Everything happened in a flash, no one could react, and even if they reacted, it would be impossible to stop it.
When Lao Yang saw the tattoo appearing on Hei Wu's neck, he immediately shouted loudly.
"Erhan, take them both out, quickly!"
Lao Yang knows too well how to give the most efficient command when encountering a crisis, especially when facing a person like Erhan. You have to give him clear instructions, and his body will execute the order first, without even having his turn.
Over the head.
Just like this moment, Erhan still had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face, and his eyes were a little dull.
But the moment he heard Lao Yang's words, all the muscles in his body tightened instantly, his heartbeat suddenly doubled, and his whole body was like flammable grease that was ignited in an instant.
Without thinking at all, his body had already turned into an afterimage. Holding Li Chang and Yu Ziqing in each hand, he used his back to open the door behind him and rushed out of the house with his back turned.
The moment the old sheep shouted the words, his limbs moved together, and he jumped with a unique explosive style. He jumped and fled out of the house. At the same time, his throat moved, his tongue rolled, and he spit out a piece of black stone.
It happened to fall on Black Friday.
When Hei Wu died suddenly and fell to the ground, in less than half a breath, there was no one alive in the house.
After one breath, he immediately saw a rune appear between Hei Wu's eyebrows, and a faintly breathtaking chanting sound came out. It was as thin as a mosquito at first, and gradually became louder and louder.
Along with the chanting, a small circle of light spread out from the center of Black Five's eyebrows like a spreading ripple, and then immediately rolled back again like a wave.
At this moment, the black stone on Black Five's body was excited by the ripples of light. When the aperture rolled back, a large amount of black smoke immediately poured out from it and merged into the runes between Black Five's eyebrows.
There was just a pop, the runes collapsed, and the chanting that got louder and louder stopped abruptly.
The black smoke that was attracted retracted back into the black stone.
…
At the same time, in a deep mountain, the surrounding vegetation was dense, and giant trees dozens of feet high could be seen everywhere. The crowns of the giant trees competed for sunlight, staggering and filling every gap, making it feel like night under the tree crowns.
Right here, stands a seven-story tower.
Under the high tower, a man with sunken cheeks and tattoos all over his face was standing on a high platform, waving his arms and speaking impassionedly to the people below.
Suddenly, his expression changed, and he stretched out his right index finger and touched his eyebrows, and a rune appeared.
Seeing his actions, the people below who were listening attentively began to chant loudly. The sound waves burst out, but they did not spread very far. Instead, as the sound waves squeezed, a soul-stirring power began to permeate the air.
The tattooed man's face was solemn, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
A core member leaked a secret that could not be leaked, triggered a forbidden law, and was punished on the spot.
He wants to see who it is now. Each rune has a specific person, and everyone is different. He only needs to sense it, and he will immediately know who was killed by the backlash. By the way, he can also see
to the surrounding situation.
At the same time, he can also use the power of everyone to recite the law, and maybe he can control the not very strong people next to the traitor. If he can't control it, he can leave a seed behind.
The most important thing is to be able to sense the aura nearby. At this time, if the traitor leaks the secret, he only needs to capture the aura of the person next to him. Maybe he can know who it is, or he can delineate a rough range and what kind of people practice it.
There will be this kind of smell.
You can't tell for sure right away, but you'll be able to recognize it immediately the next time you encounter it.
This is their method of hiding secrets, and it has been tried and true, so almost no one in the organization will leak secrets that should not be leaked, and even some people who rebel will not leak some secrets.
He thought that if the connection went so smoothly this time, he would be able to obtain more information.
However, the moment he connected to it, he noticed an extremely strange power, which aggressively rushed away everything in a way that came to his door, and was the first to rush into his perception.
The tattooed face was extremely decisive. He cut off the connection immediately, shattered the runes, and even forcibly cut them off together with a trace of his soul power just to be on the safe side.
He groaned, his face mixed with green and blue, and his sharp eyes dimmed a little because of this.
The soul is damaged.
"trap!"
He now no longer remembers what power was used in the other party's trap. The power of the soul that came into contact with that trace of power has been forcibly cut off by him, allowing it to spontaneously combust and dissipate without a trace.
He only knew that he could use a few words to describe it, weird, domineering, and cold. The next time he came into contact with this kind of power, he would not recognize it. After just a moment of contact, he knew the strength of the master of this kind of power.
Definitely far more than him.
Since the other party has the ability to track it back in reverse, as long as he dares to leave a trace of mark, the other party may have locked his approximate position by now.
If this strong man took action himself, he might be able to find the location here within seven days.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and decisively enough.
The tattooed man staggered and sat on the ground. He took out a purple-black elixir and drank it. His face looked a little better, but his soul was damaged and it was not so easy to recover.
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The halo on Black Friday comes and goes quickly.
After a few breaths, everything settled, and while everyone was still in shock and confusion, the old sheep was already walking towards the earthen kiln.
The headman waved to the people who came outside after hearing the noise.
"Go back to sleep."
No one asked any questions. At most, they just took one more look to make sure everyone was okay, then turned around and went back to sleep.
Several people entered the earthen kiln again, and the runes between the black five eyebrows had disappeared.
Everyone looked at Lao Yang, who squinted his eyes slightly and glanced at Black Friday on the ground.
"Don't be nervous. He was planted with a forbidden spell, a curse of silence, or something else. Now that he has exposed a secret that cannot be told, he has been revolted, his soul is gone, and he has no chance to become a ghost.
Moreover, no one will know where he is or discover the situation here, and the other party may not even know that the person who died is Black Friday."
Lao Yang explained to Yu Ziqing the general function of this forbidden method, as well as the method for people behind to track it, and continued.
"The people on the seventh floor have never been discovered where they are stationed. I thought they had been discovered several times before, but it turned out to be their abandoned station. There is not much valuable information.
Because of the forbidden law triggered by the secret, the person who was just tracking must be extremely careful and vigilant. If there is any accident, he will stop immediately. He will not know anything.
Moreover, if he is too careful, he may suffer serious injuries..."
Lao Yang glanced at the black stone on the ground and couldn't help laughing.
He gave Yu Ziqing a little reminder, and Yu Ziqing understood it and laughed like a pig.
The old sheep is so bad...
This black stone is a fragment of the Jade Tomb. Its owner must have been a top powerhouse during his lifetime, but now this black stone is just a fragment of the Jade Tomb.
This situation is perfect for scaring people.
The people on the seventh floor didn't dare to gamble. It was never an easy thing to let the person who planted the forbidden law leak the secret at the cost of death.
If you win the bet, at most you will know who is next to you, and you won't be able to take revenge immediately.
If the bet is lost and the station is exposed, the high probability... no, it is certain that the whole family will ascend to heaven and the station will be destroyed.
There shouldn't be too many people who want to eradicate them completely.
Including some customers who have bought their information.
Yu Ziqing thought for a while and realized that if he changed places, he would probably make the same decision. In this situation, he really couldn't afford to lose.
With the lessons learned from Black Friday, Yu Ziqing knew which questions he might not ask when interrogating Black Goat.
As a monster, Black Goat recovers a little faster than Black Five. After taking half of the antidote, he has already regained his consciousness.
The interrogation went smoothly. For some reason, Black Goat regained consciousness and saw nothing about the others. When he saw Yu Ziqing, he was more frightened than when he was confused. His limbs were stiff throughout the process, as if he was frightened and pretending to be dead.
Yu Ziqing reorganized the information obtained from the interrogation on Black Friday and asked it again. Some questions were even inserted in the middle and asked again.
After half a day, the rust in the cracks of the rusty sword fell off again, and the judgment was completed. Yu Ziqing was sure that there should be no lies.
Feeling that the question was almost done, Yu Ziqing did not intend to delay it anymore and continued to ask.
"Where is the station on the seventh floor?"
The black goat's eyes were full of fear, and his mouth was trembling, but he didn't dare to speak out.
Yu Ziqing shook his head slightly. It seemed that this guy knew that he would die if he said so.
"Just deal with it."
This kind of monster cannot be left behind, no matter from his own perspective or from the perspective of his own safety and that of the village.
The one who did it was Erhan. He took out a sharp blade and just like a butcher undressing a sheep, he killed the black goat cleanly and neatly. The process was extremely smooth.
When the black goat was dying, it was obviously very frightened and seemed to want to do something. However, its body remained stiff and unable to move at all. In the end, it pulled its neck to kill and died completely.
With a hint of joy and relief.
It seems that dying like this is the best outcome.
Yu Ziqing didn't quite understand, and Lao Yang beside him was also a little surprised.
"Did they take the ecstasy drug and destroy their brains?"
"That's right. I looked at it at the time. They licked the ecstasy medicine I sprinkled quite cleanly. They took more ecstasy medicine than Jinlan mushrooms..."
Lao Yang stared at the killed black goat and thought for a long time, but he couldn't find a way. In this situation, how could the black goat still have a chance of survival, or the possibility of spreading the news.
Then he looked at Yu Ziqing, thoughtfully.
"Dispose of the black goat's body. Also, it should have an inner elixir. I want it."
Finally, an inner elixir as big as a little finger was dug out and swallowed by the old sheep. The body of the black goat was thrown into the locust forest at the entrance of the village, along with the wooden basin for collecting the blood.
The leaf litter is like quicksand, quickly swallowing up everything thrown into it.
This time, there was a slight change in the locust forest.
A thin layer of blood energy and black energy emerged from the thick layer of fallen leaves, and then spread to the entire locust tree forest, where it was absorbed by the locust trees.
Some of the gray and withered leaves and flowers on the locust trees have regained their vitality, and some branches have even sprouted new branches. A gust of wind appeared out of thin air in the locust tree, blowing the hanging flowers and turning into a burst of rustling.