Elara Dark Blood Throne

In the darkness, Gu Chaoyang opened his eyes.

Above his head, the faint yellow light fell diagonally. Beside him, there were red bricks and walls made of broken stones, and there were shadows reflected on the walls, twisting.

He could hear the sound of flowing water and smell a putrefactive odor. On one side, there was a sewage ditch against the wall. He was lying on the side of the sewage ditch, and below him was the cold and damp ground. His right hand was hanging in the ditch, and on his left hand, there was a sharp stone stained with mud.

There was a drizzle in the air and the raindrops fell gently.

Not far away, someone was speaking in a low voice.

"Short Hair, hurry up!"

Got it!

Someone beside him responded.

Gu Chaoyang had never heard this language before, but he clearly understood what it meant.

What was going on?

He felt a faint pain in his head, and he could hardly think.

He took a breath silently and overcame the dizziness in his mind. Some scenes overwhelmed him which belonged to another person. It was so strange but so familiar that he could easily accept those scenes.

The last scene...

Perhaps, it was because he had been hit by a stick on his head, so he was lying in this dark and damp alley.

Closing his eyes slightly, Gu Chaoyang let out a long breath. He relaxed and focused, leaving nothing in his mind. At the same time, he held the sharp stone in his left hand.

The guy beside him leaned down, breathing out the air smelt like rotten cucumber cheese, very unpleasant indeed.

"Is he dead? If he isn't dead, then give him another stab!"

OK.

The man stretched out his finger, feeling his breath.

Gu Chaoyang suddenly opened his eyes.

Under the dim yellow light, the two looked at each other. Short Hair was a little stunned, blinking his eyes.

Before Short Hair could react, Gu Ghaoyang stretched out his right hand and grabbed his wrist with extreme force.

When his wrist was grabbed, Short Hair subconsciously pulled back. Because he was squatting on the ground, it was difficult to exert strength, and the extent of his movement was relatively large. At this time, Gu Chaoyang suddenly released his hand.

Short Hair lost his balance, stumbled, and fell to the ground.

He forcefully pushed against the ground with his right hand, and his body leaped up from the ground like a tight whip. Gu Chaoyang pounced towards the guy like a civet cat. His left hand tightly gripped the sharp stone. Even though the skin and flesh on his palm had been scraped by the edges of the stone, he still did not loosen the stone.

He waved his left hand and slammed it down.

He held the tip of the stone and hit it on Short Hair's face. Actually, it was on his eye socket. Short Hair subconsciously closed his eyes, but the sharp corner of the stone still penetrated the soft eyelids and pierced deeply into the eyes.

"Ah!"

Short Hair let out a miserable scream.

In the darkness, blood splashed.

Short Hair screamed, subconsciously raising his hand and covering his face.

Gu Chaoyang raised his right hand and swung his palm like a knife, cleanly cutting the throat and the air pipe of Short Hair.

Short Hair rolled on the ground. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. After rolling a few times, half of its body fell into a ditch in the corner of the wall. His body was stuck inside and twitched for a while. Then, he stopped moving.

Gu Chaoyang stood up. His shadow was long and projected on the wall behind him.

Another guy stood about seven or eight steps away from him. He was about thirty years old. He had a beard, a hooked nose, and sunken eyes. Right then, he was stunned, looking at Gu Chaoyang blankly.

"Damn!"

The man reacted and cursed in a low voice, putting his hand on his waist.

At this moment, Gu Chaoyang took a small step forward and used all his strength to wave his left hand. Like a pitcher, he forcefully threw the blood-stained rock in his hand at the person in front of him.