In the following period, Pan Long told Milton in detail about what he had discovered during his infiltration.

To prove what he said, he pulled out a few manuals he had found in the basement.

Looking at the experimental records of the secret medicine on the manual, as well as the records related to the control of the "calamity", Milton's face turned blue and red for a while, and finally it was so gloomy that it seemed like it was about to thunder and rain.

These manuals are obviously a few years old, and it is not easy to fake. And some of the things mentioned in the manual, and some of the things that have happened in Holy Salt Town, can also match the number, and it can prove its authenticity and reliability.

There are these manuals as evidence, which is enough to prove Pan Long's words.

He took a few deep breaths before he calmed himself down and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"There are two ways to solve the problem. Pan Long said, "The first way is to see the move and resolve the contradiction." The second way is to ignore it and just kill the guy who created the problem. ”

He smiled slightly: "I'm not smart, and I don't have much power, if I want to fight wits with those old and cunning guys, I'm afraid I can't." So of course I can only use the second option. ”

Milton nodded, "Need our help?"

"No, you just have to take care of yourself. Pan Long said and pushed the door open, and as he walked out, he activated the "stealth" skill, and the figure gradually disappeared.

When Milton caught up, there was no trace of him.

Moments later, he came to the Sacred Prayer Hall.

The place was heavily guarded, and the soldiers were unsheathed and murderous one by one, as if they were ready to fight.

Pan Long ignored them, walked straight past them, and entered the prayer hall.

Soon, he found an old man who looked like a leader, especially listening to the voice of this old man, it was even more obvious that it was the person in the communicator last night.

He smiled, grabbed the old man, and his body suddenly accelerated, and at once he broke through the roof, leaping like a fly on the roofs of one house after another, and roaring away with him.

The old man looked panicked and looked overwhelmed. But when Pan Long led him to a small hill and opened his mouth to ask questions, he calmed down again.

"I've heard your voice. He said, "You're a student of Guda?"

"I've heard your voice too. "Since we both know who each other is, there's no need to go around in circles—I'm going to solve the problem of calamity, and you'd better come up with a plan for me, or I'll burn you to ashes." ”

The old man said: "Things are not so easy to solve, the research group of the year has long been disbanded, and everyone has gone their separate ways. We don't know where everyone else has gone, let alone what they're doing. ”

"Didn't they use their status as priests, as you did?"

The old man shook his head: "The establishment of a shelter in the name of 'prayer can resist calamity' can only be said to be a tacit understanding between all of us. But in reality we don't all turn to the clergy, and not every clergyman in the sanctuary is ours. ”

He smiled: "Perhaps there are many clergy who fantasize that as long as they pray sincerely, the gods of heaven will help them ward off calamity, and even take them to heaven after they die." ”

Pan Long frowned: "According to what you say, there is no way?"

"It's hard. The old man said very frankly, "Even if you choose to 'rather kill the wrong than let go', it may not work." Because maybe someone hasn't stayed in town at all, they've been in the research institutes in the wilderness—you can't find every one of them. ”

"Do you have a secret weapon to deal with the Calamity?" Pan Long asked, "Don't tell me that you made these ghosts, but you don't even have a way to deal with them!"

The old man shook his head: "The research on this thing first came from a special plant. The plant was afraid of salt, so salt was the original cure. But in the course of our research, at least I've been trying to figure out how to make it not afraid of salt. It took me about 10 years to find this solution. ”

He sighed: "In the original research team, I could only be considered average. Even with the addition of William, neither of us can be said to be better than others. What we can do, others can do. Even they may do it better than us. ”

Pan Long couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and asked, "Then you have nothing to do?"

The old man smiled bitterly: "I really can't do anything. When the research team was disbanded, the 'calamity' was basically out of control. ”

"At least the calamity around Holy Salt is under your control, right?"

"That's right. For the calamities in this vicinity were originally created by us. The old man nodded.

Pan Long took a deep breath and asked, "Then have you detected a way to find a guy like you who hasn't yet transformed?"

The old man shook his head: "How can we let others see through our cover? This is our biggest secret, and it's too late to cover it up." ”

"Then you at least know who you are involved in the research, right?"

The old man smiled sinisterly: "Why do you think that I will answer this question?"

He laughed sarcastically, "Do you think I don't understand your mind? Then I will tell you at most something inconsequential, really important intelligence, I will not say anything. ”

Pan Long sneered, and pointed his fingers, and the finger force pierced his arm.

The blood flowed out, but it only came out a little before it stopped.

This old man has already transformed himself into a calamity, and the reason why he has not transformed is only because it is broad daylight, and the sun is shining brightly, and once he transforms, he will be sunburned to death.

Even so, he still has some of the power of calamity. Let's say, this incredible resilience.

But it didn't work, because in the next moment, Pan Long cut off his head.

Faced with the threat of death, the old man was forced to transform into a giant tentacle.

He tried to escape underground, but Pan Long grabbed him and threw him into the air.

Under the strong sunlight, when he fell again, there were only ashes.

"It seems that I have found a way to find people like him. Pan Long smiled, "Although I can't dig up all the researchers, it's not bad to be able to dig out all the 'calamities' hidden in the crowd." ”

In the next few days, the upper echelons of Holy Salt Town, as well as those priests, everyone unknowingly suffered some minor injuries.

This injury is not big, it is nothing more than a small cut on the body. This level of injury is nothing to anyone, but there are some people who have died because of this small wound.

...... Their wounds heal so fast, so fast that they are not at all normal human levels.

For these people, Pan Long did not immediately rush to attack, but first burned it with fire and then scalded it, making sure that the wound burned by the fire recovered very slowly, and then killed the killer.

Sure enough, everyone who was killed turned into monsters and then turned into ashes in the sun.

In just three or four days, about half of the clergy and several high-ranking officials in Holy Salt Town had turned to ashes.

Without contacting anyone, Pan Long single-handedly carried out a purge of the town, with great results.