I tested the strength of the corpse qi, but fortunately, the concentration of this aura is very low, and the purity is not very good, and it can be resisted with just one corner talisman. Vertices

The centipede poked me in the shoulder with his finger, and I turned to look at him, and he gave me another inquiring look.

Yes, I could tell at a glance that he had a question in his eyes, but the question was that I didn't know what he wanted to ask.

Now is not the time to speak, I can only sigh in my heart, find a folded horn charm, and stuff it into the centipede's pocket.

The centipede pointed to his pocket, meaning to ask me what I had stuffed into.

I ignored him, jumped up and fell silently into the corridor of the adjacent building.

The centipede seemed hesitant, not knowing for a moment whether to follow or not, until I turned and beckoned to him, and he cautiously jumped over.

You don't have to think about it to know that the corridor under your feet was originally equivalent to a forbidden place that the centipede could not set foot in, and he definitely never came in.

Nonsense, if he had been here, he would have become an evil corpse long ago.

Although he was uglier than the evil corpse, he was indeed a real living person.

I pressed down on my palm, motioning for the centipede to slow down, and he nodded, and then I tiptoed down and felt deeper into the corridor.

The internal structure of the two buildings is exactly the same, on both sides of the corridor, there are also neatly stacked doors, the difference is that the doors here seem to have been renovated not long ago, there is no sign of decay on the door panels, and even the door frames have been replaced with metal.

I wondered why the door frame was made of metal, but the door panel was made of pure wood, and the deep wood brown color matched with the overly bright polished metal, which looked very incongruous.

As I passed by the door of a house, I paused for a moment and rubbed my hand lightly against the door.

Originally, I just wanted to test the thickness and weight of this door, because I guessed that this door might also be made of metal and covered with wooden boards, but I didn't expect this door to be hidden, I just touched it lightly, and it slowly opened.

The door shaft was oiled and so smooth that the door panel barely made a sound when it was opened, and the door panel was indeed as I imagined, not as heavy as usual, and it was estimated that there were steel plates embedded in it.

I pressed my gaze to the crack in the door and peeked into the room, and saw that the four walls of the room were also covered with metal plates, and under the ceiling hung a large barbed wire fence, from which thick iron hooks hung down, and I could see that some of the iron hooks were still stained with blood at the tips.

In addition, on the wall facing the door, there are two pairs of shackles to bind the hands and feet.

It was like a newly built torture chamber, and someone had been tortured here.

Then I tried to push open a few more doors, and the furnishings in each room were almost identical, and in one of them there was a strong smell of blood, apparently someone had been tortured in it not long ago.

In the corner of that room, there was also a black dress scattered around.

Since the locals are dressed differently from us, I can recognize at a glance that the dress is from the outside world.

The centipede also saw the dress, and I could feel that he was suddenly worried when he saw the dress.

He was worried about the woman's safety.

Given the strong smell of blood in the room, I reckon this woman is more than lucky.

The centipede nudged my back, motioning for me to speed up, but I didn't respond, just trying to raise the frequency of my feet, approaching the end of the corridor as fast as I could, without making a sound.

By this time, the centipede and I could hear the sound of a whispering incantation coming from the room at the end of the corridor.

The door to the room was ajar, and if you got a little closer, you could see a flickering blood-colored candle floating in the room.

The centipede and I approached the door, poked our heads into the room, and saw a group of cultists in yellow robes forming a circle in the center of the room, and in the middle of them lay a fresh female corpse.

To be honest, I don't want to paint some of the images too bloody, because every time I think about them, it makes me feel very uncomfortable.

All I can say is that if the woman had been able-bodied, she would have been more than 1.70 meters tall, but now, her entire length was just over a meter, and the warm blood flowed down her body to the ground, and spread in all directions at an extremely slow speed.

Blood soaked the hem of the cultist's clothes, giving the yellow robes a sickly orange hue.

The men seemed to be doing some kind of extremely esoteric sacrificial ritual, chanting incantations incantations to the corpses on the ground, a language I didn't understand, but I could still make a rough sense of what it had to bear with the whispers of the deep sea.

Every minute the cultists chanted a mantra, they knelt and turned around and bowed to a statue in the corner.

I looked closely at the half-exposed sculpture, it was a "man" in a torn robe, his entire face was covered by a hood, his hands were in long sleeves, and his legs and feet were also hidden by the hem of the robe, so I couldn't tell if it was a person or something else hidden under the robe.

The centipede poked me lightly in the shoulder, and I looked back at him, and saw that he pulled the square cone from his waist and pointed the tip of the cone at the cultist in the room.

That means asking me if I want to do it.

I didn't know if these cultists had accomplices, so they were in a hurry to take action, and they might be startled.

I pressed the centipede's wrist and told him to lower the square cone, then made a silent gesture at him.

The centipede couldn't guess what I was going to do next, but he was still cooperative, and even tucked the square cone back into his belt.

The most important task at the moment is to arrest a cultist and ask about the situation.

I took a closer look at the people in the room, and saw that there was a very small man who seemed to be the leader of the people, and it was he who took the lead in chanting the incantation each time, and he was the first to stop and turn to face the sculpture in the corner, and the others simply followed him.

With a little thought, I have a plan.

While the cultist leaned over to recite the incantation again, I took out the holder of the ghost lantern from my bosom, and rubbed it quickly with my fingertips on the surface of the lantern holder.

The telekinesis followed my fingers into the lamp holder, and in an instant, the yin qi hidden in the tray was forced out, and the yin qi was forced out along with the yin qi, and there was a strong ghost qi.

The two auras mixed together, and soon a thick fog was raised in the small room.