Chapter 66 Chapter 6: Cracking Heart Palm

Lian Xing looked at the line of blood, pondered for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Big Kui, Long Er, you two protect this Jackson. Brother Coachman and I went into this temple to have a look." Da Kui, Xiao Long Nu, and Jackson all nodded. Lian Xing casually lit another torch, and walked slowly forward with the coachman. The hundreds of human sacrifices lined up motionless on both sides of the temple. In the dark night, they looked like hundreds of guards guarding the tomb of the Tibetan king. Lian Xing walked along the middle of the temple step by step with a fire fold in his hand.

The line of bright red blood on the ground meanders all the way forward. Lian Xing and Sima walked slowly along the bloodstain. After walking about twenty feet, they saw a corpse in the temple. Lian Xing stared at it, and saw that the corpse was missing an arm, and it was the dead and revived corpse whose arm was chopped off by his Ghost Slaying Knife just now. Lian Xing's eyes flickered, he slowly bent down, and stretched out his index finger to probe the nose of the corpse. The corpse had stopped breathing, and it was obvious that it had been killed in this moment. Just now he had faked his death, but now he really died in the tomb of the Tibetan king.

Lian Xing stretched out his right hand, grabbed the corpse's mutilated arm, and pulled it lightly, and the corpse immediately turned upside down and lay on the ground. The corpse was lying on the ground, Lian Xing and the coachman were stunned, and then they frowned, only to see that there was a big hole in the chest of the corpse. The hole was dripping with blood, and a heart and liver had already been picked off alive. Who in the Tibetan king's tomb has such a vicious method?To be able to take away the heart and liver of a living person in such an instant? Lian Xing stood up slowly, raised his head, and looked at the coachman.

At this time, the coachman also raised his head and looked at Lian Xing. When the eyes of the two met, they couldn't help but flashed a look of worry. The coachman said slowly: "Such a vicious method seems to be the palm of the heart." Lian Xing was startled, and said, "Cracking Heart Palm?" The coachman nodded, and said in a deep voice: "That's right, this should be the Cracking Heart Palm that was frightened in our lower five doors."