Chapter 171 Not completely dead

After a while, she threw the scalpel away and fell to the ground.

Ji Canghai turned around immediately and stared at the door warily.

I quickly helped her up and whispered, "What's going on?"

Chen Jiayan was shaking all over, and she couldn't speak clearly: "This, this is not a corpse! He is not dead!"

Damn it!

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue.

I have seen countless corpses, this is obviously a dead person!

Chen Jiayan swallowed her saliva, pinched herself hard with one hand, and her breathing gradually stabilized.

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

"somebody is coming!"

Chen Jiayan's words shocked me all over.

Ji Canghai took out the hemp rope from his pocket and asked in a low voice: "Should I fight?"

"Hide first."

I don't know what's going on right now, so there's no point in fighting.

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

"Hide behind!"

Ji Canghai carried Chen Jiayan upside down, jumped up, and landed among the debris.

I followed closely and grabbed a piece of linoleum from the side, covering the three of us completely.

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

I was particularly lucky that there was no head-on conflict. At least dozens of people came into the room, all of them strong men about 1.8 meters away.

Zhang Hanshan, dressed in a white suit, was also among the team.

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

Zhang Hanshan babbled at the people around him, and they made a way out, and a short, dark-skinned, bald man came out.

This man was half-clad in cassock, with his left shoulder exposed to the air, and his right hand holding a stone mortar for pounding garlic, which looked a bit strange.

"It's Azan."

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

Chen Changming’s handiwork is big enough! I was surprised to invite people from as far away as Nanyang.

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

"Buzz..."

The crane next to it suddenly started working, and four people were hoisted up in a mess.

Azan glanced at Zhang Hanshan, who skillfully took out a sharp bone-picking knife from his arms and soaked it in oil.

At this time, an extremely strange sound came from Azan's mouth, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low.

"Take off the cloth."

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

The moment the linen cloth was pulled from the mouths of several people, they begged for mercy and cursed, and some even peed their pants.

Azan stopped chanting and shook his head with a hint of regret: "Shiva doesn't want an unclean body."

"puff!"

Zhang Hanshan raised the knife and pierced the man's heart directly.

This man didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy. He kicked his legs a few times and was hung in the air like a dead fish, making no sound anymore.

Ji Canghai's joints crackled, and I held him down: "Don't be impulsive."

"Let's find out our true identity."

With Azan's words, Zhang Hanshan took out the list from his arms and pointed at it from left to right.

"Lin Hu, thirty-two years old."

…

I suppressed my anger and listened carefully.

These three people are all young adults, the youngest is 27 years old and the oldest is 32 years old.

Azan nodded with satisfaction, took the boning knife from Zhang Hanshan's hand, and tore off Lin Hu's clothes with one hand.

He slapped Lin Hu hard on the back a few times, just like picking pork belly in the market.

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

"It starts with you."