At the end of the stone forest is a piece of flat land.
A few decades ago, this would indeed have been a good place to stay.
The terrain is flat, the space is spacious, and the water is clear.
What it lacks in lighting is made up for by glowing underground fish, and there's even edible moss on the ground.
Unfortunately, this place has been polluted by Nanyang Masters.
There were rotting corpses floating in the water, and the moss was soaked with blood, making it stink.
Every rock has heard countless lamentations and witnessed the passing of one life after another.
The sigh before death turned into a swirling wind, echoing among the stone pillars.
A stone forest that cannot be walked out of.
This is how Da Paitou introduces this area.
Maybe it was false news deliberately conveyed, but Wang Jin felt that this sentence was correct.
Honest fishermen were abducted here and dreamed of unrealistic dreams until their death.
By the time they discovered the truth, they had already turned into muddle-headed monsters.
No consciousness, no self, but still alive.
For them, suffering and sorrow will never end.
This is the "stone forest that you can't get out of".
No one can remain indifferent after seeing this.
They may retching, trembling, gnashing their teeth, or glaring angrily.
Wang Jin did not have these reactions, he was very calm.
He just wanted to end it all, with the sword and gun in his hand.
Then the nailed swords and spears moved gracefully, and the smoke danced wildly with the blooming gunpowder.
No questioning, no communication.
Some just take action without hesitation.
Once there is no restraint on the underhanded move, it will be a complete killer move.
Eye-piercing becomes eye-gouging, throat stabbing becomes throat-smashing, and grabbing turns into severed limbs.
Precise and efficient.
Whoosh——
The young man threw the shotgun away. Wangcai caught it in the air and pulled the trigger, smashing the head in front of him.
"嘤嘤!"
The little black man in the corner shook the crosses with heads on them desperately, and then trampled them to pieces.
Destroying all unstable factors immediately is one of Wang Jin's little habits.
"call…"
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and cut off the head that was in front of him with a sword.
He was not complacent about his short-term advantage, but instead was a little worried.
This fight seems to be one-sided, but in fact it is not optimistic for Wang Jin.
Wang Jin is trying to be tricky.
From the perspective of Nanyang Master...
While eating hot pot and singing songs, suddenly a little man who was ready to kill anyone on sight came out from the corner and chopped off the head of his good friend in an instant.
Compared to fighting back on the spot, most people would freeze in place and start to think about whether what happened in front of them was real.
It takes about five seconds for humans to recover from panic and fight back.
Wang Jin must create as many casualties as possible within these five seconds.
After all, they have the advantage in numbers and size, plus they have practiced Nanyang magic for many years.
Once these people come to their senses, Wang Jin will most likely be in a tough fight.
Ding--
The nailed sword fell again, but it made a sound of gold and iron.
A faint black energy surged from the place where the blade crossed, blocking the attack forcefully.
They are exactly the same as those on Sun Tiezui.
"Oh shit."
Wang Jin took the shotgun from Wang Cai, put it against the man's eye socket and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
Black energy rose, and the steel ball was blocked by force. The huge force caused the man's head to rise high back.
The young man was not discouraged and continued to pull the trigger.
Bang!
There's something wrong with the sound, it doesn't seem as clear as before.
You can vaguely hear the sound of bones breaking, which seems to be the overwhelmed cervical vertebrae.
Bang...poof!
The black energy has completely lost its effect.
The steel ball penetrates the brain tissue and creates a skylight in the back of the head.
Blood and water splashed everywhere, mixed with an inexplicable and strange liquid.
The spine was broken, and the tall headless corpse collapsed on the ground like mud, making no sound anymore.
"Killing four in five seconds...it's a bit slow."
The young man whispered softly and jumped back.
Looking at the remaining dozen Nanyang mages, Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
The death of that guy just now seemed to trigger some switch, and the remaining Nanyang mages finally reacted.
They roared incomprehensible syllables and began to pinch the spells in their hands.
Wang Jin grinned and smiled at those hateful eyes.
He suddenly felt that these guys with big heads were pretty good.
At the very least...convenient.
"Ouch!"
A piercing roar sounded, and Wang Jin watched helplessly as one of the men's neck suddenly broke, and his head flew high together with his internal organs.
It was as if he had decapitated himself, extremely weird.
However, the head did not lose its vitality. Instead, it was flying in the air, seemingly looking for a target.
Soon, it locked onto Wang Jin.
The sharp teeth gleamed with cold light, and black air surged from the mouth and nose.
This head just rushed towards Wang Jin.
Flying head down.
This ancient head-lowering technique allows the user's head and internal organs to detach from the body and land on other animals to suck blood.
Every time you inhale it, the strength of the head-lowering master will be greatly increased.
It is said that after smoking it seven times, you can live forever, but you need to suck it regularly for babies.
It's quite a destructive move.
However, this move is very famous in Southeast Asia.
If analyzed carefully, they can be divided into two factions: the flying head descending of hundreds of flowers and the flying head descending of corpses.
The former can release blood flowers and mist while flying to corrode enemies, which is quite tricky.
The latter is relatively low-level. Not only is it not powerful, but the body without the head will gradually lose its vitality.
The person in front of me is the latter.
Having harmed so many villagers in the underground river, his strength should not be underestimated.
Although it is only a relatively low-level corpse flying head down, it has already reached an advanced stage of cultivation.
After releasing the head, his strength greatly increases and he can kill people invisible.
"Jiejiejiejie!"
Heads were flying in the air, staring intently at Wang Jin.
Then he launched a charge.
“…”
Wang Jin frowned, his face full of confusion.
Wang Jin expressed his incomprehension for this kind of behavior of directly delivering his vital parts to the enemy's face.
But acceptable.
So he dodged and hugged the head with his backhand.
Put Alice on the opponent's temple and shoot wildly.
"Ah!! Ah!!!!"
Screams rang out, and the body on the other side of the neck waved its hands wildly, but fell silent after a moment.
He fell to the ground with a plop and twitched twice from time to time.
"...?"
Wang Jin patted the blood on his body, with "I don't understand" written all over his face.
He had just seen with his peripheral vision that several Nanyang mages who were about to fly out of their heads with them... shrank back again.
"Even if you practice flying fist, it will still be better than flying head."
Wang Jin shrugged and spoke slowly.
"asshole!"
Accompanied by the obviously accented curses, a few more figures walked out of the crowd.
They looked at Wang Jin with ferocious faces, and then waved their hands.
The two arms just left the body and grabbed Wang Jin.
“…”
Wang Jin sighed again.
Whatever you say comes up.
Just like what Xiao Hei said, these people also have tricks to disintegrate the body.
It's just...you should have something on hand, right?
Just charging at someone like this, what's the difference between hitting someone with bare hands?
The lethality is not even as good as the long hand.
Wang Jin shrugged and snapped his fingers.
Four or five dark figures appeared silently from behind those people and strangled each other's necks violently.
So they subconsciously began to struggle, only to find that their arms were not on their shoulders at all.
It has no effect at all and can only summon those arms to fly back quickly.
Unfortunately, the arms were waving wildly in the air and colliding with each other until the bones penetrated the skin and were exposed.
They screamed in pain, but their throats creaked.
"Gaba!"
Xiao Hei twisted hard, and those figures, like his own arms, fell limp and fell to the ground.
The black energy can help them block attacks from knives and axes, but it cannot prevent suffocation and fractures.
"you…"
Wang Jin opened his mouth.
He felt that he should say something, but he didn't know what to say.
The worries just now seemed completely unnecessary.
But Wang Jin is worried about other things now.
If they really come up with this beastly move like "Here comes the little flying stick" later...
"Let's fight quickly."
The young man patted his face, which was covered with black lines, and walked forward with a shotgun.
——
"It's this village."
Su Xi, who was behind the man in costume, clapped her hands and pointed to the fishing village not far away.
The mission given by Samsara is to explore this place and roughly identify potential dangers to facilitate subsequent large-scale attacks.
There seems to be an inextricable connection between this place and the strange objects.
Unfortunately, the signal flare just now gave Su Xi a bad feeling.
Someone got there first, but they don’t know which step they got to.
"Are you sure nothing is following?"
The playful voice sounded, and Su Xi raised her eyebrows.
She has always had the right to speak.
Su Xi was a little surprised to be questioned by this mentally ill person.
Even so, she still responded.
"Apart from me, who is a deceiver, you may not find anyone else who can give you such a promise."
"Hiss... Weird thing."
Xi Chi raised his arm, trying to make Su Xi behind him less uncomfortable.
"I feel like someone is staring at me, and the look is disgusting."
Xi Chi frowned and looked at the sky.
"Cut the nonsense."
Su Xi shrank her neck and subconsciously hugged Xi Chi's generous shoulders.
"If I go to the fishing village to rest, they won't be suspicious of me."
"I just can't kill anyone else."
"There is that strange guy in the police station here. If even one person calls the police, we will be finished."
"uh-huh."
Xi Chi nodded boredly, seemingly not caring about the soft touch coming from behind.
"As for you..."
Su Xi frowned and looked at Xi Ji's iconic outfit.
"Okay, I'm willing to give in."
The latter shrugged and reached out to touch his face.
The palm fell, revealing a handsome face with a gentle smile.
"This face is very friendly, and the villagers will probably like him very much."
Xi Chi smiled, his voice full of pride.
After seeing that face, Su Xi gritted her teeth and shuddered.
"...It won't happen again."
——
The sound of gunshots and the sound of blades piercing the air sounded at the same time.
Silence soon returned.
Wang Jin squinted his eyes and looked at the broken bodies lying on the ground.
This group of Nanyang magicians stayed here for more than ten years and successively harmed hundreds of villagers.
Perhaps because of this, Zhaozhou County is sparsely populated.
And now, after many years of fighting between China and foreign countries, it has come to an end in this funny way.
Although Wang Jin seems to have won easily, these Nanyang magicians are not weak.
Although the moves are free and the swing is long before casting, at least they... have more people.
And if it were other ghost story workers, they might not be able to get here without being killed by monsters.
Even if they managed to get here, if these mages used Flying Head Drop at the same time, the outcome would be unknown.
The key to Wang Jin's victory is to strike first.
He killed only half of it when he came up, and the result was almost certain.
It was precisely because of the momentum from the beginning that these Nanyang mages were timid and did not dare to rush forward.
After all, they are just a bunch of psychopaths cultivating a cult, and few people dare to sacrifice their heads to attack such a lunatic with a shotgun.
"Having said that...it's still a bit too easy."
Wang Jin squinted his eyes and turned to look at the red house on the side.
Wizard, monster, red house.
The relationship between these three is more like...
Researchers, test subjects, final product.
Wang Jin knew very well that these mages had been tinkering here for more than ten years.
Killing a few researchers is not something to be happy about.
Judging from the strength of those monsters, their research should be very mature.
The truly terrifying thing is in the red room.
"...You still have to go and have a look, maybe it's the baby-headed, belly-corpse god."
Wang Jin touched his chin, raised his legs and took a step forward.
For him, fighting is not just a fight, but also a good opportunity to obtain information.
Wang Jin roughly found some clues.
The flying head drop will pull out the user's internal organs, and those weird children's crosses also need to pull out the head and internal organs.
Those moves that fly out of the arms have some unclear relationship with the long hands.
What's interesting is... the leaders in the spiritual realm also do this.
Mud water like a long hand will flow out of the Nanyang Master's head.
And like Sun Tiezui, they have black energy on their bodies and have a long swing before casting.
Apparently he is also of the same lineage as the Yingtou belly corpse god.
"Southern martial arts fighting, the baby-headed corpse god, Paitou, the well, the Mud Dragon King..."
Wang Jin frowned.
He never thought that these things could be related.
"The problem becomes simpler."
Wang Jin slowly shook his head and looked at the red house just around the corner.
This can no longer be called a house.
Maybe it was just an ordinary thatched house at first, but after hundreds of strange activities, it has been twisted into a blood-red ball.
Thatch and stone twist and merge together, becoming indistinguishable from each other.
The dried blood is like the strongest glue, holding these things together.
Thick, moist, bright red.
Wang Jin felt that this was more like some kind of organ, or...an egg.
"Damn, that's a little disgusting."
Wang Jin looked at the twisted wooden door in front of him.
This door was originally supposed to be a raft, but unfortunately it has been deformed to the point that it cannot be used.
He gritted his teeth and put his hand on it
Then he frowned.
This ghost thing is warm, as if it is alive.
It makes people feel uncomfortable from deep inside.
Stab...
No squeaking sound as expected.
It was replaced by a strange sound, more like two pieces of pork being separated from each other.
The room was dark.
Wang Jin held Alice in front of him and called out the little black mirror ghost.
After making all preparations, he put inspiration into the ring on his hand.
The blazing white light lit up and turned into a faint red under the reflection of the wall.
"It's very much like...a dentist treating someone else."
Wang Jin took a deep breath and suppressed the discomfort in his heart.
Unfortunately, this time he was not the dentist, but the bright light.
The surrounding walls are flesh pink.
Wang Jin knew very well that those were stones and thatch and should not be this color.
This room seemed to be given life, and it was weird from beginning to end.
Snap.
Wang Jin raised his legs and walked into the house, looking around.
Bang!
The door automatically closes firmly when there is no wind.
"Oh shit…"
Wang Jinfei kicked the door, but felt that he had no strength at all.
It feels more like kicking a piece of fat.
The nature of the door has changed.
Fortunately, Wang Jin didn't ask Xiao Hei to hold the door, otherwise Xiao Hei might also get into trouble or be locked out.
"Look at other things..."
Wang Jin murmured softly and turned to look around.
The interior of the house is very simple.
As I said at the beginning...this place is not suitable for human habitation.
The interior area is large, but there is no furniture.
There was only a table commonly found in a butcher's shop, a shelf filled with bottles and cans, and a miniature altar.
Next to the altar was a reverse cross with an obviously smaller head pierced on it.
It's this damn thing again.
It's just that this time it's not exactly the same as before.
Perhaps because the children who can go down the well with their parents are not too young, the reverse crosses Wang Jin saw along the way were all five or six-year-old children.
And this one next to the altar...
A real baby.
But it's not just a baby.
If you look closely, you will find that the baby has a looming third eye on its head and densely painted strange symbols on its face.
The Nanyang masters seem to be extremely attached to this cross.
Looking along the altar to the side...I can see iron hooks and chains.
The ground was covered with blood and some pieces of meat.
Obviously, this is the way they help believers "ascend to heaven."
"call…"
Wang Jin took a breath and continued to check.
Being locked in a confined space, the normal reaction should be to bang on the door desperately and try to find a way to leave.
But Wang Jin didn’t.
Because he remembered that there was one point in the clue.
People who "ascended" never appeared again.
And the villagers didn't have the slightest suspicion.
Obviously, these unlucky guys who have turned into monsters are taking another path.
"There is a secret passage... Where is the secret passage?"
Wang Jin wandered around the room, knocking everywhere.
Floor, wall, altar.
These places didn't make the thumping sound they should have, instead they were sticky and disgusting.
It's like hitting the guts of a corpse.
"ha."
Wang Jin shrugged, still moving in an orderly manner, quickly checking possible places.
He knew very well that his current situation was somewhat similar to those who ascended to heaven.
Although he didn't know the specific process of ascension to heaven, Wang Jin already had a guess in his mind.
It is hard to say whether Master Nanyang’s torture was necessary.
But...entering the house is an absolute requirement.
In other words, there is something wrong with the house.
If this "ascension" process does not require the assistance of Nanyang Master.
Then Wang Jin will soon be affected by the house and "ascend to heaven" together.
"Growing eight legs is kind of fun... but forget it."