"Hey, brother in a black trench coat here, you replied to me, I asked you if you were a regular employee of the Dagong Group, why didn't you speak? Too shy? ”

"Hey, that one over there looks like Billy? Hairington and Fan? Brother in the black trench coat of Darkholm's combination, I think you have a lot of aura, you tell me what those things are all about? I saw a big stick on the ground, and something was stuck to it......"

"No, brother, don't go so fast, hey! Why don't you tell me what the dark shadow is? How did they come out? ”

"Hey, brother! So what......"

Qin Feng's questioning was incomprehensible, and a brother made him look like shaking his legs at the door of the train station and throwing the ticket, and asked in an accentuated tone with dialect: "Brother dei, friend, do you want to cut the ticket?" "The scalper......

The group of cold black trench coats naturally ignored the goods and walked straight forward.

All right...... It's not so much about being cold, it's better to say:

It was as if they couldn't hear at all.

At first, Qin Feng only tentatively asked a few crucial questions, wanting to obtain some crucial evidence. However, he saw that every man in black around him did not squint, his eyes were old-fashioned, his eyes were staring aggressively ahead, and the striding meteor ignored him at all.

If you just ignore it, forget it, anyway, if Qin Feng faces himself, Qin Feng himself doesn't want to ignore it......

The most terrifying thing is that those people in black don't have any emotions.

Not at all.

Although Qin Feng had a deep suspicion that this group of brothers and nobles in black trench coats might not be human at all, Qin Feng could still see the emotions in his lifeless eyes when those guys talked to him before.

It's lifeless, but it's emotional.

But now when Qin Feng asked, they didn't have any emotions at all.

Qin Feng immediately changed to a cheap tone, hoping to stir the strings of "I want to hit someone" and "I want to scold" in their minds. However, no matter what method Qin Feng used to harass these people, this group of black trench coats did not reveal any emotion, like a group of walking sculptures.

Following a group of robot-like weird humans, walking in all kinds of indescribable narrow paths on both sides actually makes people feel quite bad.

It's just a psychopathic like Qin Feng who can show off the lower limit and follow without fear......

The winding path has been walking for about fifteen minutes. Qin Feng's mobile phone still has a signal, although it is very weak, but it can still surf the Internet. In this way, Qin Feng can also rest assured, if Su Qiqiao and they need to contact him urgently about something, he can also quickly reply.

During this time, Qin Feng has been trying to use various means to tease the nerves of this group of guys, which is completely a trick of playing tiger tails.

Although Qin Feng can already assert that the sanity of this group of people is extremely limited, and they may even be "puppets" directly and indirectly manipulated by other life forms, Qin Feng is still willing to continue to play cheap in front of them to test the bottom line......

After all, Qin Feng is such a person.

Just when Qin Feng was thinking about whether he should howl "March of the Volunteers" in front of them, the black trench coat walking in front of him finally opened his mouth:

"Here we are."

Arrived? Qin Feng looked up suspiciously.

In front of Qin Feng was a magnificent door, made of indescribable metal, etched with simple patterns, with a rather oppressive feeling.

Qin Feng faintly felt that behind the door, there was a burst of oppressive aura......

Kindness...... This is really another source of pollution!

"We're not going in." The black trench coats said silently, then stood in a row, "...... Please come in, sir. ”

Suddenly, the door opened without warning. "Squeak-" A tooth-aching sound rang out, and the grand metal door grazed the rotting wooden floor.

Behind the door, there is an eerie "forest......

Behind the door, there was not a wooden floor, but a black, fertile earth, and a burst of moisture came out, no wonder the wooden floor here was so damp, rotten, and fragile.

There was no lighting on the floor, so there was only a stout black rusty iron chain hanging down from the ceiling, and a flat black iron pot with a flat bottom was hung, and the pot contained lamp oil, but there was no wick, and the whole oil surface was burned, and the bright fire could illuminate a good area around it. And countless hanging oil lamps lit up this dark forest.

On the ceiling is inscribed a huge circle, and on the six horns of the six-pointed star circle, a cast iron chain is used to pass through the horns and hooves of the sheep, and the black goat with its belly cut open hangs. The black goat was still wailing, but the blood in its belly was gurgling to the ground, moistening the black erosion.

The vegetation of the forest is eerie. All plants grow in twists, and at first glance, they look like countless tentacles have grown out of the trunk of a tree, and those tentacles are twisted and coiled together, growing towards the ceiling.

Can the ghost think that under such a modern office building, there is such a strange place hidden? It is as if the ritual scene of some primitive religion that worships extreme violence and extreme sexuality makes people shudder.

"Maybe these 'trees' are really magical creatures......" Qin Feng twisted his chin, looked at those tentacle trees, and muttered to himself, "I always feel that these things are quite familiar......"

"Please come in." The black trench coat urged again in a dull voice.

"Good, good." Qin Feng reluctantly responded with a few words and stepped into the woodland.

The black soil of the woodland was rotten, like swamp water, rotting leaves, soil, carrion of animals, and a lot of blood mixed together. Qin Feng could clearly smell the rust-like smell of blood, with a strong smell of mutton.

Obviously, it was the blood of those black goats.

"Wow...... It's disgusting. ”

Qin Feng watched helplessly as his entire calf was soaked in the strange semi-liquid soil, his face like dead ashes.

There is a feeling of falling into a pit of.

Kindness...... It's better not to make up for this feeling.

As Qin Feng walked, the oppressive aura became even stronger.

Soon, after opening two or three tentacle trees, a strange throne woven of branches suddenly appeared in front of Qin Feng's field of vision......

On the throne sat a woman. The woman has a plump figure, delicate and convex, a beautiful complexion, and wears a black tulle skirt, which exposes her curves almost perfectly. And the woman's face is bright and dark in the light of the firelight, and her eyes are closed as if she is asleep, but with a sense of evil beauty, it is moving.

Qin Feng was not only stunned.

Of course, he's not a guy who can't walk when he meets a beautiful woman. Compared to that woman, Qin Feng felt that Su Qiqiao was really a little better-looking.

And even if he stays with Su Qiqiao, Qin Feng can freely lecture, ridicule, make jokes, talk and laugh and so on...... What really made Qin Feng stunned here was ......

The woman's lower body was connected with a black cloud of twisted flesh, and those writhing pieces of flesh either grew goat's hooves, huge eyes, or mouth with sharp teeth, and also grew octopus-like tentacles, but instead of suckers, they were replaced by eerie tentacles of slimy slime......

The organs that grow on the flesh mass of the lower half of the woman's body are randomly arranged, as if ignoring the theory of natural selection deduced by Mr. Darwin, and appear in a distorted form that cannot exist in the world.

That's the creature that should be recorded on the mural...... Recorded in the name of the devil.

"You're my offspring...... the woman spoke, but her voice was unexpectedly rough, like a thousand people talking at the same time, with an eerie echo, "...... Or rather, half of the offspring. ”

"No...... Who are you? Qin Feng looked at her vigilantly.

The woman opened her eyes and looked at him, in the woman's eyes...... There are four pupils. In each eye socket, there are two pupils arranged in parallel. One deep purple, one pure black.

"Shabu? Shub Niggurath," said the woman, in a cold tone, "my children in this world often call me 'the black goat of the forest that gives birth to thousands of offspring...... Oh...... Some people will call me ......"

"The Most High Mother Goddess."