Mustache and Lao Zhao ran to the edge of this area in one breath, but Mustache still felt that it was not very safe. This ancient city must be a city in the ancient Xiangxiong Dynasty, and they moved away directly with the holy object of the wheel eye.
When it was activated, the coverage area was larger than the old site of the ancient city. At this time, I don't know how many fragments there are, and I don't know what the coverage area is. However, this risk must not be taken.
They retreated a long way. During this period, the German team and another group of forces whose origins were temporarily unknown had noticed the center of the area and sent their own people. Old Zhao could not see that far anymore, so they wanted to climb
Go to the top of a hill and look again.
But before they could completely climb up, the center of the area suddenly seemed to turn into a piece of water, and the moonlight above reflected a layer of white light on the ground, like a pool of mercury flowing silently.
The white light flashed for only a short moment. When the white light disappeared, there was a sudden silence in the center of the area, and the six or seven people disappeared. Mustache's feeling was correct. In addition to the knife and the ball, there must be a hidden sacred object in the center of the area.
The fragments were activated when the timing was right.
"Are these people all Tu Xingsun?" Lao Zhao said he didn't understand. He thought they all fell into the well under the deep ditch.
"Don't go anywhere near that place."
"Just give up like that?" Lao Zhao hadn't really taken action with those people yet, nor had he gone to the well to have a look in person, so he seemed a little unwilling.
"No way, you don't know how scary that white light is."
If they can't find the knife and the ball, then it's not worth taking the risk for the two of them. Lao Zhao was very curious and kept asking Mustache, and Mustache told him something about the fragments.
This place still seemed very quiet, but in fact the atmosphere was already quite tense, especially after these six or seven people disappeared. The overt conflicts finally began. Several people took action. Although they did not use guns, they were very intense.
Lao Zhao looked at it for a while and said there was no one from their team here.
In other words, in addition to the Germans, there are at least two mutually hostile forces in this place. Mustache suspects that he has met the pilgrims in the human world. People who do these things are generally more tolerant, and only these two
These ancient and always incompatible hostile forces will clash brazenly under such circumstances.
Mustache couldn't see the specific details of the fight. It was Lao Zhao who told the story while watching. He muttered that only one of the two parties in the fight was more powerful, and the rest were not worth mentioning.
"What kind of person is he?"
"I can see so clearly. Judging from his attire, he must be a Tibetan, wearing a hat."
After listening to Lao Zhao's words, Mustache felt that he was right. The brown-hatted Tibetans and Sangjie who were pilgrims were both here, indicating that the organizations behind them had begun a head-on confrontation. In history, these two mysterious
The organizations were dormant most of the time. Although they were hostile to each other, they did not have many opportunities for contact. However, when the Germans entered the Tibetan areas, they unknowingly revealed many places and secrets that most people did not know.
The fight escalated quickly.
The brown hat Tibetan couldn't beat Mustache, but he was more than enough to deal with the others, and his side quickly gained the upper hand. People from the two ancient organizations were fighting with cold weapons, and the dead were dripping with blood, and the conflicts continued.
It ended with the complete death of one party, but at this time, Lao Zhao discovered that several companions of the brown-hatted Tibetans had carried away an enemy's body and disappeared in the darkness in a hurry.
"Is that a living person? Taken away by them?"
"No." Mustache immediately made a judgment: "I think the wizards among the pilgrims have also arrived. They took the body away to interpret his memory."
"Why do I feel so unreliable?" Lao Zhao couldn't help but touch his hair: "If even a hair falls, the secret may be leaked. Go back first. Someone really is coming. Let Lao Duoji deal with him."
Mustache and Lao Zhao rushed towards the place where Duoji and Jialuorong were hiding. They still had about four hours, but basically nothing could be done. When the two were about to reach their destination, Lao Zhao was immediately startled.
The night breeze carried a faint smell of blood.
They ran over in a few steps. Sure enough, something happened. Mustache saw Jialuorong at a glance, and then saw Duoji huddled in his big robe. The two people may have been forced out of their hiding place by unexpected circumstances.
Several bloody corpses lay down, and Jialuorong hid behind Dorje.
Not far from them, there was an old man with a bald head. He was obviously confronting Dorje. This was a fight that could not be seen. Dorje's thin and ghost-like body was shivering in his big robe.
The old man with the bald head was obviously having a hard time. He was bleeding from his nose, but he didn't even bother to wipe it.
If there is no external interference, the confrontation between the two people does not know how long it will last. Less than a minute after Mustache and Lao Zhao appeared, Duoji and the bald-headed old man, who were more than ten meters apart, seemed to be attracted at the same time.
An invisible force entangled them, and they fell to the ground and rolled together. Duoji held a bone needle ground from an animal bone in his hand, mumbling, and kept piercing the surrounding air with the bone needle.
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Mustache and Lao Zhao rushed over one after another. Without Duoji's restraint, this bald-headed old man probably wouldn't have been dealt with so easily. But at this moment, most of his energy was focused on dealing with Duoji.
Facing two extremely powerful people, the bald-headed old man seemed powerless.
Lao Zhao stepped on the bald-headed old man with one kick, and then put the knife in his hand on the old man's neck. But Duoji, who was not far away, suddenly shouted to Lao Zhao, telling him not to get too close to him.
Duoji's cry made Old Zhao slightly startled. When he turned his eyes again, he found that he was stepping on two extremely huge centipedes, and the bald-headed old man had disappeared.
"Where are the people!" Lao Zhao felt that the two centipedes under his feet were very disgusting, and he quickly retracted his feet.
Behind Old Zhao, the mustache's ears moved slightly, and he suddenly rushed forward. The alloy tube in his hand slashed towards a piece of air that seemed to have nothing. With the flash of the knife, a stream of blood followed by a sound
Screams suddenly burst out, and the old man with the bald head seemed to have fallen out of another dimension. A deep wound appeared on his back. He staggered for two steps and then threw himself on the ground.
The bald-headed old man struggled to get up, but as soon as he raised his head, he saw a sharp blade facing his eyebrows, and then he saw the mustache's pair of eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist.
The eyes, these eyes are not very bright, but they are as cold and deep as the abyss.
The old man was forced by Mustache and Lao Zhao one after another. Duoji, who was not far away, shouted to Lao Zhao, asking them not to kill the old man. While shouting, he ran over quickly and took out a piece of
The black mud wanted to smear blood on the wound on the old man's back. The bald old man resisted very much, but the blade of the mustache was pointed between his eyes.
Duoji covered the old man's blood with black mud, and then quickly squeezed the mud into a little man. The bald-headed old man's eyes were very angry, but it didn't help. Duoji didn't care about that at all. After squeezing the little man, he used
The bone spur in his hand pierced the villain's head hard.
The old man suddenly let out a scream and covered his head tightly with both hands. Dorje used bone spurs to drill into the clay figurine's head, opening and closing his mouth constantly, and chanting curses.
This process lasted for about a few minutes. The old man's screams and rolling gradually stopped. Duoji held the clay figurine and shook it from side to side. The resentment in the old man's eyes was no longer visible, only a kind of blank sluggishness. He followed the shaking of the clay figurine.
And swing your body.
Duojie was overjoyed. Even though there was blood on his mouth and nose, he seemed very satisfied. Two real wizards are like two plankton. Once one devours the other, its power will become stronger.
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It wasn't until the three people took control of the situation that Jia Luorong, who was hiding not far away, quickly ran over and snuggled up next to Mustache. Mustache gently touched her hair exposed outside the hat, indicating that she was okay.
"Can you control him?" Mustache looked at the old man sitting on the ground, then looked at Duoji.
Duoji was very proud that the old god was here, shaking the clay figurine in his hand as if to show off, and then carefully putting it in a cloth bag. He said that even if he asked the bald-headed old man to hang himself now, the old man would still do it.
"Ask him if he is from the human world or a pilgrim." Mustache glanced at the dead people around him. These people were already dead. It was impossible to tell whether they were from the human world or pilgrims just from their appearance.
The old man must not be able to lie at this time.
Duoji asked in a giggling voice. The sanity of this bald-headed old man has been controlled, but since he was a child, all he has accepted is the concept of how to defend the dignity of pilgrims and how to continue the responsibilities of pilgrims. This concept is deeply ingrained and deeply rooted.
In his heart, this was a subconscious resistance, and Dorje had no choice. It took him a long time before the bald-headed old man revealed the inside story. He was indeed from the Pilgrims.
"If he is a wizard among the pilgrims, then you can give it a try." Mustache asked Dorje and Jialuorong to wait a little longer.
Old Zhao already knew what Mustache was going to do, and seemed very excited. They wanted to recover the German body, and then borrow the hands of the pilgrim wizard to interpret the German's memory.