Chapter 666: The Altar
"There isn't much there, but it's hard to see every place."
Wang Jin tapped the floor with the butt of his gun and muttered softly.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
Wang Jin always felt that the inside of this twisted room was much larger than it looked.
There are always places that I haven't explored just now, which means it will take longer to find the secret door.
Of course, Wang Jin will not let this time go to waste.
He is used to thinking at such times to prevent himself from slacking off.
Euler!
Under Wang Jin's command, Xiao Hei slammed against the wall.
Then it shrieked and shrank back into the shadows, as if it had hit something dirty.
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and looked at the wall.
It was covered with a thick translucent substance, some like... mucus.
It is slippery and difficult to break.
"There is also a layer of this kind of thing on the surface of the Mud Dragon King."
Wang Jin frowned slightly and scratched it with his nail sword.
The room suddenly began to tremble, and the walls seemed to shrink inwards.
If Wang Jin had cut harder just now, he might have lost his footing now.
"...It's better not to touch it."
The clue he could start with was gone, and he needed to find another one.
Wang Jin retracted his nail sword, and the objects he encountered along the way flashed in front of his eyes.
Spider, fish, snake.
This group of Nanyang wizards are keen on combining humans with other cold-blooded animals and watching them turn into muddy but lively monsters.
This combination... not even doctors can do.
Although he was on the opposite side, Wang Jin did recognize his ability in this area.
The techniques he honed in his early days in the company, the calmness gained by abandoning morality, and the flesh and blood gained from the feast.
Even if he is a murderer, he is also a perverted murderer with excellent professional standards.
If doctors can't do it, then these big-brained Nanyang magicians can't do it even more.
Surgery alone is not feasible.
In other words, ascension may not be a "transformation" but a "transformation."
Judging from the words of the girl with a snake body, "I seem to be myself, but I also seem not to be myself", the latter is indeed more likely.
"Transformation...requires the power of kaidan."
"What do they want to do?"
Wang Jin frowned, trying to guess what Master Nanyang was thinking.
Unfortunately, this group of people is completely abnormal.
If doctors are mentally ill, then these people are mentally retarded.
It is also a type that is difficult to guess.
Realizing that he could not understand those big heads, Wang Jin sighed and turned forward.
I can't figure out their purpose, but I can guess their methods.
Combined with the few things in the house...
Wang Jin walked towards the altar and glanced at the distinctive baby-headed cross next to the altar.
On the one hand, I am worried about missing clues, and on the other hand, I am worried about triggering the agency.
Wang Jin deliberately left them until the end.
"I don't know what the baby's head cross does...then try the altar."
The young man lowered his head and looked into the corner through the light.
It was a small platform built out of more than a dozen dried palms. It looked weird and disgusting.
There are several turbid corpse oil candles placed in the middle of the high platform, and the candles are connected by thin lines drawn from ashes.
The empty space between the thin lines is filled with strange words.
If you look closely, you will find that it is similar to the one on the three-eyed baby's head next to it.
Looking at the beeping Geiger counter in his hand, Wang Jin's eyes flashed with surprise.
For Nanyang Masters, altars seem to be equivalent to items such as tables and incense burners.
They use these things to communicate with the evil gods they believe in to achieve certain goals.
"I am good at cult rituals."
Wang Jin murmured softly and took out a lighter from his pocket.
Snap.
The light came on, and Wang Jin stretched out his hand to light the candles one by one.
The corpse oil changed the color of the flame, turning it into a thick dark green.
The flames danced slowly, and the hot breath hit his face.
This kind of warmth is not reassuring, but a little strange.
Faint cries began to sound in the room, and the walls made sounds from time to time, seeming to become more distorted.
The ashes scattered on the ground moved without wind, and the original lines were twisted into a mess.
"Wow…"
The baby-headed cross opened its hollow mouth and cried.
The next second, it started shaking.
The end of the reverse cross struck the floor, making a strange sound.
It just cried and jumped, looking around with its dry eyes from time to time.
It's like singing and dancing, preparing for something to come.
Those words with unclear meanings also began to pollute and make people feel upset.
Black air rose, as if something was looking at him.
It has received the call and is about to come as usual.
pity…
When lighting candles, Wang Jin used a ghost blowing lamp.
The area covered by light will become unobservable.
"Ahem."
The young man stopped coughing and wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand.
His plan is simple.
Nanyang Master needs the help of Kaitan to transform, and after the transformation is completed, he will use the secret door to take people away.
What Wang Jin has to do now is to repeat every move of this group of people.
That is...
Summon the baby-headed and belly-corpse god.
The fire produced by the ghost blowing lamp and igniting other items will still have a negative impact on the people receiving asylum.
Correspondingly, this dangerous method of use is equally effective.
Wang Jin needs protection to prevent himself from being directly exposed to the baby-headed belly corpse god.
Although he can provoke unscrupulously, Wang Jin knows it very well.
After all, it was a strange story that had been around for a long time, and he had a lot of subordinates.
If you don't prepare in advance, you have little chance of winning.
Fortunately, Wang Jin only needed the Baby Head Belly Corpse God to help open the door this time.
Under the protection of Gui Chuu Deng, he was safe.
For the baby-headed and belly-corpse god, he can feel something calling him and can tell the general direction.
But when I got closer, I realized that I couldn't find the place and couldn't see anyone.
"Wow!!"
The three-eyed baby's head shook more and more violently, and its cries gradually became deafening.
This damn thing is in a hurry.
It seems to be the beacon needed for the arrival of the baby-headed-belly corpse god.
So Wang Jin quietly looked at it looking furious, with no sadness or joy on his face.
The plan was successful, but it was only half the battle.
Wang Jin knew that the real difficulty had not yet appeared.
"Wow--"
Suddenly, another cry came to my ears, the sound seemed to be able to directly shatter a person's heart.
I can't tell the difference between men and women, my age, or my distance.
It's just more miserable and colder.
Wang Jin suddenly felt suffocated and felt pain like needles all over his body.
pollute.
The Geiger counter flashed wildly, and the value rose to an extremely high level.
The baby-headed and belly-corpse god descends here.
It is wandering nearby, looking for an altar to summon itself.
"puff!"
His stomach suddenly shrank, and Wang Jin vomited blood.
He was not very lucky this time, and the random diseases caused by the ghost blowing out the lantern were very serious.
"call…"
The young man took a breath and looked not far away.
Pale palm prints appeared on the floor, as if something invisible was crawling on it.
Small pits were formed wherever the palm prints passed, with strange mud and water in them.
The baby-headed corpse god did not leave, but crawled slowly.
Looking in the direction...it's right over to Wang Jin.
The effect of the ghost blowing the lamp is very strong, but when the danger is also in the light, this protection will lose its effect.
"ha."
Seeing the baby-headed corpse god crawling towards him, Wang Jin didn't react much, but grinned.
This chapter has been completed!