After seeing this dilapidated temple, the two brothers paused for a moment. Zhou Ming glanced at the dilapidated temple, moved his nose, and said solemnly: You can faintly smell a strong smell of blood coming from the dilapidated temple. It seems that it must be here.

Wu Feng nodded, and did not answer at the moment. He glanced at the little ghost baby with red hair dancing in his arms, and walked towards the dilapidated temple. As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the temple, he saw a thick pool of blood on the gate of the dilapidated temple. When he shone it with a torch, he found that the blood had dried up for a long time, and there were traces of knife chopping on the thick wooden door.

Zhou Ming walked over and pushed the wooden door open. The temple door made a dull creaking sound, stimulating the eardrums of their fellow brothers. He couldn't help but feel numb. Wu Feng took the torch and walked into the dilapidated temple first. The first thing that caught his eye was a dilapidated scene, as if a huge tornado was hit by, the weeds on the ground were uprooted, and several big trees in the dilapidated temple also lost their leaves and spread on the ground.

The messy ground was covered with red blood, and one could be seen every four or five steps after the broken limbs and arms. Seeing this, Wu Feng and Zhou Ming couldn't help but frown slightly, imagining a miserable scene that happened here not long ago. How miserable it would be for those officials to die.

After walking two more steps forward, Wu Feng seemed to step on something under his feet. When he looked down, he saw a corpse without a head. The corpse was wearing a Taoist robe. Wu Feng looked familiar and was exactly the same as the Qingxu Demon Taoist. It seemed that the dead man should be one of the uncles Xiao Bao mentioned. He looked up and looked aside, but saw a bloody head not far away. Wu Feng walked over a few steps and took the torch and looked carefully. He found that the head was cut down with a knife. The incision at his neck was very neat. The head looked very young. The moment before his death, there was fear in his eyes, and he even couldn't believe that he would die.

Seeing that the head seal hall was black and there was a faint black air lingering, Wu Feng turned to Zhou Ming and said: Senior brother, this little Taoist priest must be the disciple of Qingxu Demon Dao, that is, the host controlled by our master with the blood clay fetus.

As he said that, he kicked the head with his feet. The man's skull rolled twice, revealing a side. Wu Feng pointed to the head and said: Senior Brother, he has one ear missing. This ear is bitten by Mrs. Zhang Tuanlian, it must be him.

Zhou Ming nodded and said in a deep voice: It seems that the Qingxu Demonic Taoist that our master used this little Taoist tossed with is not light. Look at the mess in this dilapidated temple. It must be the dozens of ghosts wrapped around the little Taoist priest. It must be a fierce battle. This little Taoist priest was also killed by their own people.
Chapter completed!