Song Yingzong looked at Hong Qiushui, who had been tortured by the medicine, with a playful look on his face. There was no sympathy in his eyes, only endless indifference.

He slowly stood up and looked down at Hong Qiushui on the ground from a high point, as if he was not alone, but a dog waving his tail and begging. "Master Hong San, you must be obedient!"

After speaking, Song Yingzong raised his head and laughed. The hideous laughter echoed in the empty palace for a long time, stinging Hong Qiushui's self-esteem.

But now he has fallen into the trap set by the Demonic Way. Even though he has so much regret that he has not listened to his father, Second Master Hong, it is too late and regret is useless.

Chunhua wrapped her arms around her, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, then she took out a pill from her arms and threw it in front of Hong Qiushui, and said coldly: "This is a medicine that can temporarily suppress the toxins in your body! If things are not done properly, there will be no medicine to take it!"

Hong Qiushui still seemed to have hundreds of steel needles piercing the whole body at the same time, and the pain was so that his clothes were already soaked in cold sweat.

He hurriedly picked up the pill in front of him and swallowed it into his stomach. After a while, the pain on his body was relieved. He stood up, but when he looked around, he was the only one left in the huge palace, and Chunhua had long disappeared!

He had no choice but to walk out of the palace in disappointment and leave the deserted village where the Demon Way was hiding.

He did not dare to expose the strongholds hidden in the martial arts world. This was completely betting on his own life. Moreover, he did not doubt that Song Yingzong would take him to bury him with him without any mercy.

Hongye, who had been waiting in the car at the entrance of the deserted village, saw Hong Qiushui walking out of the village in a down-and-out shape. He quickly opened the car door and walked out of the car, and walked towards Hong Qiushui, "Master, how are you doing...?"

Hongye pressed his voice very low and asked timidly.

The eyes in Hong Qiushui's eyes were as cold as a sword, and he looked at Hongye who was approaching her.

In an instant, the red leaves shivered involuntarily, and hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to ask any more.

Hong Qiushui walked straight into the car without saying a word.

Hongye followed him into the car, started the car, and left the deserted village with Hong Qiushui.

After Xiao Yang followed Kong Xueman in the car for a long time, he saw the car slowly driving into a mountain. A narrow mountain road slowly surrounds upwards. The primitive trees towering into the clouds on both sides of the road exuded an invisible sense of oppression.

Kong Xueman kept holding her jaw all the way, twisting her head to one side without saying a word, not knowing what she was thinking.

Xiao Yang wanted to ask more about the Kong family from Kong Xueman several times, but seeing that Kong Xueman showed no sign of talking, he had to give up.

The sun gradually tilted westward, and the light became increasingly darker under the cover of lush trees on both sides of the road. From time to time, one or two monkeys screamed in the grass beside the road, revealing a strange atmosphere.

After a long time, the car stopped at a fork. Under the illumination of the headlights, a rugged path could be seen forked out of the narrow mountain road.

"Miss, the car can't get in!"

The driver turned his head and said to Kong Xueman.

Kong Xueman took his eyes away from the window and said softly: "You drive the car back!"
Chapter completed!