Volume 1 In 2007, I was stabbed by my grandmother with the Golden Silkworm Gu Chapter 60 Saving the
The curtains fluttered in the wind, and I saw twenty-one dark brown pottery urns in the space behind them. These pottery urns were about the same size as the water tanks I used in the countryside. The only difference was that these pottery urns
The openings are very small, and a woman's head is exposed on each one.
Human pig!
I thought of such a word in my mind for a moment, and then the silent sadness on Gu Lili's face spread to my chest. These women contained in pottery urns cannot be said to be beautiful, but they all look young.
, their hair was black and shiny, neatly combed, and scattered on the back of their heads. I don’t know what method Sakulang used. The women’s faces showed an unusual ruddy color, and their eyes also had a joyful blur.
It was like I was enjoying something. However, despite this, I could still feel the malice in my soul floating in this space.
The cry came from the mouths of Wu Wulun's soldiers.
These soldiers who had fought in battles and were used to seeing dead people could not help but stand up when they suddenly saw something so terrifying and evil. Their concentration was so low that they even made a sound. I felt that my whole body became so heavy, and I slowly walked towards that place.
On the altar in the center, there is a large copper cauldron with a simple style that I seem to have seen somewhere. There are burning flames inside the cauldron, making a beeping sound, and a strange aroma.
Wu Wulun smelled it and looked back at the black-robed masked man. The latter shook his head and said it was okay. The oil inside was human oil.
These human oils were distilled and purified by Sakurang after he killed the victims who were kidnapped here. The oils obtained at 130℃ to 150℃ are of better quality, with clear color and smooth feel. They are sold to foreign groups to make high-end cosmetics.
, to raise funds; and oil with a temperature above 200°C is used to light the altar fire and guide the gods in the sky for sacrifices.
My brows twitched, and I couldn't help but feel a strong hatred for the Sakulang organization.
For such a perverted organization, destruction is the best way back for it, right?
I subconsciously took two steps back. My uncle reached out and patted my shoulder, indicating that I should look around. Wu Wulun's men were extremely capable. After a brief period of surprise, they began to search around the room. The masked man in black robe said these
The human pig is a medicinal tool for summoning Little Black Sky, so Wu Wulun wanted to destroy it, prevent them from existing, and solve the root cause. However, the masked man in black robe stopped him, saying that once these women died, their resentment would instantly condense.
When reaching the peak, there is a high chance of summoning that guy, so not only cannot we kill them, we also have to prevent them from dying.
Wu Wulun's face turned black and he asked how to strangle little Heitian in the cradle of birth?
The masked man in black robe was calm and composed, walked slowly to the altar, kicked the copper cauldron away, then asked someone to bring a big lid, sealed the cauldron, turned around, smiled, and asked the question
In fact, it is very simple. As long as the decoration of the altar is destroyed, everything will be fine. Sure enough, after the flame of the copper tripod was extinguished, the temperature in the room rose instead, and the woman in the pottery urn, although
His eyes were still closed, but there was a look of pain on his face. I was worried about the safety of the Zamao Trail, so I walked over and asked Wu Wulun, where was the place where people were detained? If the people of Sakulang were crazy, they would kill everyone they captured.
If you kill him, wouldn't it be a wasted trip?
Although Wu Wulun was anxious to go to the blood pool, after hearing what I said, he nodded in agreement and looked at the masked man in black robe. The masked man said it was at the end of the west corridor, but it was best to act together. You must know that Shanzang and the others are still hiding there.
There were people watching from the dark. I insisted on rescuing Zamao Xiaodao first. Wu Wulun also agreed with my idea and arranged for five soldiers to accompany me to rescue people. I was accompanied by Xiong Ming, and my uncle who had performed well just now was retained by him.
Come down and be a hostage.
We all agreed to this arrangement, walked out of the door and hurriedly walked towards the west corridor. Wu Wulun and the others needed to go through the back door of the white room and go to the warehouse to destroy the blood pool.
I felt a little uneasy, so I ran through the empty west corridor with Xiong Ming and other six people. When we came to the end, a soldier kicked the door open. Two people were bending their bows not far away, waiting to shoot. As a result, they were shot.
A precise burst of fire hit my head and I fell down. I felt relieved when I saw the person. I saw that the room was slightly larger, with various wooden furniture and old iron cabinets. Xiong Ming ran to the two people
At the corpse, he leaned over and took out a bunch of keys, then ran to the iron door on the west side of the room and opened the lock on the door.
As soon as the door opened, a cry was heard.
Two soldiers were guarding the door with guns, and I and others rushed into the door. Sure enough, this was really a cell. Just like our cell there, it was also a wide stone hall with exactly the same structure erected in the middle.
The difference is that there are more than thirty women locked at the end of the chains on the stone pillars. These women all have haggard faces and dirty bodies. Some have dull eyes and some are crying crazily. However, as soon as we left
Once inside, all the sounds were condensed and transformed into cautious peeping.
These women come from different sources. Some have local faces, some look like Chinese, there are also blond and blue-eyed foreign girls, and women with Indian faces.
The only thing they have in common is that when they look at us, there is a kind of inner fear.
When we revealed our identities, all these women burst into tears, and it was very lively. Naturally, someone took the key to unlock their shackles. I followed the wall and looked for the cells in the dark, wanting to take a look.
Is the Zamao Trail there? However, I still didn’t find the figure of the libertine. Instead, I found a few Taiwanese girls locked up in a single room. After a round of inspection, we rescued nearly forty women of different nationalities, but we still
There is no such thing as a stray trail. This incident makes me feel extremely stressed.
When I was about to go out, Xiong Ming stopped me.
He was supporting a young woman dressed as the Miao family and told me that this was the missing girl from their village. He looked serious and said that the cultists outside had not been eliminated and they could not be allowed out for the time being, otherwise it would be very dangerous. He suggested that they stay in
The next two soldiers were guarding here with him, and asked me to go back and report the news first. I looked at the messy room, and several women had lost their minds. As soon as they were free, they ran out of the door regardless of the greetings, and then
After being driven back, I knew that this would definitely not work, so I agreed and asked Xiong Ming to discuss with the five soldiers, and then I would return with three soldiers to report the news to the main force.
Some women thought we were going to abandon them and wanted to follow, but Xiong Ming scared them back with a gun.
On the way back to the west corridor of the White Altar Room, I passed by a room, and suddenly I felt a very familiar voice calling me. I couldn't describe this feeling. It was like a friend I hadn't seen for a long time, saying hello to me. I didn't even think about it.
I didn’t think much about it, I just followed my instinct and kicked the door open. There were two people inside, dressed as Sakulang believers. When they saw me rushing in, they raised their swords and started to chop. I kicked open the one in front of me first.
, and then the gunshots nearby rang out immediately, beating the two people into sieves, leaving flesh and blood everywhere.
I looked at the corpses of these two guys and sighed in my heart: This is the power of national power. No matter how powerful these two people are, their flesh and blood cannot stop the power of bullets. Look at the development of Taoism in China, no matter how powerful it is
, after liberation, most of them hid their figures and shrank.
I did not continue to look at the two dead men, but went straight to one of the rows of cabinets on the left side of the room. I reached out and pulled the lock on it suddenly, breaking it, revealing a lot of broken things inside. And inside,
There are things I lost before: a vibrator and a clay sculpture from the Miscellaneous Trail. Seeing these two things, I couldn’t help but burst into tears. Oh my god, this is actually the warehouse where Sakulan kept his trophies. If it hadn’t been for the earthquake
The mirror spirit inside the mirror was calling me, but I really missed it. I also found my backpack in the corner (), with my ID in it.
His character was so good that I excitedly stuffed all these things into my bag and looked around the room to see if I could () find some powerful magic weapons. When I looked through my vibrator, I knew they were treasures. Since they
Putting it here means there should be a lot of good stuff here.
However, just when I was about to be a gentleman, a strange cry came from a distance, which made people tense up in an instant.
The sound came from the white room where the large army was staying just now. As soon as the three soldiers next to me heard it, they shouted at me and rushed down the corridor. I didn't know what happened.
Whatever happened, we ignored the things in the room, ran outside with our bags on our backs, and hurriedly followed. Soon, we came to the door of the white room again. Looking at the door ajar, there was something inside.
An indescribable coldness was spreading. The three soldiers looked at me and I looked at you, all hesitant.
I formed external binding seals with my hands, secretly recited the Vajrasattva Samantabhadra Dharmakaya Mantra, calmed down, and kicked open the door. In an instant, a gloomy cold air flowed through my body like an electric current.
In front of us, there were more than a dozen soldiers lying in various shapes on the ground. Their bodies were all covered with a layer of white frost, while a thin man with a bamboo pole was holding a kabala bowl and struggling to deal with a cloud of white air.
.
This Gabala bowl is actually a container made of dead people's skulls. He held it in his hand, and his movements became slower and slower.
Apart from that, there is no one else.
I rushed forward in a few steps and suddenly discovered that the women in pottery urns behind the white curtains had opened their eyes. They were all blood-red, and there were spots of blood and tears under their eyes. The most important thing was that
All of them had weird smiles on their faces, and they made a sad sound that transcended language. All the women's tongues were cut out. How did this sound come out?
woo woo woo woo……
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