"Ah Guang ......" Xiguang turned around, and the ghost face in front of him seemed to overlap with a certain figure incredibly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Ah Guang......, you idiot."

"Ah Guang, this is not something that can be eaten and spit it out! How are you like Little Bean! ”

Xiguang felt that the light and sound around him had become blurred, only the fragments of his memory were spliced together, and the face of a woman kept appearing in his mind, but he couldn't see it clearly.

A group of people with torches in their hands poured from the end of the road, and the leader said, "Young master, there is still no news. We've been looking all over the place these days for ....... In the blink of an eye, the fleeting vision was interrupted by the call.

"Oh, here's the Hunt." The remembrance and incomprehension in his eyes instantly dissipated, and he replaced it with a clear look, and asked calmly, "Have you used all the methods I said?" ”

Chi Hunt glared fiercely at the direction where Fang was stunned, and then arched his hand and replied: "Yes, it has been used." We smoked soul-chasing incense on the children yesterday, and today the children disappeared, but there is no clue left by the soul-chasing incense. ”

"To be exact, when you go to a different place, you disappear."

Xiguang's face was as calm as water, and the hundreds or so families who had lost their children held torches one after another, and under each torch there was an anxious and helpless face.

Yuan Qinqin has been hidden in the crowd since the people came, and I saw so many pairs of eyes looking at Xiguang alone, and those eyes were full of the last hope, which could swallow people up.

The former stupid Ah Guang of her family turned out to be such a character, who could stabilize people's hearts in times of crisis, standing in the midst of the panicked crowd, as if he was the backbone of everyone and the reliance of wholehearted trust.

This scene was familiar, just after her brain was broken and healed, on the day she recognized Shilanhe, the Shilanhe she saw was also standing in front of everyone's eyes to accept worship.

But they're different.

What is different, Yuan Qinqin can't say, she only feels that the light of being expected and relied on by everyone standing in the middle of everyone is more flesh and blood, which makes her re-understand and impressed.

Involuntarily, she also joined the people, gently hugging Xiaohong Xiaobai with one hand, while expecting such a leader to lead everyone out of the haze of despair.

There was a noisy voice in the crowd, Yuan Qinqin turned around and saw that at the end of the crowd, there was an ugly-looking and dirty-clad person being punched and kicked by the people around him.

"The people in the back, why are they rioting?" Xiguang also noticed this movement, and everyone took the initiative to separate a road for him, which also made Yuan Qinqin see the appearance of the beaten person behind him more clearly.

The beater said: "We just caught this thing at the border, and most of the recent disasters have nothing to do with him!" ”

It was an eyeless man, his eyes were like sandworms, and his skull was wrapped in a thick scalp, with sparse hair on the top of his head and a thin tip of his skull.

His nose was unusually strange, not like an ordinary person with two nostrils, but a split palm-like slit with a small hole at the end of the branch. A blue-gray face with many protruding warts, blood-red lips and a mouthful of thin, blackened fangs, looked indescribably evil.

The chaotic voices of the people reached Yuan Qinqin's ears: "The corpse puppet ......, this clan is not dead yet." ”

"It's a corpse puppet, so the children's abnormalities these days can be explained!"

"Woo woo, they took the children away and returned my children!"

"To be captured by a corpse puppet is to go and never return, my child!" Someone fell to the ground crying and fainted.

The crowd was surging, and it was about to get out of control, and Xiguang approached the corpse puppet step by step, releasing a blue and black aura on his body, turning into a pair of wings that only belonged to the Flying Eagle Royal Clan, and opened invisibly.

People were shocked by the coercion he exuded, and their expressions were all awe-inspiring, and they slowly retreated into a circular space.

Xiguang began to inquire about the corpse puppet, who knew that this guy didn't get oil and salt, and his big developed nose kept stirring, but he just refused to say a word.

In this short period of time, Yuan Qinqin already knew what a corpse puppet was, and it was recorded in the book "Bi Bo Chen" that Baili Bear left in the Zhihai space that the corpse puppet is a group that lives underground all year round and communicates with each other by smell.

They feed on the remains of living beings after they die, whether it is in the Yuanding Continent or in the Futu Realm, there are races that retain the custom of burial, and when the corpse puppets can't find food, they will dig graves and eat the remains of their ancestors, which is what everyone shouts and beats.

To this day, it seems that ghoul golems do not only eat the corpses of the dead, but also abduct the living and suffocate them in the dirt to make a corpse meal.

When Yuan Qinqin searched for these news, she only felt a surge in her chest, why did such a strange setting and such a bloody group exist in this world?

The ancient gods Lingfeng and Demon King Moon are the handiwork of the two of them.

Looking at the corpse puppet that seemed to be powerless, Yuan Qinqin's heart swelled with disgust, and in the excitement of the crowd, she secretly moved a little in the direction of the corpse puppet.

Xiaohong shrunk her wings and said, "Niangniang, Hong'er is afraid." ”

Yuan Qinqin soothed: "Don't be afraid, with me, no one can hurt you." ”

Tsurusawa cut and muttered in a low voice: "What a big deal, what's the matter, the two little oil bottles are not to be handed over to me to take care of." ”

Between Yuan Qinqin's fingers, he pulled out a small spiritual imprint from his body and flicked it in the direction of the corpse puppet, and the purple light disappeared instantly.

"Ghoul puppets can't speak, and ordinary questioning must not be useful nowadays, and it is not as fast as this."

The corpse puppet looked terrifying, but who knew that it was easily stationed in the divine sense by Yuan Qinqin.

Although it was pitch black inside, it was unexpectedly dry and warm, and there was even a steady smell.

Yuan Qinqin was suspicious in her heart: This is not like the knowledge of a cold-blooded killer - when she wants to stay any longer, it seems that she has suffered a strong resistance, and Yuan Qinqin's small spiritual imprint has been forcibly bounced back to her hometown.

She looked over and saw that the ugly corpse puppet was also shrugging his strange big nose obscenely, trying to look in her direction.

Yuan Qinqin suddenly understood an expression from the expressionless face: call for help.

She whispered: "The child's business has nothing to do with him. ”

Tsurusawa covered his mouth: "Can you see clearly?" ”

Yuan Qinqin shook her head regretfully: "Although this person's divine consciousness space is not fortified, once it is fortified, I will not be able to enter it now." ”

"My spirit imprint has been popped, but I just don't think it has anything to do with him, it's my intuition."

Obviously a corpse-eating puppet with no self-protection ability, but with such a powerful divine soul, middle-level psychics can't get close, Yuan Qinqin vaguely feels that I'm afraid that people have a deep misunderstanding of this race.

"So what are you going to do? If you see it clearly, it's fine, but you don't see it now, and if you exonerate that person in plain terms, I'm afraid it will be difficult. ”

As if frozen by something, the corpse puppet looked straight in the direction of Yuan Qinqin, and the people around him lost patience again, shouting: "Kill him, kill him!" ”