In the shadows by the wall, someone was curled up.
It was an old man in servant's clothes, trembling all over.
He was the only survivor here.
Tang San strode over, crouched down, and gently infused him with a stream of Mysterious Heaven Skill inner force.
"Sir, don't be afraid. We're here to save you."
The old man slowly raised his head.
His pupils had already lost focus, and a strange, foolish grin hung on his face.
Drool ran from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his dust-covered lapels.
"Hehe... red... everything is red..."
The old man muttered incoherently.
Tang San frowned. "What's red? Where are Feng Xiaotian and the others?"
At the mention of "Feng Xiaotian," the old man reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly springing to his feet.
He waved his hands in terror and pointed at the sky.
"Eaten... they were all eaten!"
"That Prince... he opened his mouth... and ate everyone!"
"Bones... crunch, crunch... so brittle..."
The old man's shrill, piercing voice echoed through the deathly silent estate.
Prince?
Tang San and Huo Wu exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
Xue Beng?
That useless Prince who only knew how to eat, drink, and indulge himself?
Just then, a chilling wind swept through.
Dust rose from the ground, forming little whirlwinds.
"Hehehe..."
Fine, broken laughter suddenly came from the surrounding shadows.
It sounded like rats gnawing on wood, yet also like some soft-bodied creature crawling.
"Careful!"
Tang San shouted low as his Blue Silver Grass martial soul was released instantly.
Dozens of thick vines shot out like vipers, shielding everyone in their midst.
A group of people slowly emerged from the shadows of the teaching building.
No, more precisely, a group of "monsters."
They wore loose