Wu Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and the ambition that had just risen suddenly froze.
Crazy red masks, bloody human skin lanterns, and powerful angels.
Mysterious, weird, and daunting.
This cult...is called the Plush Cult?
Although it is quite healing when you hear it, it doesn’t match at all!
Does the person named have any disease?
The most important thing is that when the envoy said this name, the red mask seemed to smile.
A fanatical believer who couldn't stand it because the name of his sect was too cute.
Is this normal?
"That's right, the plush and furry cult."
Wang Jin nodded and gave Wu Huo a thumbs up.
It may be a bit unbelievable to say, but this name has been lingering in his mind for a long time.
When he met Wu Zhuo at school, he threw Xiao Hui out as an evil god.
From that moment on, Wang Jin generally had this idea.
In addition, what Wu Zhuo drank just now came from another plush rong.
Only then did Wang Jin make up his mind to implement this idea.
Other than that... the name is actually quite practical.
After all, comparing the two words "The Scarlet God Cult is coming to attack" and "The Plush God Cult is coming to attack" give people quite different feelings.
In this way, you can catch the opponent off guard.
very nice.
"Ahem, just be fluffy and fluffy."
Wu Zhuo nodded and began to imagine what the evil god above the starry sky looked like.
"So, my countrymen."
Wang Jin grinned and motioned Wu Zhuo to sit down.
"I need to know what wonders the doctor has collected."
"Ah, I understand."
The latter nodded, as if he hadn't recovered from the shock just now.
He hesitated for a moment and began to think.
"The first one was that the doctor collected the heads of more than a dozen students and sewed them together with a strange thing."
"I remember he said that thing is called the Head Tower."
"Damn...this beast."
Wang Jin cursed in a low voice and seemed quite angry.
Killing a dozen innocent students just to make a strange object...
etc.
Wang Jin was stunned.
He noticed something was wrong.
If Wu Zhun is right, then the Head Tower is a strange object that can be made.
This is quite special.
"The bloody incident at Jiuchun Middle School...maybe it was the doctor who took action at that time."
Wang Jin nodded, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
In every sense of the word, a doctor is a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.
Unfortunately, he once again touched Wang Jin's bottom line.
"This tower of human heads...where is it now?"
The young man took a breath and tried to adjust his emotions.
"I don't know either."
Wu Zhuo said softly, a strange emotion flashed in his eyes.
He could feel Wang Jin's emotions.
A cultist was angry because people were being killed.
This is quite reasonable for the Plush Rong God Cult.
"Huh...he better not lose it."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
When the doctor took action for the first time, he was not there.
If the doctor wants to do another one, Wang Jin will definitely fight him to the end.
"What about the second one?"
The young man took a breath and asked again.
"The second thing...is zombie blood."
Wu Zhuo opened his mouth to answer, and his face became a little ugly.
He could never forget the feeling of the doctor injecting that thing into his body.
Cold and weird.
It makes people shiver just thinking about it.
"This thing comes from a half-cut cylinder, you should know."