"Who's there!?, cowering!" Mo Chen shouted angrily, his body moved, and he strode to the door of the side house.

The courtyard was empty and deserted, and there was not a single leaf left on a few dead trees, but it was still rustling.

A stream of cool air continues to pour here.

Mo Chen glanced at it with a cold face, but found no problems.

"Pretending to be a ghost. ”

Mo Chen was sure that he saw the white corners of his clothes.

Such a conspicuous color was absolutely impossible to recognize with his gaze.

Obviously, there are people here, and their strength is not low, otherwise they would not be able to escape Mo Chen's divine sense.

"Smack".

Suddenly, at the end of the corridor, in a dark corner, a figure flashed away, followed by the faint sound of hurried footsteps, and quickly disappeared.

Mo Chen couldn't help but say, his palms carried the vast double element, his body was like electricity, and he suddenly rushed into the middle of the corridor, and looked into the distance to the right, just in time to see the previous white clothes corner appeared at the corner again, and then disappeared immediately.

He was about to catch up, but suddenly he felt that something was wrong with the scene, and when he looked around, he found that the strange feeling was on the ground under his feet.

The entire hallway was covered in a thick layer of dust, and not a single footprint was left.

"There are no footprints...... Isn't it that the overall cultivation of the Lin family is not high, and they often only have the Spiritual Light Realm? And who would fly around in his own home...... "Even if he is himself, he will not always fly in the air at home."

"Could it be a foreign monk...... Mo Chen's brows furrowed even tighter, he obviously heard footsteps just now, and he also saw the corner of his clothes, but at this time, he didn't sense anything, and at the corner of the corridor, there was nothing under the sweep of his divine sense.

There is no man, no thing, no living thing.

There was no life, no sound, there was obviously something wrong with this Purple Forest Villa, but there were no investigating monks around, and no one came to hand out some dead money, which was a little weird.

He stood in front of the hallway, thought about it, and walked deeper with his legs up.

Just in case, he also chose to levitate in the hallway, without any dust.

In the end, this corridor was not long, only a dozen zhang away, and Mo Chen took a few steps to come to a gate.

This gate is very strange.

Its style is incompatible with the rest of the buildings of Purple Forest Villa, the whole is black and gray, it is cast from unknown fine iron, and two hideous faces are carved in the place of the door knocker, and the door knocker is on the tongue of the human face, which looks a little disgusting.

It was obvious that the figure in white was trying to lure himself to the place behind this gate.

"What is the secret of this Purple Forest Villa?" Mo Chen muttered in a low voice, he reached out and stroked the iron door, it was still full of dust, and it seemed that it had not been inhabited for a long time.

"Bang!"

Mo Chen was not in the mood to play games with the figure, so he directly picked up the double yuan, kicked the entire iron door and flipped it over, revealing the scene behind.

Blood.

Blood all over the ground.

A large amount of stump flesh was piled up on the ground, forming mountains of flesh and blood, exuding a disgusting stench. And in the middle of the entire courtyard, dense swarms of red-headed flies flew around, making a disgusting buzzing sound.

Mo Chen couldn't be more clear now.

Why is there no one in Purple Forest Villa, there is no bloodstain.

It turned out that all the people of Purple Forest Villa died here, and then they were broken down into several pieces.

The murderer's methods were cruel, and Mo Chen, who was accustomed to seeing bloody scenes, was also a little sick to his stomach for a while.

With a wave of his hands, the twin elements unfolded directly into a circular foam, exuding a fragrance and completely enveloping himself.

Instead of looking around at these tragic events, Mo Chen's attention was all in front of the river of stump blood, where an attic stood quietly on the edge.

The attic has only one floor, which is more than three feet high, but the whole body is covered with red moss, and the layers are spread out together to look like the skin of a patient, making the whole attic look like it is alive.

Ink Dust walked slowly up the steps, where the door was closed, and the knocker was still on the tongue of the human head, indistinguishable from the previous iron door.

"Click. ”

Mo Chen pushed his palm flat, directly smashed the door lock, and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The aftermath of the palm wind did not stop, and the door slowly opened inward silently, and a cold breath poured out from inside.

"What pickled things!!" Mo Chen couldn't help but scold.

What caught his eye was a large amount of scarlet mist, which made the entire attic smell of fresh blood emanate from the interior.

And in the deepest part of the scarlet mist, an oval arch made of a large amount of blood ** was erected.

The strangeness of the arch is beyond Mo Chen's imagination, just in the place where it was the arch door frame, it has been sewn with broken arms, and the arms are constantly opening and closing, like the tentacles of sea anemones being blown by the ocean current.

Mo Chen endured the churning sensation in his stomach and slowly walked into the attic, stepping on the mossy ground in the attic.

"Hiss......"

A puff of black smoke rose from the air.

It was the dirt on the soles of his feet that was scorched by the heat, and the smoke wafted out.

"It's a high temperature. Mo Chen's expression froze, and he immediately transported the double element to the soles of his feet, forming a barrier covering the cloth shoes to block the burning of the high temperature.

A little under his feet, he floated lightly to the edge of the Flesh Arch.

"...... this?"

When he got closer, Mo Chen found that the edge of the flesh arch was reflected in countless painful human faces, thousands of human faces, all facing him.

That's not all, the entire Flesh Arch was filled with pitch-black water, and at this time, these currents were slowly and silently turning, revealing an extremely deep pitch-black vortex hole in the very center.

Ink Dust narrowed his eyes, trying to see better.

He shifted his position, as close as possible to the entrance of the whirlpool.

Phew!

Suddenly, a gaze caught his attention.

It was like a pale and bloodshot hideous eyeball, which seemed to be staring at him.

Ink Dust followed his gaze and found that his gaze came from the countless faces at the edge of the arch.

"Are you ......?" he quickly discovered the source of his sight, "You are the third son of the Lin family!?"

A very familiar face, before setting off from Weiyang Villa, the beautiful woman drew the face of the third son of the Lin family on rice paper and handed it to Mo Chen, so he recognized his identity immediately after seeing this painful face.

Mo Chen could feel that the eyes of the third son of the Lin family were full of pain, panic, despair, and chaos.

"It hurts...... a voice that doesn't know what language it is, but it can make him understand weirdly, replied through the cracks.

"What's going on here?" asked Mochen.

"Painful ......" The voice of the third son of the Lin family was completely hoarse.

"Is there any way I can get you out? I can help you. Mochen said in a low voice, trying to communicate with the other party.

"It hurts......"