After evading the Taliban's mercury-like psychic probes, the two pushed open the door and entered a hookah parlor, followed by six desert thieves carrying heavy sacks. No one gave them a second look.

The shisha parlor in Canyon City is basically similar to a dance hall in the real world. The leisure and entertainment of thieves and robbers, and of course some illegal activities, will be carried out here, the main thing is the sale of stolen goods, and secondly, there are various pastimes.

Aruf ostensibly made quite strict laws with reference to the other chiefs, but the other chiefs made laws for the sake of peace, while his laws were for the purpose of imposing taxes or fines, paying less for misdemeanors and more for felonies, and that's it.

Muslim dogmas in the Arab world prohibit female gambling, but in the city of the Canyon they are common. As long as they pay enough money, the city guards will naturally turn a blind eye, but these things cannot be done in the open, so almost every hookah will have a vast basement underneath, in which dirty, playing with women, and smoking marijuana. Drinking, gambling money, and so on.

The shisha parlour that Fang Lin and his party entered was the largest shisha parlour in the city of the canyon - of course, you can call it an exchange/casino/yard/stolen goods store/bar. The six desert thieves were greeted with heavy sacks on their backs. Although the sacks still had traces of blood spilled and dried, none of these things mattered to the greedy guys at the hookah, the only thing that mattered was the value of the goods.

After entering the door, naturally someone came to catch and welcome Fang Lin's group of big buyers in, no matter what, the kung fu on the surface must be done well, just like even if no one hunts and kills, cockroaches and rats don't like to run on the road in broad daylight. Fang Lin deliberately fell behind, and stood still as he walked into the wide basement. The psychic probe quickly stretched out. I found that the basement of this shisha parlor is spacious, at least nearly 500 square meters. And because of the connivance of the official forces, there is no need to worry about "sweeping", so in order to facilitate management and monitoring, there is no way out at all, there is only such an import and exit, which is really quite in line with my own wishes.

Fang Lin diligently made friends with the four big men who guarded the door, and it seemed that he was no different from those sand thief leaders who wanted to inquire about the current price and hoped to sell it for a good price. Therefore, no one noticed that Fang Lin found a big man, and the big man's body suddenly shook, and his eyes changed from contempt to sluggishness! In just ten seconds, the four people guarding the door were already Fang Lin's loyal puppets!

And Fang Lin can be regarded as reaching the limit at this time, he has already controlled more than ten people at this time, even if he can support it in terms of mental power, but if you think about it, the memories of more than ten people have poured into your mind in a short period of time, even if it is just a fragment of memory, it is strange that ordinary people are not schizophrenic, even if Fang Lin is perverted, he also feels very difficult. However, if he needs to fight fiercely with people at this time, he will immediately absorb the soul energy of the five people, and he can also return to his peak state.

The Taliban's psychic power is detected about once every one to two hours. Therefore, during this period of time, Fang Lin and the others could let go. A thin black man in charge of selling stolen goods in the hookah parlor saw the big customers, and with a smile on his face, let them into a separate room - this kind of "trade secret" about the purchase price of dirty goods is still known in the hookah parlor.

"What are you going to sell? Don't hide it when you get here, take it out quickly. The thin black man was impatient with the hookah pot banging on the table.

Of course, the puppets couldn't speak, and the two bodyguards beside the thin black man looked obviously impatient, and directly snatched a sack from the shoulder of a sand thief next to him, and dumped it with a bang!

The people in the hookah were dumbfounded, and anger and ridicule immediately surged in their hearts.

The sack was full of bags of sand and stones!

They were just about to speak, when the remaining puppet sand thieves who had been controlled dumped the sack together. There was a clatter, and the sand and stones filled the table, seeping into half of the room. In a fit of rage, the two bodyguards pulled out their guns and just wanted to fire. Two blinding white arcs flashed out of thin air in the room, breaking his arm alive! The two of them were about to scream miserably, when two electric currents flashed out again and blew their heads to pieces, splashing red and white on the wall!

As soon as the thunderer stretched out his hand, he pulled the thin black man who was so frightened that he couldn't even say half a word, took off his chin, and then flipped his palm, and he had already stuffed something into his mouth! You can quickly see that a semicircular bulge quickly slid down the throat of this thin black man and sank into his abdomen!

The creature's eyes widened suddenly, and he let out a sharp cry, his cry full of twisted pain and despair. Falling on the table and convulsing and twisting, his belly was already suddenly enlarged, and it was uneven inside, like a balloon rising and falling sharply, as if there were thousands of earthworms twisting and wriggling in it, as if it was about to burst out at any moment. In his mad agony, he devoured the sand and gravel on the ground, as if it would alleviate his suffering.

The thin black man's mouth suddenly opened to the limit,

Then, several shiny black and shiny beetles "pounced" and crawled out of the man's eyes!

Scarab!

This is the seemingly weak and powerful A-rank item that was exchanged from the Blackstone Pharaoh!

The thunderer was very insidious, and after he saw that Fang Lin had bought a piece of this prop, he immediately followed suit and bought one.

The one in the Thunderer's hand had already been tested in the desert before. At this time, it was Fang Lin's one that was used!

Fifteen minutes later, the basement of the whole shisha parlor was filled with cries of terror and moans of pain! The people inside seem to be trapped in cages, waiting to be killed. Crazy howls tried to rush out, but the four big men guarding the portal locked the heavy gate with indifferent expressions, and wrapped a few iron chains around it.

Of course, the screams and screams inside will attract the attention of the outside, and the owner of the hookah parlor rushed down to the door with someone, but stood in a daze for a few seconds as if someone had knocked him head-on, and then turned around and waved his hand:

"It's okay, it's taken care of soon."

The city of the canyon was originally a place where crime was connived, and several corpses had to be dragged out of the city every day, and this hookah house that hid dirt and dirt was the largest in the city, and the official background was not weak, and it was common for black to eat black, although others were surprised, but who dared to say more than half a word? Just think that the side that is being eaten is not small, and it is more intense. When the people outside saw this, most of them got up and left, and the remaining few people wanted to see the excitement, but they were driven out by the boss viciously, and then closed the door and stopped doing business.

There was silence in the shisha hall, and it felt like a dead silence. Fang Lin and Lei Shi stood side by side, their faces looking quite serious, and the eyes of both of them were closed. The spiritual power is wonderfully connected! The basement of 300 square meters is completely covered!

The rumbling of helicopters was heard in the sky, and it was the Taliban who had come to patrol again! At this time, Fang Lin's intention of why he wanted to call the thunderer was reflected! The scarab beetle's division and proliferation not only requires a large amount of corpse flesh and blood, but also takes at least two hours! During this period, if Fang Lin was alone, then it would definitely not be possible to create an illusion with the scarab beetle's reproduction shield with spiritual power! And once the number of scarabs does not reach a certain level, it will not be able to threaten this huge city!

The Taliban's indifferent psychic probes scanned the area, but found nothing out of the ordinary. After all, Fang Lin and the Thunder Scholar joined forces, how powerful they were! Even though the Taliban is also a candidate for foolishness, he still can't see through the disguise of the two!

But if he was familiar with the city, he would have sensed that something was wrong with the closure of the largest shisha parlor. It's a pity that the Taliban can't reach Fang Lin's ability to store information like an electronic computer, so after circling twice in confusion, he flew away!

……

Forty minutes later, there was a thin, dull, and even more suffocating creeping sound in the sewers of Canyon City.

In the rancid darkness, there seemed to be a suppressed and dull moan of pain!

It's more like the intermittent screams of the female ghost who died of grievances in the legend!

Some poor beggars had nowhere to live, and could not escape the scorching sun, so they came here to hide. They were terrified at the sight of the voice. In the inky black underground sewage river, there seems to be a tide of danger surging wildly!

They tried to turn and run, but they found a number of small black shiny things suddenly falling from the top of their heads, surging under their skin, their hair standing on end, their mouths wide open, and let out a series of hoarse moans of horror, and slowly fell into the black, stinking water.

This is what Fang Lin single-handedly directed-the plague of beetles!

(To be continued)