A column of smoke rises above the horizon and can be clearly seen even from a distance of more than a dozen kilometers. The thick black smoke is overwhelming, giving people an ominous feeling, as if death and disaster have befallen the world.

This is the second pillar of smoke seen in the past two days.

Li Mu rode a motorcycle, galloping towards the direction of the smoke column, the first time the smoke column appeared, because the distance was too far, it was too late to rush to the place where it was on fire, this time the distance was not far, only four or five kilometers, he was ready to rush over to see what was going on.

He had a strong premonition that the son of the Khupishega had done it.

As the distance was pulled, the column of smoke became even larger, almost obscuring it for half a day, flying in the sky with teeth and claws, and along the way, they also met a herd of frightened mutated two-headed cows, frantically fleeing in the direction of the ignition point.

They are terrified to the extreme, but they are not afraid of anything anymore. If it weren't for Li Mu's extremely fast reaction, he was almost crushed and trampled by this group of mutant two-headed cows.

With Li Mei and the motorcycle under his arm, he jumped up and jumped onto the roof of the nearby building just as he was about to be hit by a herd.

"The herd has passed, you can let me down."

Li Mei could clearly feel that Li Mu's burning arm was tightly pressed against her lower abdomen, and that strange feeling made her cheeks become hot and hot.

"It should be the son of Hubisega, and there is very little that can make a whole herd of mutated two-headed cows so panicked."

He said with a frown, looking in the direction of the pillar of smoke. The son of Hubisega, who has gone through a deshell, should already have the strength of the second energy level. If it gets there and it hasn't left, I'm afraid it will just send itself to the door. But he decided to check it out anyway.

According to Kunsuslu's memory, after becoming the second energy level, ordinary humans were no longer able to provide the energy of evolution for the sons of Khobishika. It should hunt down powerful mutated creatures. But to be able to ignite such a large flame, it is clear that a large human settlement has been attacked.

In the aftermath of the attack, igniting the combustible materials in the colony is one of the wisdom of the wasteland dwellers. This not only warns the nearby villages of the presence of attackers, which requires increased vigilance, but also allows the attackers to find nothing.

Li Mu wants to go to the place where the incident occurred, and may be able to find some clues to deduce the reason for the unusual behavior of the son of Hubisega.

As the distance closed, a foul smell came from the burning direction, it was the smell of burnt meat. Turning an intersection, the two of them finally saw the fire.

It was a Hindustani settlement, and it was evident that there must have been a fierce battle before, and the ground was full of bullet holes and craters from rocket explosions. Although most of it had been burned down, it could still be seen that the wooden fence built by the Hindustani on the outskirts of the settlement had been forced out by some monster with brute force.

Half of the hardwood, which is more than 20 centimeters in diameter, is nailed into the ground. The fence made of these hardwoods is a daunting sight for even the mighty king snake to break several of them. But here, more than a dozen hardwoods were uprooted by something and thrown to a poop.

The settlement was quiet, save for the crackling of burning wood. The flames had begun to reduce, and the combustibles inside had been burned to the ground. The flames were smoldering, and there were smoky ruins everywhere.

Reluctantly, Li Mei climbed onto the half-collapsed ruins of a street corner and set up the 14.5mm sniper rifle to keep an eye on the burning camp. Li Mu forcefully ordered her to stay here.

As for Li Mu, he put on the invisibility cloak, held the purple lightning tightly in both hands, and quietly lurked towards the camp of the Hindustani.

Beyond the charred blackened fence, he made his way to the center of the camp.

The first thing I saw was a pile of skeletons. The bones were almost piled up into a hill. Li Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and he slightly estimated the number of skulls in the skeleton, and everyone in the entire settlement should be here.

These bones were scorched black by the flames, Li Mu frowned and stepped forward, wiped a skull with his fingers, and put it on the side of his nose and sniffed carefully.

In addition to the strong scorching smell, he also used his strong sense of smell to smell a familiar fishy odor. It's the fishy smell I've smelled in the skinner's stronghold. It's a taste unique to those yellow pus.

All the people here were indeed killed by the sons of Hubisega.

He stood up and looked into the center of the camp, where the Hindustani leader lived. The flame didn't ignite there, and there should still be a lot of precious information left.

When the tent's curtain was lifted, the first thing that caught my eye was a broken skeleton, his ribs shattered, one leg bone missing, and the rest of the bones were covered with cracks.

The leader of the Hindustani was defeated in a near-ravaged manner. In the face of the enemy, he was almost defenseless. After defeating him, the son of Hubisega tortured him in an attempt to find out what he wanted.

Li Mu didn't stare at the skeleton for long, he focused more on the footprints on the ground. It was a footprint on the paw of a bird's claw, but the claw of the owner of the footprint was much sharper than the bird's claw, and it almost caught deep into the ground.

Comparing all the bird's claw footprints, he judged that the son of Hubisega must have evolved into a humanoid state. To his surprise, he also found the footprints of a female human on the ground.

At the first time, he guessed that this was the footprints left by Yuan Qi, and she was not eaten by the son of Hubi Sega.

That was all he could tell from the footprints, and he stood up and surveyed the furnishings of the tent. The most conspicuous of these is a statue of Yama, which is placed on an ornate polychrome painting, carved from precious obsidian. The craftsmanship of the craftsman is very high, and the evil of Yamamud is displayed in four or five layers. It's daunting.

Only now, the statue has been split in two.

Around the statue, there are several small leather drums. Those leather drums are inlaid with precious gold, silver and turquoise, which is very gorgeous.

As for the painting, it is more than two meters long. It depicts the hell of Hindustan mythology, with countless people struggling in the midst of fire and boiling oil, their faces distorted and ugly, and their eyes filled with fear and wrath. Yama is in the center of the scroll, and his body radiates a black light. Those who were illuminated by the light, with calm and peaceful faces, flew from hell to heaven above Yama's head.

This is the Last Judgment preached by Ouroboros, and the unbelievers and heretics will be condemned to hell forever. Only devout believers can attain transcendence.

Li Mu's eyes showed a look of disgust, these drums and colorful paintings were all made of human skin. In particular, the huge painting was made of the skin of the abdomen of sixteen young girls. The craftsmanship of the craftsmen is so high that there are almost no traces of splicing.

Only the five most powerful clans of Larkin Bedd could have craftsmen of such skill. They were the only ones who could force other Hindustani tribes to sacrifice maidens to make these ritual vessels.

He took out a flask of burning *burning* from the wave-particle transformation rune, lit it, and threw it into the drums and paintings. Flames rose immediately, engulfing these bloody and sinful things.

Suddenly, Li Mu's keen sense of hearing heard a slight movement coming from below the painting.

"What's down there?"

He let out a loud shout, drew his sword with both hands, and slashed hard. The blazing flames that slashed directly at the blade split the painting in two, along with the stone slab below.

Underneath the slab was a small pit, and a stiff Hindustan was lying inside, looking at Li Mu with frightened eyes. (To be continued.) )