Chief Paigang's eyelids twitched, and he curled up. The night seemed to be very long, and his spirit was not very good. However, he felt that it would not be a problem for him to persist until dawn. After all, he had experienced many battles. This time the night ambush was under even worse conditions, but he survived and won every time.
Where he couldn't see, those little white bugs began to seep out from every wound on his face. Now it could be seen that "they" were not bugs, at least not ordinary bugs.
The heads of the bugs crawling out of Pangang's body in an endless stream were already crawling on the ground, and their bodies were still pouring out of Pangang's body. The part that crawled out soon exceeded Pangang's own body. The body is long, and their parts in Paigang's body may not be weakened at all. How many parts of these bugs are hidden in Paigang's body? Is there any remaining part of his body that belongs to him?
Pai Gang, who was vigilantly observing the movement in the darkness, had no idea what was happening to him.
He was indeed very vigilant, but he did not have the ability to observe this kind of power. If the priest Ujida was here, she might "hear" the movement and deduce what happened, but she had to rely on her ears to participate in it many times. Chieftain Paigang himself heard nothing during the night attack of the battle. It was not a sound that the human eardrum could hear, so he still felt at ease because of the protection of darkness even in his nervousness. This also saved Hualin a lot of trouble. ——What he needs is Pai Gang alive, not Pai Gang who is scared to death.
Hualin stood outside the house and shared what he saw with Xiao Qianqiu.
"Huo, what on earth is this?" Xiao Qianqiu had to admit that he had never seen this kind of thing before, although this thing made him feel unusually familiar, very unpleasantly familiar, and the blood that poured out of Paigang's body was Deep inside those things is a dense mass of black oil. If you don’t look carefully, it looks like a stain in the body of the Yiren chieftain. The Yiren chieftain who has done many evil things will naturally not have a clear and unfiltered inner heart. If he does not have the eyes of heaven, , it’s really hard to tell: “This seems to be…”
Hualin stood quietly, waiting for Xiao Qianqiu's memory to be sorted out.
A strange-shaped green pottery pot appeared in his consciousness. The pot itself was round and simply coated with a layer of green glaze. The weird thing was that there were several round pot-like pots on the top of the pot. The thing in the mouth looks like a bundle of bamboo tubes tied together, but there is no lid on the usual clay pot. This is an image Xiao Qianqiu shared with him.
"The death cult uses corpse spirit jars. They will try to stuff living creatures into the jars, and after they have decomposed, they will pour corpse oil as supplies for their rituals. Several jars we have broken and stolen have similar ones inside. This kind of black oil is extremely viscous. Everything made from ordinary-level talisman paper will lose its effectiveness once it is stuck." Xiao Qianqiu was silent for a while before continuing: "Their novice monks will raise special secrets. They stuffed live rats and seven black beetles into the jar, and then drank the created corpse oil. This was the first step in their formal cultivation. From then on, every time they were promoted, the things stuffed into the corpse spirit jar must be upgraded. It is said that for senior The monks will use dead babies and other filthy objects related to them."
Hualin nodded silently. Any power in the universe has a price. The huge power of the Death Worship Cult obviously comes at a high price. Those monks obtained "immortality", but every day they live seems to outsiders. Life is worse than death.
"This is probably something made by their senior monks." Xiao Qianqiu concluded.
"It may also be a higher existence than a senior monk." Hualin finished for him calmly.
The head of the little bug had already touched the wall of the hut, and just by crawling over the wall, the surfaces of several scrawled talisman papers posted outside the wall had already begun to turn black, and then they lost their spell power one by one, falling from the wall. The top fell down: "What a powerful power of filth."
"They are good at this." Xiao Qianqiu's tone was also rare and solemn. To be able to capture Qiyun Peak, the Death Worship Cult relied on more than just countless dead people. Their various dirty spells were given to the true immortals. A painful lesson. Of course, the help given to them by other stupid immortal families should not be underestimated. Without the assistance of the Five Color Immortal Family who are good at playing with people's hearts, the Death Worship Cult would not be able to break Qi Yunfeng's defensive formation so quickly. Qi Yun Feng might be able to guard it for a few more days.
Then, the walls of the hut that lost the protection of the talisman also showed signs of being defiled.
"The walls will disintegrate, the pillar foundations will collapse, and the roof will collapse immediately, burying the arrogant mortals who do not respect the corpse god in the coffins they built with their own hands." Xiao Qianqiu recited what he remembered about the Death Cult's hymn praising the corpse god. , now he has seen this hymn with his own eyes and knows how realistic it is. The hut will soon become the "coffin" in which Chief Paigang will be buried alive. Under normal circumstances, this will indeed be built or bought by the victim himself. coffin".
As the wall collapses, those slender "bugs" radiate in all directions. They will taint everything they encounter just like they tainted Gang Tusi himself. Nothing can stop them from moving forward, except...
Their footsteps suddenly stopped abruptly, and a dark mass of arrogance condensed on their heads.
A smile appeared on Hualin's lips: "It seems to be working well."
"What did you use?" Even Xiao Qianqiu became curious. He and Hua Lin now share the same body. It can be said that they advance and retreat together. When Pai Gang returned to Gala Cave, he saw Hua Lin giving Pai Gang a shot. There is a prescription for medicine, and there are several talismans posted on the wall that are not clever at all and are very consistent with his preschool education level. Could it be that prescription? But he had never heard that Coptis chinensis had any miraculous effect on death worshipers, and it was only so-so in curing diarrhea.
"I'm useless. It's just that I've been preparing for whatever I encounter." Hualin said happily.
"Salt!" Xiao Qianqiu immediately understood that the entire Gala Cave and its surroundings were filled to the brim with unmarketable salt produced in large quantities these days! These things were tied up in piles like ordinary goods, and in the memory of Pai Gang himself and all his subordinates, these were just ordinary goods for people to eat! If the one who came back with Pai Gang was "the one" in Black Mountain, he might have seen through this trick. But the one who came back with Pai Gang, just like Hualin said, is just the "nail" of the main body. It may have obtained Pai Gang's Memory will mislead it! Let him think that all the salt bags stored here are just goods exchanged for money by a greedy master!
"Exactly," Hualin explained: "In our place, this is the most basic and common thing to purify filth." He spent so much effort boiling salt in Yishan in order to help the Yi people run into the capital. ism? certainly not. He is a wizard, not a virgin. In order to save his life, this is the reason why he works conscientiously - if he cannot beat the opponent in terms of quality for the time being, he will first win in terms of quantity! Even if you don't win, at least you can kill the opponent! But there’s no need to tell Xiao Qianqiu about the last sentence!
After saying that, he held the silver mirror and walked forward.
