In the gloomy wooden house, a faint smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, and her eyes were cold.

Old woman, you used living sacrifices to refine and carrion soil to raise corpses, but you didn't expect such a day, the cycle of heavenly principles, and there will be retribution.

You would never have thought that after death, I would be skinned and sacrificed to my bones, and ten thousand ants would eat my heart, and my flesh and blood would be separated.

The light flashed, the woman regained her countenance, her smile was gone, the door at the back of the house was open, and she turned away.

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Three thousand hands cracked a crack, the dark soil was scattered in the wind, and the air was filled with the smell of carrion mixed with blood. He lowered his waist and swept away the layers of black soil with his right hand, and below the stratum, about five centimeters, was a layer of snow-white soil.

He was right, the grass in front of the house was covered with rotting corpse soil, and below it was a layer of dry lime. Rotting soil is used to erode and improve the constitution of corpses, and lime is used to embalm corpses.

This is only the most preliminary way of sacrificing corpses, and the follow-up process is not something that a character of his level can understand, and even Hongliang, as a high priest, will not master this set of corpse raising and corpse control techniques.

The secret method of the witch corpse originated from the earliest ancestors of the Jiuli tribe, and then introduced to Shuofang, and finally entered the Miao River, which has been lost for more than 1,000 years. If it weren't for those gifted witch geniuses in history, who had reached the cultivation of the Great Witch and could comprehend and study it deeply, no one would have known this kind of evil art at all.

Zhu Beichen's eyes were full of doubts and incomprehension, the black soil was wrapped in lime, it was time-consuming, what did Tong Jia Muqiu's disciple want to do.

"Refining corpses!" "It's just that what I don't know is whether she succeeded or not, and how many bones she sacrificed." Sanqian's expression was shocked, and his voice trembled, "Let's go into the house and take a look, the soil here is still flat, it should be someone who tidies it regularly, she should still be alive." Then he added worriedly, "You follow me, and you don't touch anything in the house." ”

As he spoke, Sanqian took out two sets of snow-white thick gloves and threw them to Zhu Beichen. The gloves are sterilized with alcohol, soaked in a secret potion for a whole year, and then exposed to the sun for 100 days after being taken out, and finally sprinkled with realgar powder, placed in a safety bag to extract air, and taken out when used.

Sanqian herself is not very sure whether such an isolation method can effectively prevent something, she has been exiled here for forty years, if she really stepped into the door of the Great Witch, ordinary anti-Gu methods are indeed ridiculous and shameless in her opinion, and she can't prevent it at all.

The door of the wooden house is hidden, the door panel is eroded, and there are more than a dozen cracks on the door, large and small, and individual traces are more like the effect of claw marks scratching on the door. Zhu Beichen didn't dare to hold it up, and followed one meter behind Sanqian, always paying attention to the changes in his expression, and Sanqian's expression became more and more solemn.

The old gate was pushed halfway and was stuck. Fortunately, a hole that was pushed open was just enough for one person to enter sideways, and Sanqian took the lead in rushing in, and his dexterous body suddenly disappeared in the dim background of the inner room.

This is even the advantage of being short, he is as flexible as a monkey, which made Zhu Beichen angry, you kid can't wait for me, as soon as you enter, you can't see your five fingers, in case you encounter something dirty again, who will protect me.

He tried to call a few times, but the three thousand seemed to evaporate in an instant after entering, and there was no response. The house has an area of more than 100 square meters, but it is not so good as the sound insulation.

In desperation, he had no choice but to walk in lightly. When you step into the house, the soles of your feet feel like you're stepping on soft soil, but they feel like you're sticking to bubble gum when you lift your feet again, which is quite strenuous.

The stench of the soles of his shoes hit, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose, it was still the smell of the decay of the corpses of the previous creatures, and maybe even the smell of erosion after the dissolution of human corpses.

The wooden roof is partially hollowed out and irregularly shaped, and the white clouds are faintly visible on a sunny day, and the light from the outside world is faintly isolated, and the light that peeks into the house is extremely dark.

After a few more steps, drop after drop of liquid dripped from the top of the room from time to time, hitting Zhu Beichen's face, neck, and upper shoes. The liquid was cold and thick, and in the dim light, he couldn't tell what this moisture was, and his voice didn't dare to hold up, and he called softly, but Sanqian still didn't respond.

Walking on a ground, the peel and grass roots were scattered all over the ground, and Zhu Beichen was stepping on a piece of charred black gray soil in the shape of a human, which was still attached to the high temperature a few hours ago, and now it has cooled.

There should be a lighter in his pocket, he sighed that he didn't open up in time, and hurriedly took it out, the more it was almost completely dark, the more depressed his mood became, and his thinking would become sluggish.

The dark red flame lit up in front of him, and the flame from the lighter covered a limited area, illuminating only one square meter of the surrounding environment. The darkness around him seemed to swallow up the light, and the flames were quickly suppressed, and the remaining light was barely enough to see his five fingers.

The situation is not right, there is a problem with the layout of this house, he has experienced many supernatural things before, how could Zhu Beichen not be enlightened, the changes in the house are too obvious, the momentum of swallowing fire is too fast, and there is a formation in the house, isolating the light source and the sound waves.

Bang dang!

The back of his head hit something, the collision was not violent, there was basically no furniture in the house, and behind him was the route he had just advanced, and there was nothing! The thing in the back of the head should be in the air, and it will bounce off immediately after touching it.

Half a second later, there was another collision, clang!

Swayed back again, Zhu Beichen quickly turned around, and under the rapid movement, the lighter in his hand was instantly extinguished. His heart was pounding, his heart was almost heavier than ever, and he couldn't even hit the lighter with a few hits.

The object that bounced back was close to Zhu Beichen's entire face, he didn't know what it was, the skin and flesh on his face felt that the object was cold, and there was a faint smell of medicine floating faintly, or the smell of medicine mixed with rotten meat.

His eyes widened with horror, and his right hand was desperately lit with a lighter. Nima, don't drop the chain at the critical moment, you hurry up and give me a light. He held his position and flipped the switch several more times.

The light was instantaneous, and the flames finally appeared.

What's it, a black patch, stuck too close? As soon as he moved his head away to adjust his perspective for observation, the whole picture of things was fully displayed, and he was not immediately scared to pee.

Nima, is Resident Evil a real-life version? In front of me was obviously a hanging head, not an empty skull, but a flesh-and-blood human head with eyes still wide open.

If it weren't for the fact that the head was hanging in the air and had no body, it would make people wonder if it was a living person.