Princess Against the World

"Third Young Master, what did this do? It looks like a slaughterhouse!!"

Ling Luoyu shook her head slightly, "No matter what it is... What I don't understand is why it's only in this yard?!"

The power that can tear beasts into pieces cannot be underestimated.

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

Feng Chenglin didn't 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 her feet.

"What's wrong?!"

At her feet, a blood-red mass shattered into dregs.

Feng Chenglin walked up slowly along the things under her feet, and stopped 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 flung them crookedly to Ling Luoyu's feet.

Ling Luoyu flipped her wrist, and the soul blade shot out, pointing at the intestine.

"Crack!"

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

"ah!"

Feng Chenglin let out a cry, and quickly retreated, standing there with a face full of ghosts.

"what happened?!"

"Fatty, look there..."

Ling Luoyu pointed to the pile of sundries ahead.

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

The expression on his head was terrified, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and his face was full of horror, as if his head had been screwed off under extreme panic.

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

Quantitatively, he is not alone.

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

All the people seemed to have been ripped apart by human beings, and none of them had a complete body.

Ling Luoyu turned around, where the soul blade passed, all objects were shattered into slag.

"Third Young Master..."

"These things... seem to have been air-dried in an instant, and everything has become dust!"

On the surrounding walls, there is black, the scorched black that Fotan mentioned.

Feng Cheng and Lin Xin realized something, after trying it with his hands, his eyes were slightly different.

"Here...was burned??!"

"Seems to be……"

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

In the sound of "rumbling", everything was shattered into slag, and as the wind passed by, everything was swirled and blown away.

"Fuck!"

Feng Chenglin quickly covered his mouth, avoided one side, and watched the blood-red slag whizzing and whirling with the sound of the wind.

"Fatty!"

Ling Luoyu covered her nose and turned upstairs, Feng Chenglin hurriedly followed.

The two entered the second floor and hid in a room before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Third Young Master, what's going on downstairs? If it really burned through, then everything should be burned to ashes. How could it be as if it had been dried? Everything remains the same?! "

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

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

"how do you know?!"

"Look!"

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

Everything in the study was neat and clean, completely inconsistent with the eerie desolation outside.

Ling Luoyu's fingertips brushed 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's furnishings are not in any disorder... It means that they were suddenly attacked by some kind of attack... In panic, he either died or fled..."