with them.
Why did she kill people so easily?
"It's nothing." Wu Yue did not say what he saw just now: "Chu... is she okay?"
"No bones were hurt." Meng Weihan was nervous about Yan Hongni, and her face couldn't help but become gentle when he said it.
Wu Yue looked more and more strange.
"It's okay."
Meng Weihan: "What did Mr. Wu Yue think of what happened just now?"
Wu Yue: "I have only heard of Wuyin Town and have never actually been here. There are many rumors about this Wuyin Formation, so I am not very clear about the specific situation."
Wu Yue paused for a moment: "Five-tone maze is composed of music based on everyone's deepest fears or deepest desires. I think there are so many versions of the five-tone maze, probably because it is different every time."
Everyone's desires and fears are different, and the things they encounter are naturally different.
Therefore, there are many opinions circulating outside, and there is no agreed version.
Meng Weihan nodded, agreeing with what Wu Yue said.
Yan Hongni was injured, so Meng Weihan decided to rest where he was and make plans later.
Wu Yue had no objection.
Meng Weihan hugged Yan Hongni and sat down against a stone tablet.
The blood on Yan Hongni's sleeves stung Meng Weihan's eyes with blood.
He could see it clearly then.
If the woman hadn't kicked Ni'er suddenly, Ni'er wouldn't have been injured.
Meng Weihan's guilt for Chu Zheng had disappeared without a trace at this time.
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Chuzheng killed two people and ran away quickly. With so many people, she didn't want to deal with them one by one.
There are evil spirits leading the way, and Chu Zheng’s route is not crooked.
But the eerie background sounds in her ears seemed to be changing.
With the sound of drums, shouts, and fighting...
From blur to clarity.
Finally transformed completely.
That's a battlefield.
Chuzheng didn't feel anything about this. How much money did it have to do with her?
As soon as this thought crossed Chuzheng's mind, her hand suddenly became empty.
The stone tablet in front of him disappeared.
A large number of corpses appeared in front of her, including those from monsters and humans.
The broken flag was embedded in the blood-stained soil, and the weapon stood alone.
The sky was dark and low, filled with birds with unpleasant cries.
She stood among the corpses.
In the distance were humans and monsters fighting, and the sound came from there.
Chuzheng looked around, but didn't find himself Jingpo or the coffin.
Is this an illusion?
But what does this place have to do with her?
...Could it be Shen Yin's?
But according to the eight... news she heard, Shen Yin had never appeared on the battlefield.
Of course, maybe she didn't hear everything.
Or maybe Shen Yin had been to the battlefield before.
But this is not what she has experienced, how can it trap her?
Chuzheng tried her best to leave here, but no matter what she did, nothing happened.
In the end, Chuzheng could only try to move forward.
After walking about ten meters, she stopped without losing any strength.
In other words, this place is not restricted by the coffin... Then her original body should still be in the same place now.
Although I am sure of this, there is no way to get out.
Chuzheng decided to go forward and see what play Wuyin Mizhen had arranged for her.
Chuzheng arrived at the battlefield quickly.
Humans and monsters were fighting fiercely, and all they could see was blood and corpses.
Chuzheng was not sure whether she would be attacked, so she stopped moving forward and walked around the battlefield to observe.
Chu Zheng discovered a human-like command camp behind the battlefield.
She walked all the way and met a patrolman on the way, who could obviously see her.
When you see the faces of human beings, you will scold them when you open your mouth.
Chuzheng put the person down and avoided him more carefully.
"Master Jingpo!"
"Young Master Jingpo is not allowed!"
As soon as Chuzheng approached the camp, she heard exclamations.
In front of the camp, the boy in white was stopped.
The boy was younger than Chu Zheng had seen, only about thirteen or fourteen years old. His facial features were beautiful, but they were not open yet, and he looked a bit immature.
"Master Jingpo, those people are not dead yet, you can't do this!"
"I can't save them, they will die sooner or later." The young man's voice was also childish, but it had an almost cold-blooded ruthlessness.
He said: "I want to save more people."
At this time, Jingpo communicated normally and did not appear slow.
"Master Jingpo, what's the difference between this and murder!" The man who stopped the young man roared: "He is a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, not an executioner who kills people. They are not dead, they are still alive!"
The young man fell silent.
The man quickly made a gesture of invitation: "Master Jingpo, please come back first."
The young man didn't say anything and returned to the tent at the back.
Chuzheng watched as the tent was being guarded.
This isn't hers...it's Jingpo.
From the beginning, what she heard was the music that shocked the heart.
The scene suddenly changed, and the camp in the barren mountains turned into a palace with carved beams and painted edifices.
In the hall, the young man was kneeling on the ground.
The white clothes were stained with blood, the hair was messy, and the lips were pale.
Compared to just now, the boy seemed to be one year older, his body had grown thinner, he had grown a lot taller, but he was a little thinner.
"Is it wrong?"
Sitting high in the hall, a middle-aged man asked coldly.
The young man's voice was hoarse: "What's wrong with my disciple? I've saved so many people..."
"...Simply stubborn! Tie him to the Medical Heart Pavilion until he admits his mistake!"
The young man was dragged out of the hall, and Chuzheng followed him out.
At the highest point of the Medical Heart Pavilion, the young man's hands were tied with ropes and he was hanging in the air.
Chu Zheng boarded the Medical Heart Pavilion.
"Who!" the guard yelled.
Chuzheng raised her hand and waved, and the two of them fell down from the Medical Heart Pavilion at the same time.
The young man was already very weak and could barely open his eyes.
Chuzheng put him down, and the young man grasped her sleeve tightly: "I'm not wrong."
Chuzheng responded softly: "Yes, that's right."
The young man looked at her blankly, tears streaming down his face.
Everyone said he was wrong.
Master is like this, fellow disciples are like this, everyone in the world is like this...
Now suddenly someone says he is right.
She said he was right.
The boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the grievance in his heart could no longer be restrained.
Chuzheng stroked the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes with her fingertips: "Stop crying, I'll take him away."
The young man didn't know her, but he nodded without hesitation, hugged her tightly and refused to let go.
As if this was his life-saving straw.
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