"Whoa...... Whoa...... Whoa, whoa, whoa......"

In the long and narrow passage, Zhang Peng followed behind Huang Mao, and the more he walked, the more frightened he became.

They had been walking for more than ten minutes, turning around and not knowing where they had gone. In his impression, Huang Mao was not smart and could not have memorized such a complicated route. Also, when Huang Mao turned the corner, he obviously didn't pause, as if he was familiar with this place.

But his backpack, and the temperature on his body when he touched it, didn't look like a fake.

Could it be like Ding Dahui last time, possessed by an evil spirit? According to Lao Huangpi, it is really possible. Old Niu Han, yellow-skinned and stupid, is simply a natural pair.

Zhang Peng is now more than seventy percent sure that there is a problem with the "yellow hair" in front of him. But whether the other party was conjured up by an evil spirit or possessed, he couldn't be sure.

Looking at the back of the yellow hair, he shook the handle of the gun behind his waist.

Kill him with one shot?

If it's an evil spirit, it's fine, but if it's possessed, it's equivalent to killing someone. Not to mention that Huang Mao respects him and can be regarded as half a friend. It's one thing to kill the other party, it's one thing to feel guilty, and it's another thing to go to jail for breaking the law. It won't be long before a large number of archaeologists will be stationed, and this group of highly intelligent and highly educated professionals can study the slightest clue for half a day, pushing one, two, three, or four. The cause of Huang Mao's death, how could it be hidden from them?

But if he doesn't kill, he can't solve the current situation. He is not a professional, drawing a talisman, spitting blood, or sacrificing some kind of magic weapon, reciting two verses, he can drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters, and evil spirits will be dispersed. As the so-called dead poor Dao is not as good as dead Dao friends, in order to survive, there is no way to do a little bit.

But right now, it's still a bit unbearable for him to kill people directly. After all, the yellow-haired people are not bad, and they are also very filial to their families, so they can fight for it.

However, no matter what, he can't follow "Yellow Hair" anymore. Obviously, the other party is trying to lead him into a trap.

It's just that if he stops now, the other party will definitely be exposed, and maybe there are accomplices around. Except for the gun factor, he is completely at a disadvantage to Huang Mao. Whether it is strength or physical strength, he is at a disadvantage in terms of experience in fighting and brawling, not to mention that the other party still has a mountain opening knife.

Therefore, there must be a reasonable reason for not startling the snake.

"Ahh

When passing by a vacant cell, Zhang Peng suddenly screamed, bent down, touched the position of his ankle, frowned, and looked pained.

"What's wrong?" Huang Mao turned his head blankly and asked.

"It's time to find a room to rest." Zhang Peng said.

"Oh." Huang Mao nodded in response. The expression on that face was a little stiff, like that of the walking dead.

Zhang Peng slammed open the rusted iron bar, limped into the cell, and then sat down on the edge of the stone bed.

"Liuzi, help guard the door, I'll rub it for a while, and I'll be able to move." He put down his backpack and said to "Yellow Hair".

"Okay." Huang Mao answered, walked mechanically to the door, and looked outside.

Zhang Peng seemed to be casual and threw the glow stick in the middle of the cell. In this position, the glow stick can illuminate a large area in case the "yellow hair" suddenly flares up. He pretended to rub his legs, thinking quickly in his heart about how to solve the crisis in front of him.

Thinking about it carefully, that day in the library, he used Xiaotian's eye technique to break the illusion of evil spirits. So the spirit of the Parkway, a week of operation, into water.

There was a dim blue light in his eyes, and the moment he looked at Huang Mao, his heart twitched.

I saw a dark blue skeleton lying on the back of the yellow hair. The skeleton was dressed in tattered robes, and its eye sockets emitted a faint blue light. Its bony hands gripped Yellow Fur's shoulders, and its head was close to its ears, as if whispering in his ear.

Zhang Peng took a deep breath, stabilized the fear in his heart, forced himself, and continued to think about countermeasures.

How to exorcise the possessed evil spirits, he did not know. Therefore, he can only look for clues from his past memories.

Lao Huangpi once said that people with active minds are generally not possessed, while simple-minded people are easily possessed.

From this, it can be inferred that the evil spirit does not directly replace the target's mind and thus control the target's body. Otherwise, it has nothing to do with Satoshi being not smart. As for the question of whether the willpower is strong, he can say very responsibly that Lao Niu is much more determined than him. You must know that Ding Dahui, who is known as the Red Star Little Yellow Gai, is the best candidate for the bitter meat plan. Can a person who is not strong-willed endure pain?

Therefore, the success rate of possession has nothing to do with willpower, but with IQ.

Then, it can be preliminarily judged that the evil spirit cannot directly control the target. It may be the use of means similar to hypnosis, induction, psychological suggestion, etc., to achieve the purpose of control.

Also, when Lao Niu was recruited last time, there are three details that can be used as evidence.

First, the control of evil spirits is intermittent, and the old cow is normal for a while, and abnormal for a while. This means that the spirit cannot maintain control over the target at all times.

Second, when they left, Lao Niu was watching "Sailor Moon" in the house. In other words, people who are possessed by evil spirits still maintain their own preferences. Further, the parties still have a certain sense of autonomy.

Third, from beginning to end, Lao Niu did not feel that he was possessed or controlled, and did not have any uncomfortable memories. In other words, the process of possession was not painful, and the evil spirit did not go against the will of the person concerned.

Based on the above factors, the possession control of evil spirits is very similar to hypnosis.

Suppose that Yellow Fur is possessed by an evil spirit, but he himself is not aware of it. So, under the guidance of evil spirits, he led his companions to the trap.

Plus, there's one more detail. When Huang Mao was pointed at the gun just now, he looked very nervous and scared.

Well, three guesses can be made.

Or, Huang Mao's self-consciousness is still there, and he is afraid of death; Or, Huang Mao's instinct to fear death has affected the evil spirits; Or, if the possessed target dies, the evil spirit will also be affected.

These three points, no matter which point, can illustrate a key problem - it is afraid of guns.

Finally, according to his observations, people who are possessed by evil spirits will become sluggish and their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. Otherwise, the two Li Chunsheng can't beat an old cow, and they still talk about catching alive. In terms of pure force, Cai Mao and Sima Yi will never be Huang Gai's opponent.

In this way, his chances are still quite large.

"Sixth son, come and help me." Zhang Peng shouted at Huang Mao.

"Oh." The yellow fur walked over with a numb expression. But just as he walked into the house, three or four meters away from the stone bed, Zhang Peng suddenly stared, pulled out a pistol, and pointed it at him!

Peng...... Brother Peng, you ...... ...... are you" was pointed at the muzzle of the black hole, Huang Mao's face turned pale with fright, and he even stammered when he spoke.

"Liuzi, you'd better not move. My marksmanship is very accurate, and I can hit a fly flying by a hundred meters. Zhang Peng said seriously. But this is definitely blown, and even the sharpshooters of the Olympics can't do it. Anyway, Huang Mao doesn't know anything about firearms, so he can fool as much as he wants.

Huang Mao really believed it, and under the drive of instinct, he didn't dare to move.

"I don't care what you are...... Zhang Peng narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "But I know that as long as the possessed object dies......" he suddenly shouted, "You will die too!" Then the trigger was pulled.

"Bang!"

The yellow hair fell in response. In Zhang Peng's sight, the dark blue skeleton lying on the other party's body turned into a streamer and flew out.

Zhang Peng couldn't help but smile and scolded, "Fight with my brother, you are still tender." ”

Just now, he combined a number of factors and decided to use false words to intimidate. The moment he fired, the muzzle of his gun was deflected, and he shot diagonally towards the passage outside the door, preventing the bullet from ricocheting in all directions in the enclosed space, accidentally injuring himself and Huang Mao.

Huang Mao was not shot and fell, but fainted in fright. Then, he used the water in the kettle to wake up the yellow hair.

"Where is this, why are you here?" Huang Mao looked at Zhang Peng blankly and asked. He also thought he was asleep and had been dreaming.

"You were possessed by something unclean, and I helped you get rid of it." Zhang Peng said.

Yellow hair blinked dryly, as if he couldn't remember. But he is simple-minded, and he naturally believes whatever Zhang Peng says.

"I ...... Was I really possessed just now? Huang Mao touched his face, and there was fear in his eyes.

"Hmm." Zhang Peng nodded seriously, and then said, "You carefully recall, how did you fall asleep just now, did you have any strange feelings?" ”

"Hmm......" Huang Mao frowned, thought for a while, and said, "I...... I seemed to hear someone whispering in my ear, but I couldn't remember what was said. That feeling is like sleepwalking...... Huang Mao patted his head hard and said, "Yes, it's sleepwalking!" ”

"Forget it, don't think about it, find a way to leave." Zhang Peng said.

"Huh." Huang Mao got up from the ground, wet all over.

With Huang Mao opening the way, Zhang Peng is much more comfortable. There are people in front of you, so you don't have to worry about something popping up suddenly.

"Gollum ......"

Just as he was thinking, several figures suddenly appeared in the cell in front of him. The flashlight shone through, and it was full of living corpses. I saw Huang Mao take out the mountain opening knife, step on the water, rush up directly, and cut off the head of the first one with one knife.

Zhang Peng shines a flashlight in the back to provide illumination. With yellow hair, bullets can save a lot. In the blink of an eye, Huang Mao had eliminated a few living corpses. It seems that I usually cut a lot of people, and I have practiced it.

"Yes." Zhang Peng praised.

"Brother Peng, don't point the gun at me, be careful of misfire." Huang Mao said with a little pain, Zhang Peng held a flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other.

"Haha, I'm covering you......" Zhang Peng smiled awkwardly, closed the safety of the pistol, and inserted the armed belt in the back of his waist.

The two continued to explore forward, and as time went on, they found more marks that they had left before. Little by little, the map opens up, and the direction becomes more and more correct.

About half an hour later, a special passage appeared ahead.

The passage on this side of the cell was square at the top, but this passage was arched, just like the one they entered. Obviously, it's connecting other areas.

"Found it!" Yellow fur exclaimed excitedly.

"Let's go!" Zhang Peng shook the flashlight and signaled to move forward.

The two of them walked a short distance along the arched passage, and suddenly there was a very spacious passageway, or room, in front of them.

"Snort......" Huang Mao took out the incendiary stick, unscrewed the waterproof cover, burned it with a dagger, and threw it out.

The bright red light of the fire suddenly lit up the surroundings.

"Ahh Huang Mao seemed to be frightened by the scene in front of him, and involuntarily exclaimed. And Zhang Peng's eyes widened, with a shocked expression.

Wooden frames, wooden chairs, wooden horses, shackles, iron chains, braziers, copper pots, soldering irons......

and hundreds of corpses. They are male and female, with different shapes, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are young and beautiful, well-preserved, and lifelike, as if they have entered a wax museum.

There are rows of rusted torture instruments hanging on the walls, all kinds of things, some have seen and some have not seen, hundreds and thousands, shocking......

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