Bo Qing, a young noble boy from the Blackstone clan, still didn't want to let him go when he saw the bloody corpse. He grabbed a guard beside him and pushed it towards the bloody corpse. The guard's skin also melted, scaring the others to retreat while protecting Bo Qing.

"Master, this bloody corpse is poisonous! Be careful!"

"Blood corpses will infect living corpses with poison. Quickly, spread out quickly and stay away from these blood corpses!"

The two bloody corpses eventually fell outside the city and melted into two pools of human-shaped blood. This was truly a sign that no bones remained.

The noble boy of the Blackstone clan named Bo Qing did not panic or shout during the whole process, but watched all this happen with a stern expression. Then he turned his head and gave the guard a hard slap in the face.

"Who gave you permission to touch me?"

"My horse is gone. Go and bring me another horse right away."

This wave of young aristocratic young men had a surly character, and several of the guards around him lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look at him.

Not long after, the beaten guard took the dog leash and brought another young serf who was crawling on the ground with all four limbs.

"Get down quickly! Being able to be the master of a horse is a blessing earned by your family in eight lifetimes!" As if to vent his anger, the guard kicked the young serf hard, causing him to fall to the ground, and his palms were scratched on the hard rock ground.

A large piece of skin.

But the serf boy looked numb. He had long been accustomed to this kind of beating and abuse. He was like a wild beast that had been tamed. He obediently crawled at Bo Qing's feet, then crawled on the ground with his hands and feet, carrying Bo Qing away, and climbed up the city wall.

"Aku, I have tested the poisonous miasma floating out of the lake. Those poisonous miasmas only poison living things and are not poisonous to other things." Young Master Bo was cruel. He did not kick the serf boy just for fun.

The purpose of entering the golden miasma is to test how toxic the golden miasma is.

At this time, the senior officials of the Blackstone clan burst into laughter. They all praised Bo Qing's calmness, wit, and ruthlessness. They did not feel there was anything wrong with sacrificing the life of a serf. They praised Bo Qing's laughter in this underground place where the smell of blood has not yet dissipated.
Chapter completed!