Chapter 553: Hand of Glory (1)

Just when Mu Ningfu was tracking King's Landing, Nan Dusk and Ye Yao Zongka, who were far away in Romania, went to a jaw-dropping place.

When the sun is waning.

"Take you to meet someone." Ye Yao Zongka said, getting up and walking outside, Nan Dusk retracted his emotions and followed behind the man in white military uniform.

The two of them followed the spiral staircase to the top of the castle's lookout, where a helicopter was ready, and the two of them got on the plane, the wings were suddenly whirlwind, and where the helicopter flew over, the mountains of Sichuan Ranfanya were abrupt, and all around was a dense black forest.

The helicopter finally stopped at the very top of the Chuanranfanya mountain range, where a settlement tribe of the Magyar natives lived.

Yeyao Zongka, Nandui, and one of Yeyao's interpreters got off the plane.

This is a remote part of this Central European country, and the village retains the characteristics of the Mazar aborigines.

This indigenous tribe has its own power of life and death, and the tribal chiefs yesterday executed a murderer in accordance with the law.

Nan Twilight walked behind Yeyao Zongka, and at the three forks of the tribe, he saw an execution ground, the body of a felon, who had been executed, hung on a bloodstained gallows, the noose was wrapped around the neck of the felon, and he had been dead for a day, and the stiff corpse swayed from side to side in the wind.

"I've already bought this body." Ye Yao's words surprised Nan Dusk.

Yeyao bought this corpse at a high price, and it was for a purpose.

A tall, thin, bearded Central European man dressed in a traditional local hunting suit and high boots approached, and Yeyao's interpreter chatted with him in Yiddish, and then the interpreter informed Yeyao.

"The warlock said it could be done."

Nan Dusk understood that this person was a local dark wizard, but he also felt strange that Ye Yao Zongka had traveled thousands of miles to this place of ghosts and shadows to find out.

The dark wizard carried a sharp machete and walked up to the gallows, and the laborer moved the people to bring chairs, stood up, stood under the corpse, and with a wave of the knife, cut off the corpse's right hand.

The hand fell to the ground, and the black blood of the deceased was almost coagulated, and it was sticky and did not fall where it was broken, which angered and frightened people, and exuded a smoky stench.

Nan Dusk frowned, Ye Yao glanced at it, and said with teasing, "What? Not used to it? Hehe. ”

Ye Yao smiled and looked ahead again, "The international actor with fine clothes and food has lived for too long, and he has forgotten the hardships he suffered in the jungle when he was a child, and what he was beaten?" ”

"I didn't forget."

Nan Twilight replied. He and Yeyao grew up together, but after the age of ten, the two took different paths, and Yeyao soared into the sky and became the top leader of the Jingpo Army, the government army.

And he went to the Guangdong-Hong Kong underworld Nandu's house and became an adopted son.

With the support of the eight-faced Buddha Nan Duchen, he has become an actor who is now popular and purple in Central and Southeast Asia.

The occult sorcerer picked up the severed hand, sprinkled it with patina, saltpeter, and plucked powder in turn, and knelt in the open space of the gallows next to the corpse.

Finally, the Mystical Warlock pulled out a small vial from his bosom, which contained a cloudy yellow solidified substance.

"It's human oil." Ye Yao whispered to Nan Dusk, who grimaced as she looked at the black magic that the occult warlock was doing that only appeared in movies.