C327 naked framing
C327 naked framing
With this said, the ten over people looked at each other in dismay. Where did they have Rank 2 Demonic Cores? Adding them together, they didn't even know if they had 50.
Their actions caused the white-haired old man's face to turn cold. He had already come to the conclusion that none of them had gathered fifty Rank 2 Demonic Cores.
However, he had guessed the first and the second. It was impossible for him to guess what had happened to them in the past seven days.
Just as he was prepared to heartlessly tell them that he wouldn't be able to afford fifty Rank 2 Demonic Cores and needed to mine for ten years, a young man with blood stains on his chest staggered out from the opening of the formation.
With a 'putong', he rushed in front of the white-haired old man and collapsed to the ground, on the verge of death.
"Save …" "Save me!" The young man with blood stains on his chest said this word in an intermittent manner before his eyelids fluttered and he fainted.
The white-haired old man frowned. He squatted down and probed the other person's nose, and after discovering that there was still air, he took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve. He then took out a healing medicine and fed it to the other person.
At the same time, with a flip of his palm, he pressed it towards his chest. The Martial Yuan in his body frantically rushed over, helping him to comb through the wounds on his chest and shoulder blades.
After a while, the young man's injuries stabilized, but he was still unconscious. After confirming that he was not in danger of dying, the white-haired old man slowly withdrew his hand. As he stood up, the soul consciousness swept towards the Valley of Death inside the gap in the array.
It was a mess inside, but there was no one inside. He frowned and his face became dark.
"What about the others?" He looked at the ten or so people with fear on their faces and coldly asked.
More than a dozen people subconsciously looked at Wu Hao when the white-haired old man questioned them, but they did not immediately reply. When the white-haired old man was a little impatient, only then did someone tremblingly reply: "Die … Dead … All dead! "
"What?" Hearing this, the old man's eyes widened, "Are they all dead?" "What's going on …"
"Senior, just as we entered the Valley of Death seven days ago, we were attacked by a Rank 4 Demonic Beast. Many people died, but afterwards …" After saying that, his voice suddenly stopped, turned to look at the people around him, and then looked at Wu Hao.
"What happened then?" The white-haired old man frowned tightly. His face was dark as he coldly inquired.
"Afterwards, all of us were assassinated by Demon Wu Hao. We were the only ones who escaped with our lives. And because of this, we have lost all of the beast cores we killed. As of now, there are almost no more than a few of our level two beast cores left! " The dozen men answered at the same time.
"Who is Wu Hao?" When the old man heard this, his eyes flashed with a strong killing intent.
Wu Hao, who was on the other side, felt his heart thump loudly.
"It's him!" More than ten people raised their hands and pointed at Wu Hao.
Swish!
In an instant, a terrifying pressure pressed down on Wu Hao's body, causing him to violently vomit a large mouthful of blood.
"What's going on? Tell me everything in detail!" He stared at Wu Hao, but spoke coldly to the ten over people.
"Senior, it's like this …"
In the next quarter of an hour, the dozen players began to talk about what they had experienced in the team.
The target was Wu Hao, he acted like a demon, killing people without a shred of humanity.
After hearing what had just been said, the complexions of the four people, including Wu Hao, changed greatly at the same time.
"You … "Bullshit!" That description was simply inhumane, and Wu Hao had always been with them, so how could he possibly do such a thing? This was clearly a planned framing, an undisguised framing.