Lin Fei'er also insisted on getting out of the car with us, and the fat man and I insisted on leaving her in the car.

The reason why she did this was for her safety, although Lin Fei'er was extraordinary, but after all, she didn't know anything about spells, and our opponents were some cult warlocks who had no humanity at all, once they started to do it, Lin Fei'er was undoubtedly a fish on the chopping board, to be slaughtered; The second is to leave a way out for ourselves, in case the fat man and I have never been to anyone else, and when we run away, Lin Fei'er can still drive to pick us up.

After persuading Lin Fei'er, the fat man and I put on our equipment, each of us held a cigarette, and walked towards the tents that were full of indescribable evil aura from the inside to the face.

When we walked to the nearest tent only five steps away, the fat man spit out the cigarette fart in his mouth and said loudly to the tent: "Since we have come, you should not pretend to be grandsons, come out and talk about it, we are all social people, what should we do." ”

This dead fat man really doesn't change his life, he treats these cult warlocks like the underworld, and his mouth is full of social scorns, knowing that this is a fight with the cult warlocks, and I don't know that I think it's a negotiation between this hooligan gang.

However, the fat man shouted at the tent for a long time, hey, no one spoke inside, and no one came out to fight.

Damn, this is too humiliating! Anyway, we are also the 72nd generation of the Maonan Taoist Mixed Yuan Sect, so you have to send someone to deal with us.

What is this, leave our little brothers here and ignore them, your uncle, you can kill and not humiliate (except if the female hooligan insults us, of course), what do you mean, you want to play psychological tactics with us, right? first provoked us first, and then took advantage of our impetuousness to kill us with one blow, and took us as **, to tell you, our brothers are old traitors, and iq took out the scales and weighed them more crab roe than you.

The fat man scolded the street for a long time, and those tents were still "turtles" and did not move, ho, this made the fat man so angry that he picked up the door cloth of the tent closest to us and went inside.

I secretly complained, this fat man, in the end, still lost a trick in psychological warfare, and fell into the enemy's agitation method.

However, I hurried behind the fat man to guard against him.

Inside the tent, there was a large bunk, and on the bunk, there were seven men in beige overalls, all of whom seemed to be sleeping deeply, and were deaf to me and the arrival of the fat man.

Laid out, there are messy galoshes and some shovels and pickaxes, everything looks like the scene of an ordinary exploration team.

But the strange thing is that above everyone's head, there is a small oil lamp that flickers on and off, the lamp body containing the lamp oil is very old, like copper, and it is also engraved with Yin lines like Sanskrit, and its shape looks quite Han Dynasty Western Regions style, and you know that it is a good thing at a glance.

It seems that the light coming from the tent we see from the outside comes from these oil lamps. However, how many years have passed, how can anyone still light oil lamps for lighting?

It's not a reason to say that this is a grassland, and the substation is far away. Because, just 500 meters away from here, there is a row of electric poles across the grassland, to illuminate, as long as you "mean" with the substation, eat a few meals, you can completely set up wires to lead the electricity over.

For a moment, both the fat man and I felt an indescribable strange aura.

"Kaizi, as soon as I entered here, why did I always feel cold at the root of my tail, what is it now?" The fat man looked at the men, then at me, swallowed and spat at me, and muttered to me.

I looked carefully at the men who were still asleep, and then looked around at the objects in the tent, and always felt that something was wrong, but for a moment I could not say.

Seeing that those men were as quiet as taking sleeping pills, they didn't look like cultists at all, and, until now, they hadn't shown the slightest intention of hurting us except for sleeping, since the situation was unknown, it was better to leave the place for the time being.

So, I waved my hand and motioned for the fat man to withdraw first.

Walking out of the tent and looking at the rest of the tents with unknown conditions, the fat man seemed to be a little deflated: "Kaizi, you won't look away, what kind of dad is stupid, are you nervous and scared yourself." ”

I was still wondering what was in the tent that made me think something was wrong there, so I simply responded to the fat man's suspicion: "Ah,." And what do you explain about the fog and the snakes just now? ”

When I asked, the fat man was also vague, after all, the black snake that almost killed us was not an illusion, if it was just a coincidence, do you believe it, anyway, I don't believe it, and the fat man won't believe it.

At this moment, Lin Fei'er drove up to us and got out of the car to ask us what was going on.

The fat man and I briefly explained the situation in the tent.

After hearing this, Lin Fei'er also frowned slightly (cu, four sounds, frowning), and was puzzled: "Could it be that this is a suspicious tactic, deliberately using her to attract our attention, and then cover another more important place?" ”

"Perhaps, if it is true as you say, then is the place where they are trying to prevent us from finding it the secret detention site of the detention team?" After listening to Lin Fei'er's analysis, I couldn't say anything for a while, so I had to make bold assumptions and carefully verify them.

"Okay, you two don't bother with brain cells, and you'll find out when you go to the tent and grab your tongue and come back." The fat man saw that Lin Fei'er and I racked their brains and couldn't figure out anything, so he volunteered to go to the tent to catch an exploration team member and come back to torture him.

"Don't." I hurriedly held down the fat man who was eager to try, for fear that he would jump into the tent and perform a full martial arts.

Since beating this Xu Yujing in the fat man's body, this dead fat man is like having ADHD, especially easy to do, and wants to solve everything by force, which is incompatible with the main theme of a harmonious society where we are very happy, we have dreams, and we are very chivalrous, and it is so sad.

You know, if those men are just ordinary people, once the fat man doesn't hurt anyone lightly or seriously, and the forensic doctor identifies that it is a minor injury, it is a criminal case, then we don't have to say anything, just go into the clinic and gnaw on the head of the nest with cabbage soup, and the sentence of one year of suspension and execution is considered a big advantage.

At the thought of gnawing on the nest, my mind suddenly opened, and I suddenly figured out why I always felt that something was wrong when I entered the tent just now, but I couldn't say it, yes, the tent was too clean, there was nothing to eat, and there was no trace of people living in it.

That tent was more like a lifeless tomb.

", something is wrong, let's go, let's go in and have a look." As soon as I dragged the fat man, I ran to the door of the tent in a few steps.

Walking into the tent, I looked at the men who were still sleeping, licked my dry lips, and reached out to touch the carotid artery of a man in his 30s closest to us......

As expected, the man's body was cold, his lead-gray skin was cold and stiff, and he had obviously been dead for a long time.

I didn't give up, and touched the carotid arteries of the second and third men, all of them without exception, cold corpses.

No wonder they were indifferent to the actions of me and the fat man, it turned out that they were all empty skins with lost souls and seven spirits.

But why are these corpses, which should have been in the freezer of the funeral parlor, or lying in the furnace of the crematorium, appear here, and are neatly arranged and lit with everlasting lamps, is all this an ancient method of sacrifice, or an evil spell that we don't yet understand?

After learning that those men were dead bodies, the fat man had already gone through many fierce battles before, although he was also a little surprised, but he didn't take it too seriously. And Lin Fei'er, as a senior agent of Group 17, has long been accustomed to dead people, so she didn't show much surprise.

However, after only a few moments, the three of us suddenly changed their faces: if these men were already dead, how could the herdsmen, including Aduqin's father and mother, see them in the exploration operations?

Could it be that the fat man and I looked at each other for a moment, and then peeked at the dead corpses, and a sense of foreboding appeared in our hearts: it seems that in this exploration team, there must be hidden cult members who are proficient in the evil art of exorcising ghosts and controlling corpses.

What is the magic of exorcism and corpse control? To put it bluntly, some cult warlocks fused the Xiangxi corpse exorcism technique with the head-lowering technique originating from Southeast Asia, first using the secret elixirs and spells in the Xiangxi corpse exorcism technique to refine the dead corpse into a quasi-zombie that could prevent decay, and then implanting the ghosts under its control into the dead corpse through cumbersome head-lowering methods. After that, the cult warlock can manipulate the ghosts in the dead corpse by chanting spells, using magic weapons and other means to dominate ** to do things that hurt heaven and reason.

Although this kind of exorcism and corpse control technique takes a long time, refining the secret elixir also requires a high cost, and most of the ghosts implanted in the dead corpse are cultivated by the cult warlock relying on their own essence and blood, once these ghosts are stimulated by the little residual spirituality in the dead corpse, they are likely to backfire the cult warlock, so the risk is still very great.

However, this is the same as drug trafficking, the profit is directly proportional to the risk, the greater the risk, the higher the profit, which is the meaning of the so-called wealth and risk.

The same is true of the evil art of exorcism and corpse control, although there are many risks, but once the ghost and the body implanted in the dead body are successfully "matched", then, the body seems to be yang again, although it is still a walking corpse, but the gestures, talking and eating are no different from ordinary people, so it is very confusing, and the cult warlock is taking advantage of the fact that these puppets are easy to hide people's eyes and ears, and they are driven to do some unseemly things.

Now, we have unexpectedly encountered these people's inhuman, ghostly and ghostly miscellaneous in this already weird and murderous stacking and killing array, which is really a feeling of adding insult to injury, and wanting to cry without tears.