When Xin Zihao and others heard the knock on the door, their first reaction was fear.
Then immediately after, they took up arms.
It was not the weapons that gave them courage, but Wang Quan.
With Brother Quan here, you are still afraid of a bird!
Besides, Brother Quan's eyes are terribly red now. In comparison, Brother Quan who is ill is more frightening, right?
Wang Quan stood by the door and listened for a few seconds, then turned around and said, "This is not knocking, this is banging your head on the door."
After saying that, without letting Cheng Weihua and the others have any precautions, he opened the door directly.
The man outside the door was banging his head against the door, but suddenly it missed the target and fell into the house.
After he got up, Cheng Weihua and others took a deep breath.
This... can no longer be called a human being.
This man's skin was gray and black, and his eyes were bloodshot and shed tears. He had obviously lost human consciousness.
He also held a machete in his hand, struggled to get up and slashed at Wang Quan.
Wang Quan grabbed the knife with his backhand, and then slashed him horizontally.
This man decisively separated his body and threw himself to the ground without any hesitation.
Cheng Weihua opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Although he had always heard from Xin Zihao and others how cruel Wang Quan was, this was the first time he saw him.
Indeed, very cruel.
Turning around, Xin Zihao almost had his hands on his hips.
Seeing the group leader looking over, he returned a proud expression with raised eyebrows.
As if to say: Look, Brother Quan is so awesome!
Although Lin Yu is a programmer who died from overwork, he is nearly thirty years old after all, and his observation skills are still much better than Xin Zihao, a freshman who has just entered college.
He frowned and observed for a moment, then suddenly said: "Why isn't this thing dead?"
Several people were startled and quickly lowered their heads to observe.
Sure enough, the headless corpse on the ground was still squirming, trying to stand up.
Wang Quan stepped on its back, still holding a bloody machete in his hand, "It seems to be in the same situation as the village chief."
As he said that, he told the story about how the village chief's head grew out of his head before.
However, the granulation at the wound on the neck of this corpse grows very slowly, and it is estimated that it will take some time for the head to grow.
The head chopped off by Wang Quan on the ground turned into a pile of carrion and fell apart.
Grinning, Wang Quan looked sideways at Cheng Weihua, "Old Cheng, let me tell you good news. Maybe the high priest and the others are not dead yet."
From just now until now, he has been in a state of borrowing power. Although he doesn't borrow much, he will be polluted if he continues to do so.
As the time of contamination became longer, he also vaguely felt that the power he had penetrated into the village chief's body was still active.
What does this mean?
It means that the village chief who was blown to pieces is alive again.
Then several other people should still be alive.
Cheng Weihua, who has never stopped smoking, shook his head when he heard this, "This is not good news."
Although he has experienced several dungeon worlds and learned some martial arts, in the final analysis he still has not broken through the limits of human beings.
It's okay to let him fight a few at a time, but he won't be able to withstand a large number of people.
Moreover, the reward points he received after completing each mission were all used to exchange for the treasure.
It was with that thing that he could return to Fenggu Village again.
The price is that he was originally only twenty-four years old, but one-third of his soul was directly absorbed, causing his appearance to age by twenty years, making him look as if he was forty or fifty years old.
He didn't tell anyone this either.
Then all the remaining points he had were converted into bombs, just for this copy.
Although he has always had a small hope in his heart, now... he has understood the reality.
Zhaodi probably can't be saved.
Even Zhaodi may be dead, and the soul in that body may have been replaced.
What else is there to say?
As long as Wang Quan and Ajiu can leave here alive, his wish has been fulfilled.
Looking at the struggling corpse at his feet, he frowned completely and decisively cut it into pieces.
Then he looked at the slowly squirming corpses on the ground and said: "Looking at the **** outside, I feel that dragging it down is not a good thing. If you have any clues, please tell me immediately. Let's hurry up."
Cheng Weihua was not in a good mood now, so Lin Yu took over from him and started talking.
"We just found out during the interrogation that this village has existed for nearly two thousand years. This sacrificial ceremony and religion have been handed down since the founding of the village. The high priests are all descendants of the same family, and that descendant is said to be loved by the gods.
's family.
"Every two generations in their family, a white-haired girl is born, and when she grows up, she becomes the high priest."
He glanced at Ajiu, who was still expressionless and just followed Wang Quan, "This time there is no difference of two generations. It should be because the leader and others destroyed the sacrifice when they came last time."
Wang Quan relied on his intuition to think carefully.
As a result, I didn't expect anything.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Lin Yu could only continue: "So we think we have to find the source of everything, which is the people who were there when the village was established and what happened at that time, in order to solve this problem."
Wang Quan nodded, "Indeed, if these people really can't be killed, it would be quite difficult to survive."
Even he couldn't leave.
By the way, what was his purpose of coming here?
I really can't remember it.
He just feels very comfortable now, and the feeling of being liberated both mentally and physically makes him a little addicted to it.
"Then let's get ready to go." Cheng Weihua said solemnly, "First go to the village chief's house and take a look. Generally, there should be clues there in something similar to the village chronicle."
"Before that." Wang Quan snapped his fingers, "Let's eat first."
Don’t go hungry after dinner.
Although it was only after five o'clock in the afternoon, he was indeed a little hungry.
I'm going to have to kill people soon, so I can't do it without a full meal.
Cheng Weihua: "..."
He sighed, "Okay."
An hour later, the group of people, who had eaten and drank enough, were ready to set off.
Looking at the rain outside which was lighter than before, Wang Quan took out a newspaper umbrella from his bag.
It is an umbrella with a newspaper pattern painted on the surface.
Bought online, 45 yuan.
He held an umbrella and took Ajiu out of the house.
Ajiu was still holding a small cart in her hand.
Those two boxes of gold were her life, and she couldn't throw them away.
Cheng Weihua and the other four were speechless, so they had no choice but to walk into the rain and get soaked in the rain.
He looked back at the room, and saw that the pieces of corpses in the room had squirmed together, and he must be able to become a corpse again in a short time.
"What to do with that thing inside?"
"This is easy to handle."
Wang Quan lit a cigarette and waited for a while.
Xin Zihao walked over from the next room, carrying a plastic box in his hand.
"Brother Quan! I really found gasoline!"
"Well, go and pour it."
After hearing Wang Quan's instructions, Xin Zihao entered the house and started pouring gasoline, and finally poured the remaining gasoline all the way to the door.
When he returned to the rain, Wang Quan took a puff of cigarette and then flicked the cigarette butt into the house:
"Let's go."
With the raging flames burning, Wang Quan turned his back to the house.
He looked at the shadowy corpses in the distance in the dim rainy night, threw the machete to Xin Zihao, and took the fire ax from his hand.
Then he moved his shoulders and neck, his eyes filled with scarlet: