C97 The Tomb of Murong Bo

"Drip, drip ?"

Although the sounds were soft, in this confined space, these sounds became loud and clear, constantly hitting the eardrums of the crowd and beating their hearts. They were very clear where these sounds came from.

Hot blood, the blood of dozens of people. It flowed down along the mountain petrous wall and eventually gathered together and flowed into the bottom of the puddle