Chapter 2002 Something happened in the dungeon

Bang bang bang, there were knocks on the door,

"Things are not going well, Master Mu. Something happened in the dungeon."

Anxious voices entered the room through the door. The man who was meditating stopped and his brows knitted together. Hearing that there was an accident in the dungeon, he stood up slowly, with a flash of coldness in his eyes.

"knew."

Manager Mu opened the door, feeling a low pressure lingering around him.

Originally, he was trying to break through his own technique. Seeing that he could only touch the thin film a little bit, he was abruptly interrupted.

The visitor felt the oppressive feeling on the leader's body, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, wanting to reduce his presence.

Manager Mu took a deep breath, collected his breath, and asked in a calm voice: "Have you notified your boss?"

"Xiao, Xiaohe went to inform."

His voice trembled slightly when he spoke.

Manager Mu didn't say anything when he heard this. He carried the cloth out of the room and went directly to where Hong He was. As soon as he arrived, he ran into Xiaohe who was rushing over.

Xiaohe didn't look at the road and ran forward in small steps. When he saw that he was about to bump into Manager Mu, he turned sideways and Xiaohe stumbled and fell directly to the ground.

Fortunately, the person who had been following Director Mu raised his hand to help him.

"What's wrong with Xiaohe? You're in such a hurry, have you called me boss?"

Manager Mu also stared at him.

Xiaohe was slightly nervous in his heart. He frowned and said in a slightly confused voice, "No, I didn't see the boss. The boss is not in the house."

"Why isn't Hong here?"

Manager Mu's brows were knitted together, with a bit of displeasure on his face. This guy went somewhere to have fun, or he hid in a corner to drink.

Don’t you know such a big thing happened?

No sense of importance at all.

Angrily, Manager Mu walked directly into Hong He's room, opened the door and saw that no one was in the room. It was empty. The bed was also cold for a while. It was obvious that this person had been gone for a while.

He frowned, his tone a bit gritty.

"This Hong He..."

Xiao He and the two followed behind Manager Mu, not daring to breathe.

"Hmph, wait until he comes back to enjoy his good harvest."

Manager Mu's face was dark and he could barely suppress his anger.

"Let's go, take me there first."

The two people on the side quickly responded, "Yes."

Then the two of them walked ahead and headed towards the separate dungeon that had just been opened in the southwest corner of the backyard.

At this time, in the dungeon, Sakuye looked at the people at his feet who were not dead yet with some pity, let out a soft tut, and raised the sword in his hand again.

Hong He, who had lost an arm, was unable to move as Su Shuoye's foot stepped on his chest.

He looked at the long sword that was attacking him again, and the cold murderous aura on it made his pupils shrink uncontrollably.

"You dare, you dare to kill me, I'm from the Mu family."

Hong He panicked, and with a hint of sharpness in his quick tone, he revealed his identity as a threat.

He thought they would take his identity into consideration, but what he didn't expect was that Shouye just looked at him and curled his lips in disdain.

"It's just the Mu family, I'm still the King of Heaven."

As these words fell, the movements in his hands did not stop.

Hong He felt that the cold sword light was close to his neck. The cold and sharp meaning made his body tremble involuntarily, and his pupils became more frightened.

When he realized that he couldn't stop the man in front of him from killing him, his horrified eyes were covered with a layer of crazy dark light.

The cold sword was about to swipe across his neck. Suddenly, the man lying on the ground let out a crazy laugh. This laughter scared Shouye's hands to shake, and the strength of the cold sword actually dissipated.

Half of it left only a deep scratch on his neck. Blood spilled out like a pillar in an instant, but it did not make the man die for a while.

He was still laughing, laughing so crazily that his breath came out of the scratch on his neck, and the blood stained the area even more red.

This scene was so horrifying and strange that even Sakuye, the perpetrator, was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

"Mom, I'm afraid this person is mentally ill."

He couldn't help complaining in his heart.
Chapter completed!