The young lad Gouzi looked at Li Qingmu with disdain, thinking this person was truly shameless.
He did not know that this man's wife always thought he was a scoundrel, and if she knew, she would certainly agree.
"Click, click!"
"Ah, ah, ah..."
Inside came the sound of gears turning, the gate slowly creaked open, accompanied by a foul odor, with harrowing screams emerging from within.
The screams made one's scalp tingle. Li Qingmu looked at Gouzi, "Is this where you trained before?"
Gouzi nodded, "Yes, many were trained to become various types of death warriors, then sold elsewhere. Some couldn't endure and died, becoming sacrificial offerings. I was lucky, a master saw potential in me and taught me mechanical techniques."
"Look out!"
Just as Gouzi and Li Qingmu were talking, two people suddenly rushed out from inside the gate. They appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen, their eyes empty, devoid of any life as they slashed at Li Qingmu with hefty axes.
"Clang!"
