"Third Young Master, what is this made of? It looks like a slaughterhouse!!"

Ling Luoyu shook his head slightly, "No matter what it is... what I can't figure out is why it's just in this yard?!"

The power that can tear beasts into pieces must not be underestimated.

But why didn’t this power spread to the streets?!

Feng Chenglin did not respond, but looked at Ling Luoyu's feet with a strange expression.

"Third Young Master..."

Ling Luoyu followed his gaze and couldn't help but look at his feet.

"What's wrong?!"

At her feet, a blood-red mass was broken into pieces.

Feng Chenglin slowly followed the thing at her feet upwards, and didn't stop until she saw the tree.

"Well!"

His throat rolled again, as if he was about to spit it out again.

Under Ling Luoyu's feet was a long, twisted intestine.

The intestines started from the tree and were thrown to Ling Luoyu's feet.

Ling Luo Yuhao flipped his wrist, and the soul blade shot out, picking at the intestine.

"Click!"

The intestines seemed to have been weathered for a long time, and instantly shattered into a pile of dregs.

"ah!"

Feng Chenglin screamed and quickly retreated, standing there with a ghostly look on his face.

"What's going on?!"

"Fat man, look there..."

Ling Luoyu pointed to a pile of debris ahead.

There, a head hung on a branch without a body.

The expression on his head was very horrifying, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and he had a look of horror on his face, as if his head had been screwed off in extreme panic.

And beside him, there were a lot of stumps and broken arms vaguely visible.

In terms of numbers, he is not alone.

Feng Chenglin swallowed dryly: "They... what's going on?!"

All the people seemed to have been torn apart by life, and not a single body was intact.

Ling Luoyu turned around, and wherever the soul blade passed, all objects were shattered into pieces.

"Third Young Master..."

"These things... seem to have been dried out instantly, and everything has become crumbs!"

On the surrounding walls, there was black, the burnt black that Huo Tan had said.

Feng Chenglin had an idea, and after trying it with his hands, his eyes were slightly different.

"This place...was burned??!"

"It seems..."

As soon as Ling Luoyu's voice fell, everything around them collapsed.

With the sound of "rumbling", everything was broken into pieces, and as the wind passed by, everything flew away.

"grass!"

Feng Chenglin hurriedly covered his mouth, turned aside, and watched the blood-red scum flying with the sound of wind.

"Fat man!"

Ling Luoyu covered his nose and turned upstairs. Feng Chenglin quickly followed.

The two entered the second floor, took refuge in a room, and then let out a sigh of relief.

"Third Young Master, what's going on downstairs? If there was a fire, then everything should be burned to ashes. How come it seems like it has been dried? Everything still remains the same?!

"

Ling Luoyu shook his head, his eyes wandering around the room.

"I don't know either...but the fire should have burned without any warning!"

"How do you know?!"

"Look!"

Feng Chenglin followed Ling Luoyu's gaze and realized that he was in a study room.

Everything in the study is neat and clean, completely inconsistent with the weird desolation outside.

Ling Luoyu's fingertips ran across the tables and chairs, and his eyes were slightly stern: "The tables and chairs are clean, there is little dust, the books are neat, and the room furnishings are not messy... It means that they were unexpectedly attacked by some kind of attack...

In panic, he either died or escaped..."
Chapter completed!