In the middle of the night, she threw the scalpel violently and sat down on the ground.

Ji Canghai immediately turned around and stared at the gate vigilantly.

I quickly helped her up and whispered, "What's the situation?"

Chen Jiayan was trembling all over, and his words were not good: "This, this is not a corpse! He's not dead!"

it!

This sentence is tantamount to a thunderbolt from the sky.

I've seen countless corpses, and this is obviously a dead man!

Chen Jiayan swallowed his saliva and pinched himself with one hand, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

At this moment, Chen Jiayan's fingers trembled slightly.

"Someone's coming!"

Chen Jiayan's words shocked me.

Ji Canghai took out the hemp rope from his pocket and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to fight?"

"Hide first."

I don't know anything at the moment, there's no point in fighting.

I looked at it and pointed to the white chemical vat behind me.

"Hide behind!"

Ji Canghai carried Chen Jiayan upside down, jumped up, and landed in a piece of debris.

I followed and grabbed a linoleum cloth from the side and covered us completely.

At this time, a large group of people walked in one after another.

I was especially glad that there was no head-on confrontation, and there were at least dozens of people in this room, all of whom were strong men one meter and eight meters away.

Zhang Shaoshan, who was dressed in a white suit, also mixed in the team.

Several sacks were thrown to the ground with a muffled thud.

Zhang Shaoshan pouted at the people around him, and everyone flashed out of the way, and a bald man with dark skin who was not tall walked out.

The man was half-draped in a robe, with his left shoulder exposed to the air, and his right hand holding a stone mortar for pounding garlic, which looked a little strange.

"It's Azan."

Ji Canghai lowered his voice very low: "This is what I told you before, the master who raised ghosts in Nanyang."

Chen Changming's handwriting is big enough! I was stunned and invited people from far away in Nanyang.

Soon, the sack was untied, and several people rolled out of it.

"Buzzing ......"

The crane next to it suddenly began to work, and the four people were hoisted up by the five flowers.

Azan gave Zhang Shaoshan a look, and Zhang Shaoshan skillfully took out the boning knife from his arms and soaked it in oil.

At this time, an extremely strange timbre came out of Azan's mouth, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched.

"Remove the cloth."

Azan's Chinese is awkward, but he can barely hear clearly: "If the voice is not loud, Shiva will not be able to redeem these sinful bodies."

The moment the linen cloth in the mouths of several people was torn off, the begging for mercy and angry scolding were intertwined, and even worse, they peed their pants directly.

Azan stopped chanting and shook his head with a little regret, "Unclean body, Shiva don't."

"Poof!"

Zhang Shaoshan casually raised a knife and stabbed it directly into the heart of the man.

The man didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy, kicked his leg a few times, and was hung in the air like a dead fish, and there was no more sound.

Ji Canghai's joints clicked, and I pressed him: "Don't be impulsive."

"Let's find out who you really are."

With a word, Zhang Shaoshan took out the list from his arms and pointed it from left to right.

"Lin Hu, thirty-two years old."

……

I suppressed my anger and listened carefully.

All three are young adults, the youngest is 27 years old and the oldest is 32 years old.

Azan nodded with satisfaction, took the boning knife in Zhang Shaoshan's hand, and ripped off Lin Hu's clothes with one hand.

He slapped Lin Hu on the back a few times as if he were picking pork belly at the market.

"Yes, it's a good piece of material."

"It starts with you."