In a cold underground church, with lightning overhead, and a group of ghosts and corpses worshipping at a soul-gathering bowl in front of you, what is the first thing you think of in this situation? That's right, that's running, whoever doesn't run is a grandson. However, just when the fat man and I were about to run towards the escape route pointed out by Uncle Li, a scene that happened in an instant just kept our footsteps:

The Soul Bowl containing Leng Qifeng's soul slowly rose up and began to drift, until it floated to the southeast corner of the church, then stopped, and began to spin wildly, and then, the shock wave that made our blood surge and almost vomit blood just now hit again, and the fat man and I hurriedly lay on the ground to avoid the limelight, while Uncle Li stared at the Soul Bowl tightly with a painful face.

And with the frantic rotation of the Soul Gathering Bowl, the black soil under the Soul Gathering Bowl was like being hit by a drill bit at high speed, and it was thrown in the blink of an eye, revealing the cement floor covered by the black soil. The Soul Bowl was still spinning wildly, and gradually created a nebula-like vortex on the concrete floor, which grew larger and larger, gradually expanding into a large vortex with a diameter of about 1 meter, constantly emitting steaming clouds, like a mysterious wormhole.

At this time, Mo Fei got two very drum sticks from nowhere, and began to knock on a sarcophagus, the sarcophagus does not know what texture it is, although the sound of the knocking is not as strong as the leather drum, but it is more penetrating, and it does not disperse for a long time in this confined space, which is really very strange.

And the ghosts and corpses had completely fallen into a state of almost drug-addicted madness, and they all danced a stiff, shadow-like dance to the beat of the drum, and walked step by step towards the whirlpool.

The fat man and I were completely shocked by this kind of scene, damn, I've seen people dance, I've seen demons (shemales) dance, but I haven't really seen ghosts dance, it feels like sitting on a mine and fighting the landlord, which is exciting and nervous, like stealing people.

"Uncle Li, what about them, why are they stunned?" The fat man asked Uncle Li in a low voice.

Uncle Li's face became more and more ugly, and the posture was like a snake getting into the crotch of his pants. It is said that I have been messing with Uncle Li for a while, this old guy stands on the broom on weekdays, net with a big tail eagle, it is rare to see him so gaffe, even when he dealt with Xiao Zhen's mother and son with his bare hands last time, the old guy was forced to even take off his pants to resist the enemy's damage move, and I didn't see him with such a desperate expression. My sense of foreboding came back to me.

"Uncle Li, please, just tell us the truth, what the hell is going on with all this, even if you die, we have to die to understand." I'm really in a hurry, at such a life-and-death juncture, what kind of ulterior secrets does Uncle Li have.

"They're doing a Japanese spiritualist dance." When Uncle Li said this, it seemed that it took a lot of effort.

"What's that, Japanese Soul Dance? Where the is this, could it be that these ghosts are all little Japan? No, I haven't heard that Jianxing Hotel is a Sino-Japanese joint venture. The fat man became interested, and began to spread hysteria again, and his mouth was full of nonsense.

"Don't you notice what's different about this tunnel?" Uncle Li sighed and asked me and the fat man, "This is not a basement or an air-raid shelter, but an underground military built by the Japanese army invading China." ”

Oh, the fat man and I were taken aback, no wonder we felt the white handwriting on the wall when we climbed down the tunnel just now, and it was Japanese hiragana for a long time. However, how could the underground military of the Chinese Japanese army fall into the hands of Mo Feiming, and it would be changed into such an evil place.

"Child, forgive me for hiding it from you, in fact, the real task of our 17th group is not to watch the ghosts, but to clean up and arrest the lonely ghosts left in China by the Japanese invasion of China." Uncle Li looked at me apologetically, "Originally, I wanted to find a suitable time to tell you, it seems impossible, if you can get out alive, Lao Tian will tell you all this in detail." ”

Now I'm really a toad falling into the well, I don't understand. I'll go, aren't we the servants who watch the ghosts, why did we have anything to do with Little Japan again?

"It's too late to explain, you two will act when you see the opportunity, you can run if you can, but you really can't run...... That's fate. Uncle Li gritted his teeth and rushed over with his back to him.

Mo Feiming was still knocking on the sarcophagus mercilessly, and it seemed that he hadn't found Uncle Li who had rushed over to play with him.

Just as Uncle Li was about to run to Mo Feiming's side and took out a dagger that looked like crystal, and was about to stab Mo Feiming's spine, a face that also had one eye and a red eye suddenly came out of the hair on the back of Mo Feiming's head, and made a muffled voice: "Old friend, don't come to harm, hahaha......"

Uncle Li was stunned at first, and then his whole body began to twitch uncontrollably, and the crystal dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a loud bang, and a pair of eyes looked at that face incredulously: "You, are you an ink evil?" ”

"That's right, it's rare that you still remember me, why, you don't seem very happy to see me?" The ink devil's face was full of teasing expressions.

"You, you, aren't you being eaten by a demon?" Uncle Li is like a ghost, and he can't speak neatly.

"Yes, thanks to the ghost technique, I was able to recover this head and parasitize it on the dog, thanks to your Li family."

"However, even we don't know that there are ghosts of Japanese soldiers here, how did you find out?" Uncle Li looked suspicious, let me be a fat man secretly pinched a cold sweat, and said Uncle Li, you are really gossip, that old ghost is not a good bird at first glance, what do you have to talk to him, come back quickly.

"You officials are always superstitious about the intelligence information you have, thinking that the Jianxing Hotel is just a trick made by some unscrupulous businessmen who are obsessed with money to raise yin corpses, so they despise us, and think that you can find out the details by sending two hairy boys, right?" Mo Xizi showed a mocking smile, "You are still so ungrown, always self-righteous, but even your own daughter has become a victim. ”

"Don't say any more, let's settle the old accounts together today." Uncle Li's eyes were about to split, he took a step back, and walked up the Nine Palaces Bagua step like practicing boxing, twisting the spell with his hand, and chanting words in his mouth: "Reward the good wishes and sacrifice the five mountains, control the evil and help the right step on Kyushu." If you don't sacrifice the five mountains, you can't make a wish, and if you don't step on Kyushu, it's hard to become a gang. If you don't step on the Kyushu soldiers, you have to step on the Kyushu soldiers. Wind, fire, thunder and lightning, split! Uncle Li screamed, and saw that the lightning on the top of the church all gathered on Uncle Li's arm for a while, and pounced on the ink evil son like a fire dragon.

Seeing that the lightning stabbed like a spear, the red eyes of the ink demon son instantly conjured up a red mist-like shield, and wrestled with the spear that stabbed at him. At this time, the drumbeat of Mo Feiming became more and more urgent, and those ghosts and yin corpses who danced the soul dance like puppets jumped into the whirlpool one by one like dumplings.

"Dude, this seems to be a sacrifice, huh? And it's also a ghost sacrifice, I think, eighty percent of it is going to be dirty. The fat man seemed to see some clues, and he didn't have enough confidence to speak.

"Love is what comes out, anyway, we can't leave Uncle Li here alone to die." I gritted my teeth and glanced at the fat man again, meaning that you can't do it, if you can't do it, hurry up and flirt (run), right?

The fat man was not happy, and I bared my teeth with a punch: "Damn, what are you doing with Fei Ye, is Fei Ye the kind of villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and treacherous." Ah, I am an engineer of human souls, and I see that so many fallen souls need to be saved, can I walk away, how can I bear with it, comrade. ”

"I'll rub it, you're chattering, where are there so many pieces of soup talking about you." I'm angry and happy, there is such a thing around me, it does make people feel a lot at ease, perhaps, the fat man is born to be the kind of person who sticks a knife in his friend's ribs and is not afraid of his friend inserting his own two knives.

How can I have such a friend who will never abandon him. Fatty, if we can get out alive, I will definitely spend my life to repay you for this righteousness. Of course, many times in the future, when I think of this oath I made at the beginning, I can't wait to slap my big mouth, having friends like this will really make you feel painful, especially when you soak horses!

At this moment, the drumming of Mo Fei's death as fast as a rain stopped abruptly, and those bloody corpses, fools and other things also jumped into the whirlpool, and for a while, the empty underground military fortifications were left with Mo Feiming, who was leaning on the sarcophagus and almost collapsed, and still posing for a duel, like Otma vs. Uncle Li and Mo Evil of the opposite sex, as well as the fat man and me who couldn't wake up for a while.

At this time, Mo Xizi opened his mouth: "Old friend, the main drama is about to start, don't you want to see how history repeats itself with your own eyes?" ”

Uncle Li trembled and slowly withdrew the lightning spear. At this time, a scene that made me and the fat man unable to erase our memories in our lives happened:

I saw a hand with dry brown skin clinging to the bone emerge from the whirlpool, and grabbed the edge of the whirlpool, pulling it out hard. Then, a skull wearing a steel helmet emerged, its eyes and mouth covered with sand, and it spilled to the ground as its head struggled outward. In a moment, a dried corpse in a steel helmet and a dirty military uniform that looked like a skull frame crawled out of the whirlpool and stood motionless in front of us, and then a second dry corpse identical to it crawled out, a third, a fourth......

After a while, nearly 100 corpses wearing steel helmets and military uniforms stood neatly in front of us.

How do I look at these dried corpses with the fat man, and if you look closely, hey, I'll go, with a five-star steel helmet, a "Showa 5 style" red charter, a Meiji 30-year ammunition box, and cowhide cold-proof boots, isn't this the standard equipment of Japanese soldiers in World War II? You are an immortal, where did so many Japanese corpses come out? Earthquake? Plate movements? Or, because we trespassed on the forbidden military land, these dry corpses are coming? This is also wicked, right?