"Be your team? What do you mean? Are there any benefits? Can you teach me how to hold dreams? "Shaman Dao.

Zhou Zhou nodded again and again.

The shaman looked at him through the ceramic mask with a facial expression, and suddenly changed his words and said, "After I torture you, I can still ask for a way to support your dreams." Why should you be a member of any team? ”

"When you become a member of my team, you have a cure for leprosy." Zhou Zhou did not relent.

"I've found a way. It's about to succeed. The shaman replied.

Zhou Zhou lowered his head and thought about it, then raised his head and said, "Do you have anything you need?" This compass will point to what you want most. Even if you're not sure for yourself. ”

As he spoke, Zhou Zhou handed the compass to the shaman. The shaman took the compass, and the compass pointed to Zhou Zhou.

The shaman changed several directions, but the compass still pointed to Zhou Zhou.

So the shaman looked him up and down for a moment, and then suddenly drew a scimitar from the parchment scroll on the table, and slashed it like a horse.

Zhou Zhou watched in horror as a ray of light slashed across the upper half of his body and across his lower body, splitting his clothes into two large rags.

Two thin curly hairs hung from the tip of the knife.

"You! You! It's crazy! Zhou Zhou covered his lower body and screamed like a woman.

Since the last time he experienced the toilet door incident in the world of Witch Carrie, Zhou Zhou has shown that he has the potential to be an exhibitionist.

————————You're trying to force me to the point of no return!"

The shaman pointed at Zhou Zhou with a scimitar, forcing Zhou Zhou to take two steps back and step out of his clothes.

Then the shaman circled around the clothes, and now the compass was still pointing in the direction of Zhou Zhou, so he pointed his knife at Zhou Zhou and ordered in a crisp voice: "Bend down and cock your ass." ”

Zhou Zhou endured the humiliation, crying and raising his hips at the shaman.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Zhou Zhou said indignantly.

"I suspect you have something on you that can attract Sinan."

Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes and said, "The compass was pointing at you just now." You're hiding something from you!"

The shaman ignored him, examined his asshole carefully, and exited the tent.

After Zhou Zhou went out, he immediately found a robe from the tent and put it on.

Ten minutes later, the shaman returned with the compass.

"I agreed." The shaman said suddenly.

Zhou Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the voice of the main god suddenly sound: "Invite the drama ** shaman to join the red blood cell team, and deduct the D-level side plot." ”

Immediately, Zhou Zhou saw the shaman make a gesture of listening, so Zhou Zhou asked, "Did you hear it too?" ”

The shaman was distracted for a moment, then nodded and said, "The Lord God has transmitted all the relevant information to my mind. Our main quest is to help a guy named Marcus capture William, right? William is locked up in my crypt. Just give him to Marcus and the mission is done, right? ”

Zhou Zhou nodded again and again.

"Then let's go see William. It just so happens that I still have a real yàn that needs to go there. As he spoke, the shaman took a jar from the corner and stepped out of the yurt.

"Hey. Can you give me some pants first? Also, your name won't be called Shaman. ”

"That's right. The pants are in the tent, you can find them yourself. ”

Saying that, the shaman went straight away, Zhou Zhou quickly put on his pants and chased out, and at this moment there were already people in and out of the yurt group. The two guards who had escorted Zhou Zhou were drinking ghee and staring at Zhou Zhou with vigilant eyes.

Zhou Zhou walked straight to the guards and motioned for them to open the shackles.

After the guards opened the shackles, Zhou Zhou immediately dodged the butter tea and drank two sips, pressed down the transformed **, and took a step to chase after the shaman.

At the inside of the cave prison, Zhou Zhou met the shaman and the guards who followed her.

They were standing at the door of a cell with a girl of about eighteen years old, sick and lying on a straw pile. Zhou Zhou recognized her as the girl who had been held in the prison car before.

Her clothes were fairly neat, but her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and her face was covered with beads of sweat.

"How long has she been on the medicine?" The shaman asked the guard.

"We're still on the way here, so we fed her." The guard replied.

The shaman motioned for the guards to open the door, then walked in with the jar and Zhou Zhou.

The shaman walked up to the girl in three or two steps, crouched down, and pulled out a leather glove from her robe. The leather gloves were large and thick, and were clearly used as a tool for walking eagles. She put her gloves on, uncovered the jar, and then reached in and pulled out a spider.

There are no cats on the spider, and the black carapace flows with a dangerous sheen.

The shaman lifted the girl's sleeve and placed the spider on the girl's delicate arm. The spider immediately bit the girl's arm, and the girl immediately began to convulse and began to vomit mucus.

The shaman hurriedly retreated, but did not exit the cell, but observed closely.

The girl twitched, then suddenly paused, froze, and the slime that had been applied to her body solidified and swelled into filaments, wrapping her in a cocoon.

"What are you making? Spider-Man? Zhou Zhou said.

The shaman nodded and replied, "Don't you think that's pretty?" ”

After another hour or so, the cocoon suddenly cracked a crack, and then many fingers, at least thirty fingers, stretched out from the gap, squirming, pulling hard, and the cocoon burst open.

A monster with six hands, six eyes, and terrifying mouthparts with wet slime on its body appeared.

The shaman immediately smashed the monster's head with the scabbard of his scimitar. The monster fell to the ground with a pop, its mouthparts receded, its arms retracted, and its six eyes closed, turning around and hiding.

Soon, the eighteen-year-old girl just now returned.

The shaman crouched down, put his hand to the girl's mouth, and gently cut a small cut in the palm of his hand with a scimitar, and blood dripped on the girl's mouth.

The girl opened her mouth and took a bite on the shaman's hand, biting off a piece of flesh fiercely.

The shaman pulled his hand out with all his might, stood up, staggered back two steps as if drunk, and removed the ceramic mask from his face.

I saw that the lips that were originally lost began to grow little by little, and the one-eye, which was originally blind, began to regain its vitality little by little. The nose, which was originally only two holes, began to grow a lot of flesh buds, and eventually formed a small nose.

Zhou Zhou looked at the shaman's normal face, and was a little surprised for a moment.

The shaman's face looks the same as her voice, very girl-next-door, it should be said that the school flower girl-next-door.

Eyelashes are thick and the eyes are elongated. A small nose, a slender nose, and an incredibly small mouth.

Wearing homespun clothes from the 80s, it is like a rural village flower. Wearing a small suit and skirt, it looks like a pure little white collar.

The shaman had just regained his normal face, and suddenly showed a surprised expression, and his eyes bent with a smile.

"Mingxin bloodline, reward D-level side plots." The shaman whispered to Zhou Zhou.

At this moment, a Mongolian soldier suddenly ran into the cell, bowed down to the shaman, and said, "Lord Shaman, there is a force coming up the mountain. The two scout brothers are dead. It's Marcus's Knights of Dusk. ”

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