The most powerful thing about a paranormal investigator is not the power of practice, the armaments that defy the heavens, or the strategy of exhausting all the mechanisms, but experience. Everyone in this Tempest Villa at this moment is a experienced paranormal investigator.
Their level may not be as good as the Earth Level 5 standard in other representative teams, but their strength is definitely worthy of the word "elite".
Not to mention that Victoria had prepared a batch of deceitful demon-hunting weapons for them, even if they were left bare-handed, they would not necessarily lose to these little ghosts.
Fighting broke out in every corner of the manor, and they quickly harvested the lives of the ghost dolls in their own way. These agile dolls were like locusts, and they appeared from all directions in the manor. Each of them
The soul of a dead black slave is imprisoned in the body of the doll. It is really ironic that the white ceramic doll body contains the soul of a black slave.
The changes of the times have made them forget their past experiences and only remember the lingering hatred. They attack all outsiders who set foot on this land, as if they want the intruders to pay for the sins of their captors in the past.
No matter how you calculate this hatred, it has nothing to do with everyone from the Celestial Dynasty. Fortunately, hunting demons never requires a reason. For investigators, it is as common as eating, sleeping, and playing beans.
No one explained the misunderstanding. The only thing they could do was to quickly consume the number of enemies and preserve their own maneuvering range.
Although it is easy to fight, it is not easy to fight for a long time. Fight and cherish it. A group of fox-like members of the Tianchao team are fighting and retreating, moving towards the agreed location. The strength of the assembled team can complement each other and can sustain even in the face of group attacks.
longer.
Their role is mostly just to delay. The fact that so many ordinary human grudges are attached to the porcelain dolls is definitely not an individual act. They are not practitioners. They are more likely to have a boss operating behind the scenes. Thirteen is responsible for catching the boss.
Thirteen was seen rushing down along the ancient stairs. The porcelain dolls that emerged from the cracks in the four walls chased his footsteps, but they could not keep up with the freak with a Snickers bar in his mouth.
The boss has obviously worked hard to manage Tempest Villa for many years, and he seems to have integrated with the earth and the scent of many porcelain dolls. It is not easy to find the ghost who caused this, but there is a way to find out its location. Thirteen
Feel the pressure from the porcelain doll's pursuers during the random attack. The further down you go, toward the east of the main building, the crazier the porcelain doll's pursuit becomes. These brainless guys only know that they are eager to protect their master, but they forget that they inadvertently become
The enemy's road sign.
Thirteen relied on his strong physical strength to face the group of porcelain dolls and rushed to the east of the first floor of the main building. The overwhelming porcelain dolls were like falling spiders. When they fought individually, they could still win with flexibility. When in the narrow corridor,
But it can only be a bunch of wheat waiting to be harvested.
The iron fist wielded by Thirteen smashed every porcelain doll it came into contact with, and the spear in the other hand was also dancing like a tiger. The dolls made of ceramics were all shot in the head with the spear, and they died.
It was brutal enough. It was too difficult not to get hurt in a head-on contact battle. Thirteen was quickly cut with wounds from various objects. The strength of the porcelain doll was limited, and the damage that the muscles of the hard Qigong could cause was also limited. Xiao San
The number of wounds could not be sustained. In just a few minutes of contact, Thirteen had dozens of wounds on his body. The flow of blood made him consume more food.
When he could no longer hold on anymore, he kicked open the rock door in front of him and closed the centimeter-thick door with his backhand, blocking out a large number of porcelain dolls and even pinching a few to death.
"I'm in." Shisan gasped and sat down on the ground. The first thing he did was to stuff snacks into his mouth desperately. His special physique allowed the many small wounds on his body to heal in just 5 minutes.
, the new skin after healing will not leave any traces of injury except for mottled blood stains.
However, this also required a large amount of food reserves. Apart from the kilograms of snacks that Thirteen brought with him when they set off, they did not have any other supplies. They did not even receive half a cent of subsidy and had to find their own food along the way.
Food, this kind of consumption and exercise is something Shisan doesn’t want to see.
"Did you just go in? I'm almost dead, okay!" Mouse shouted through the communicator.
"Don't complain. If it was so easy to deal with, it wouldn't be arranged in our handicrafts class. Remember, these little guys appear in endlessly and are designed to consume our physical energy to the maximum extent." Thirteen said, and finally stopped being hungry.
Suddenly, as his eyes adjusted to the airtight darkness, he reached around and picked up a small oil lamp.
This oil lamp that was already decades ago can still be lit, and the weak illumination shows the surrounding area in front of the eyes. Thirteen is on a staircase extending downwards. This should be a basement or cellar.
In the darkest days of the Bald Eagle Country, almost every manor that enslaved black people had such a basement. They were always used to punish disobedient black slaves. Some were built to satisfy the private interests of perverted slave owners.
The point is that for black slaves, this underground world is just like the secret chamber of the white-skinned masters that imitates the structure of hell.
Thirteen did not come to avenge the ghosts of the people of the third world. He just walked down the ancient stairs, holding an oil lamp in one hand and a ghost shovel in the other. He was not like the cave explorer "Indiana died poor" at all.
temperament.
The stairs extend downward for a long time, at least 30 meters underground. The smell in the air quickly becomes turbid, or stench, with a slight miasma. For ordinary people, breathing this gas is fatal.
Yes, Thirteen's body... can even be digested by Shenma.
Arriving at the bottom of the underground chamber, the well-informed Thirteen was amazed by the world that appeared in front of him.
I saw a huge secret room the size of a basketball court, stacked with ovens, embryos, shaping tables, shovels, and various equipment and materials for making ceramic dolls. The fire was burning brightly, and the clay on the table was
Everyone turned around and looked at Thirteen who was standing at the door.
From the four corners of the roof of the room, four black chains as thick as a wrist extend out, hanging down from the center of the roof, with two iron hooks hanging on the ends of the chains.
And those two iron hooks passed through the shoulders of a shriveled black slave woman. There was no human breath in this guy's body, and his heart, lungs, and even brain were no longer active. She was dead, or had melted.
To survive like a monster.
Her eye sockets were shriveled and sunken, and there were maggots crawling in the shriveled eye sockets. White bones could be seen under the cracked skin on the surface of the mummy.
What drives this body to still move is the black slave's surging soul power and the sky-high hatred.
From the tattoo on the naked back of the mummy, Thirteen made an astonishing discovery...
"My friends, I found the boss... You must not believe her identity. She is a witch from the Waka tribe..." Thirteen's voice was very soft when he spoke, for fear of attracting the monster's attention.
"Fuck! Haven't the Waka tribe been extinct for 80 years? How can we still find them in the Bald Eagle Country?" Jiumei said resentfully.
"Waka tribe? What a monster?" Mouse said blankly.
"Check it yourself! I don't have time to pay attention to you!" Jiumei was resisting the porcelain doll's attack.
The information-checking rat doesn't ask for help. He snaps the laptop in his hand a few times and the information he wants pops up immediately.
The Waka Tribe: The most glorious royal group on the African continent. They believed in the earth god Waka, watered the earth with their flesh and blood, and condensed the soil to create magic weapons of earth. They were the oldest tribe that invented the art of puppet control. There are many tribes in the world that give souls to objects.
More than 90% of the skills come from the evolution of Waka skills, including Yun Xiaobao's Ghost Blood Forbidden Curse, which evolved from this.
The Waka are powerful, but extremely primitive, and will never easily use their power to disturb the Earth God because they are afraid of the God's curse.
The witches of the Waka tribe are the most powerful puppet masters in the tribe. They are regarded as beings like priests.
Obviously, this unfortunate Waka witch met the wrong explorer at the wrong time. She was captured and sold across the ocean to this Tempest Villa as a slave. She suffered all the pain in the world and had long forgotten the curse of God.
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The owner was very happy to discover that she had the skills to make porcelain dolls. He imprisoned the Waka witch in a dark cellar and kept making interesting porcelain dolls for them. In order to prevent her from escaping, they used
The most cruel instrument of torture, the witch endured severe pain to satisfy the manor owner's evil desires.
She integrated her hatred into the clay dolls and imprisoned the souls of the black slaves buried here. She created a group of tireless and murderous ghost doll army. They have been patiently accumulating strength until a sinister moment.
On the night of the full moon, the witch sacrificed her life to awaken the ghost doll army, armed with various tools, to kill all the white-skinned creatures in the manor.
Even a white horse, a white pig, a white dog...
The black slaves were so frightened that they fled in all directions. From then on, Tempest House became a veritable haunted house, and everyone who lived in it would die within seven days.
And this witch, due to the backlash of her overdraft and her overwhelming resentment, turned into a ghost that has been imprisoned in the basement. Until the arrival of the thirteen and others, she has not forgotten the continuous work of making clay dolls.
"Need help? Tell me your location and I'll come right away." Lin Xi said quickly through the communicator.
"Isn't it necessary? This guy is probably a level 4 ghost, which is roughly equal to the strength of our 8-star evil ghost. It can be done in a piece of cake and in minutes." When Thirteen was bragging, the miko who was painting suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction.
He caused the chains on his body to tremble.
"Ugh!!!" the shrine maiden screamed sharply with her dry voice.