In the continuous rain, the construction team in full swing could not dig out much of the muddy feeling.
The soil in the shovel was still a little damp, but compared to the rain that seemed to be getting denser, it seemed too dry.
After ten minutes of continuous rain, there was no water in the dug pit. This in itself was very wrong.
The prisoner who was digging noticed something was wrong. He opened his mouth to shout irritably, but when the words came to his mouth, he lazily came out. He was already dying. Whether there was something wrong with this poor place had nothing to do with him.
Coincidentally, there were many people in this place who had the same idea as him, so even though the excavation work on site was completely weird, no one said a word. Everyone was like hardworking old scalpers, seemingly digging enthusiastically.
After another ten minutes, a hole deep enough to bury four or five people was dug.
After the digging was completed, many people looked back and wondered whether this was their burial ground and whether there would be a monument later. They smiled disdainfully at the thought.
How can anyone be buried at a highway intersection these days? Even if there is a monument buried here, it will be flattened sooner or later.
It took twenty minutes to dig a hole, which was surprisingly slow. If we replaced four or five experienced people with some professional tools, we might be able to finish the job in less than five minutes.
Everyone knew this, and of course Li Geng and Zhang Yuan also knew it, so in addition to letting the death row prisoners dig holes, they also did some other tasks during the twenty minutes that were deliberately extended.
Su Yonghe's encounter in the corpse swamp incident well illustrated some problems, which allowed Zhang Yuan to prepare more back-ups for this operation.
In order to ensure that there is room for turning after the raw pile is driven in, they carried out a circular operation about one meter around the pit where the raw pile was located, and buried an elastic woven net made of special material and sealed with gold in the ground.
This huge golden woven web is like a spider's grid, wrapping up the entire staking area. Once irreversible consequences occur, this golden woven web will shrink, and the land that has been structurally excavated before is close to collapse. As long as an important load-bearing link is knocked out, the entire land will semi-collapse.
Afterwards, this huge gold net will recover the nailed piles, the corpses below and part of the land. Even if it fails, the collapse of the land will temporarily cut off the effect of the piles, and they have a short time to make repairs.
This is a remedial measure that Zhang Yuan began to conceive of when the team decided to implement the staking plan. The time was a bit short, and they could only do this step. Otherwise, they could use a large number of specially bred ants to eat the ground in large quantities and use the time to build a A small underground ant kingdom.
Through the infusion of liquid gold, the entire ant kingdom is filled with gold. After that, stakes are nailed within the kingdom. If any problems arise, they can destroy the land structure by heating the soil, allowing the liquid gold to further release space. Pressure, through the guidance of engineering experts, directly guides the direction of liquid gold and blocks the piles.
Looking at the gradually improving project, Zhang Yuan didn't have many regrets in his heart. He was not an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the devil would not kindly wait for you to be fully prepared.
Shen Lin's teachings are always remembered in Zhang Yuan's heart.
In the recovery of terror, accidents are the norm and terror is normal. Being able to prepare to this point in the current situation is perfect enough. Zhang Yuan is not greedy.
Seeing that all the arrangements were completed, and seeing the death row prisoners who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, the young man who had just turned eighteen took a deep breath, his eyes sharp and sharp.
At that moment, Zhang Yuan waved his hand, in the name of the temporary agent of Daxia City Shen Lin's special captain team.
Action, start!
At that moment, with Zhang Yuan's wave, everyone's souls seemed to tremble.
Li Geng pressed the walkie-talkie that he had prepared for a long time almost at the same time, and the soldier who had truly witnessed the iron and blood issued the order as the general in front of the battle.
"The first team is ready. You must complete the plan within one minute, bury the set target into the pit, and fill it with soil."
"Please note that if an accident occurs to the designated personnel, you will serve as substitutes. If another accident occurs, then the next one will continue to replace you, even if the entire team is destroyed."
"The second team is synchronized. Within ten seconds of the first team completing the plan, you must be in place and no mistakes are allowed."
"Similar to the first team, if an accident occurs to the designated personnel you are responsible for, you need to replace them until the entire team is destroyed."
"The entire plan is estimated to take five minutes. These five minutes may be related to the millions of people in Yang'an City and Daxia City, as well as the lives of everyone present. I repeat, even if all the execution teams in Daxia City are exhausted, it will still be impossible. We must ensure that the plan is foolproof.”
"The above is the entire content of this operation. Does anyone else have any questions?"
Li Geng's cold, sword-like eyes quickly swept over everyone present. Without hearing any objection, he immediately gave the order.
"The codename of this operation is Baimu."
"A single tree cannot support itself, but a hundred trees make a forest! Everyone, now, let us welcome back the hope of our Daxia City."
"He once faced evil ghosts countless times for us in places we didn't know about."
"Now, it's our turn."
"Action, start!"
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"Captain Shen, there was an unusual reaction along the highway in the southwest. Our guards heard intermittent construction sounds and scattered screams. The incident happened about five minutes ago, and the sound quickly disappeared from the beginning. It’s been off and on now and seems to last longer and longer, do you need to go take a look?”
The situation in Yang'an was very wrong. It was too comfortable under the shroud of terror, and any disturbance in the city might be a sign. Therefore, Shen Lin told Wang Jiang from the very beginning to tell him if anything was wrong.
Wang Jiang did a good job. He rushed to Shen Lin as soon as the incident happened.
However, Shen Lin's current condition is not very good.
His face looked miserable, his eyes were bloodshot, and every move he made was somewhat stiff. Even if he didn't express the fatigue from the mental level, Wang Jiang could feel it just by looking at him.
About two hours ago, the specially arranged phone line of the safe house rang. After the person on the other end answered the complicated code correctly, Wang Jiang opened the door and saw a somewhat broken Xu Ying and Shen Lin who was in a bad state.
Xu Ying fainted when he saw someone coming, while Shen Lin was still in a very bad condition, as if he might die suddenly at any time.
Recalling how high-spirited he was when he just saw Shen Lin, Wang Jiang could hardly imagine what happened in that small safe house to make a headquarter captain-level figure seem to be on the verge of death overnight.
Wang Jiang really couldn't imagine what Shen Lin had experienced. In his last moments in that narrow safe house, Shen Lin watched helplessly as the ghost mother ate and wiped his child clean.
Yes, the ghost fetus that Shen Lin tried so hard to lure out was eaten by the ghost mother.
This process is horrifying and weird, accompanied by weird biting and chewing.
Moreover, it is two-way, not only the hungry ghost mother, but the ghost fetus that has not yet been fully conceived, also instinctively bites the ghost mother, as if to devour the mother body from which it was born.
The mother eats the child, and the child eats the mother. Both sides seem to have been hungry for a long time, and they can't wait to devour the other.
Just looking at that picture made Shen Lin feel nervous, and he realized that his judgment might be biased.
Perhaps the purpose of the ghost fetus's gestation itself is for the last moment.
The code name of the Ghost Mother is taken from ancient folklore. In that legend, there is such a saying.
There is a ghost in Nanshan who gives birth to nine sons in the morning and eats them in the evening.
The evil ghost in front of me may be a little different, but it's similar, because it actually ate its own ghost fetus.
The birth of the ghost fetus may itself be for the purpose of eating each other with the ghost mother. This is the process of the ghost mother completing the puzzle.
Whether the ghost mother devours the ghost fetus, or the new ghost fetus can devour the ghost mother, the new ghost is enough to cause despair and terror.
Just like the ghost mother now, the ghost that had finished devouring it returned to Shen Lin's memory world. It squatted on the ground, hugging its knees, as if it was resting.
The black hair on the head of the evil ghost in the memory world is rising without wind, and half of the human face that was once formed by bone pen and ghost ink in Fengmen Village has begun to crack like a mask, and the cracking speed is accelerating, and it is getting worse. What's surprising is that not only did the ghost mother's entire body not return to the state of a mummy, but the half that looked like a mummy gradually began to plump up as the other half cracked like molting skin, and a girl as gentle as jade was being born.
This picture is beautiful enough if viewed alone.
But at this moment, Shen Lin only felt that his blood was starting to turn cold, and a sense of fear of dying was erupting from the inside out.
The good news is that the ghost mother who has finished devouring it has entered the digestion period of a puzzle, and Shen Lin has a little time to survive in the cracks.
The bad news is that he has nothing to do about the current situation. The former ghost mother was able to easily kill him after the ghost's balance was lost, not to mention the ghost mother who now seems to have grown further. The horror of this ghost now makes Shen Lin Just looking at it gave me visceral fear.
The balance of the evil ghosts is broken, the ghost mother grows further, Yang'an is trapped due to the strange blockade, and subsequent possible remedial plans are impossible to start. Everything seems to have reached its worst moment.
The alien plan in Dongwang Village seems to have been aborted. Not to mention that Gui Mo, who suppressed the ghost mother, has not been found. Shen Lin's entire body is in Yang'an. What's more, what will Shen Lin look like after he has further grown up? Not knowing anything, he was now in a state of panic that was like the first time he faced a resurgence of terror.
Resisting the desire to take out the paper to communicate with the ghost pawn shop, Shen Lin raised his head and looked at Wang Jiang. When the other party reported, he also prepared a live audio recording to record the so-called noise.
After playing it, the tinkling sounds inside were indeed noisy, incoherent, and irregular.
But Shen Lin seemed to be blessed with something in his mind.
"Where did you just say the abnormality occurred?"
"The high-speed generation in the southwest, the specific location cannot be determined." Wang Jiang explained truthfully. He didn't know what Shen Lin saw, but judging from the other party's expression, the abnormality that happened this time did not look like a bad thing, but something like is good news.
"Arrange a car and we'll go there."
Clues and instincts told Shen Lin that someone was driving stakes. The fight with the Reform Association and the corpse swamp incident had shown Shen Lin the horror of the stakes. He had also imagined using this thing. Come and solve Yang'an's troubles.
Now it seems that someone in Daxia City may want to go with him.
Is it Zhang Yuan? Or Su Yonghe?
Perhaps due to their disappearance and the anomalies in Yang'an City, they had no choice but to launch such an action after being unable to contact them, hoping to break through the blockade of Yang'an City in this way.
This method is definitely a good one, and Shen Lin also believes in the power of raw piles.
If his assumptions were correct, and Zhang Yuan and the others were really here, then with the help of the stakes, there would still be room for maneuver.
Shengzhuang broke through Yang'an's blockade and led some people from Yang'an away with the help of the Six-layer Ghost Realm. After that, he went straight to Dongwang Village, took the risk to try the ghost marriage plan, and began to try to become an alien.
The chance of success with Gui Mo is extremely low, let alone without Gui Mo now. Shen Lin's chance of survival if he takes the risk is less than 5%.
But there is no other way.
Shen Lin only made two transactions with the ghost pawnshop, once to control the second ghost in Fengmen Village, and once to save Daxia from the epidemic ghost incident. Both transactions almost cost him his life.
The greater the difficulty, the greater the risk.
Letting the Ghost Pawn Shop help Shen Lin suppress the current Ghost Mother would probably be a fatal business, let alone going any further. Coupled with the old man he saw in the pawnshop when he provoked the ghost pawnshop during the epidemic, Shen Lin's sense of crisis in this ghost place became even higher. He always felt that the trouble behind the ghost pawnshop was greater than he imagined.
Either way, it's death, Shen Lin wants to give it a try.
At the highway intersections in the southwest, the noise became more serious. This strange phenomenon made the officials stationed at the scene consciously gather together. They have all seen the resurgence of terror. This sign of an incident that may break out at any time makes them at a loss. It seemed that it was too late to run. The whole of Yang'an was blocked. Where could we run? Everyone could only pray from the bottom of their hearts, hoping that everything would be safe.
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With another hammer blow, the screams of the four people who served as the foundation for the piles were silenced. However, the entire pile drive did not exceed a quarter, and the entire team had already spent twenty minutes, which was too long. The consumption of time has exhausted the saturated supply of death row prisoners, but every blow on the piles in front of them seems so heavy.
The nail couldn't be driven in, as if something was blocking it. The bottom was obviously flesh and blood and soft soil, but they felt as if there were diamonds buried underground.
Su Yonghe was in a rare panic. He looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.
He understands the horror of making piles better than anyone else. The supernatural items inherited from this revolutionary society since the Republic of China are not even fully supernatural.
Living people make soil, and living people make stakes. The limit of making piles is that there are five living people underground to make the foundation. During the corpse swamp, he only used two. This time he used four, and dozens of death row prisoners to drive the piles. The power of the piles was almost full. open.
But everything in front of him was so unbelievable. In the hands of the Reform Association, the always unfailing pile-making was frustrated, and even every hammer hammered down seemed to have no ripples.
The piles must be driven at least halfway into the soil to be considered complete, but they haven't even finished a quarter yet.
