Chapter 34 Chapter 60 Rescue the Prisoner, Changes in the White Room

The wind blew the curtains, and I saw twenty-one dark brown pottery urns in the space behind. The openings are small, and a woman's head is exposed on each of them. Human shit! Such a word came to my mind instantly, and then the silent sadness on Gu Lili's face spread to my chest.These women in pottery urns are not beautiful, but they all look young. Their hair is black and shiny, combed neatly, and then scattered behind their heads.I don't know what method Sakuran used, but the women's faces showed an unusual rosy color, and their eyes were also blurred with joy, as if they were enjoying something.However, even so, I can still feel the resentment in my heart floating in this space.

The cry came from the mouths of Wu Wulun's soldiers. These soldiers who had fought in battle and were used to seeing dead people suddenly saw such a terrifying and evil thing, their hairs stood on end, their concentration was low, and they even made a sound.I felt that my whole body became very heavy, and I walked slowly towards the altar in the center, where there was a big copper tripod with a simple style, I seemed to have seen it somewhere.There is a burning flame inside the tripod, which makes a "beep beep beep" sound and a strange aroma. Wu Wulun smelled it, then turned to look at the black-robed masked man, who shook his head and said it was all right, the oil in it was human oil.

These human oils are after Sakulang killed the victim who was taken captive here, he distilled and purified the oil from his body. The oil obtained at 130°C to 150°C is of better quality, clear in color and delicate in hand, and sold to foreign groups for high-end cosmetics , to raise funds; and the oil obtained above 200°C is used to ignite the fire on the altar and lead the sacrifice to the gods above. My brows twitched, and I couldn't help feeling a strong hatred for the Sakurang organization in my heart. For such a perverted organization, destruction is its best way back, right? I subconsciously took two steps back, my uncle reached out and patted my shoulder, motioning me to look around.Wu Wulun's men were extremely capable, and after a short period of surprise, they began to search around the room.The masked man in black robe said that these people are the medicine to summon Xiao Heitian, so Wu Wulun wanted to destroy them, prevent them from existing, and solve them from the root cause.However, the black-robed masked man stopped him, saying that once these women die, they will instantly condense their resentment to the peak, and there is a high chance of summoning that guy, so not only can't kill them, but we also need to prevent them from dying.

Wu Wulun's face turned black, and he asked how to kill that little Heitian in the cradle. The black-robed masked man calmed down, walked slowly to the altar, kicked the bronze tripod away, and then asked someone to bring a big cover to seal the tripod.Then, he turned around and smiled, saying that the problem is actually very simple, as long as the arrangement of the altar is destroyed, everything will be fine.Sure enough, after the flame of the copper tripod was extinguished, the temperature in the room rose instead, and the woman in the pottery urn, although her eyes were still closed, showed a painful expression on her face.I was worried about the safety of the miscellaneous hair path, so I went over and asked Wu Wulun, where is the place where people are locked up?If Sakurang's people were insane and killed everyone they captured, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

Although Wu Wulun was anxious to go to the blood pool, he nodded in agreement after hearing what I said, and looked at the masked man in black.The masked man said it was at the end of the West Corridor, but it's best to act together, you know, Shanzang and the others are still hiding in the dark and watching.I insisted on rescuing Zamao Xiaodao first, Wu Wulun also agreed with my idea, and arranged for five soldiers to accompany me to rescue people, Xiong Ming was also with me, and the uncle who performed well just now was kept as a hostage by him. We all agreed to this arrangement.Out of this door, I hurried to the west corridor, while Wu Wulun and the others had to go through the back door of the white room and go to the warehouse to destroy the blood pool.

I felt a little uneasy, and ran with Xiong Ming and other six people through the empty west corridor, and when we came to the end, a soldier kicked the door open.Two people were bending their bows not far away to shoot, but they were hit in the head by precise bursts and fell down.When I saw people, I felt at ease. I saw that this room was a little bigger, with various wooden furniture and old iron cabinets.Xiong Ming ran to the bodies of the two men, leaned over and took out a bunch of keys, then ran to the iron door on the west side of the room, and opened the lock on the door. As soon as the door opened, a cry was heard.

Two soldiers stood guard at the door with guns, and I and others rushed through the door.Sure enough, this place is really a prison cell, just like our prison cell, it is also a wide stone hall with exactly the same stone pillars erected in the middle, the difference is that more than thirty women are locked at the end of the chains on the stone pillars.These women were all haggard and dirty, some had dull eyes, some were crying frantically, but as soon as we walked in, all the voices were condensed and turned into cautious peeps. These women come from different sources. Some have local faces, some are Chinese, some are blond and blue-eyed, and women with Indian faces.The only thing they have in common is that when they look at us, there is a kind of fear from the heart.

When we revealed our identities, all these women burst into tears, and it was very lively.Naturally, someone took the key to unshackle them, and I followed the wall and looked for the cells in the dark, trying to see if there was a path of miscellaneous hair.However, I still did not find the figure of the prodigal son, but found a few Taiwanese girls locked in a single room.After a round of inspections, we rescued nearly forty women of different nationalities, but there were still no miscellaneous trails. This incident caused great pressure in my heart. When I was about to go out, Xiong Ming stopped me.He was supporting a young woman dressed as the Miao family, and told me that this was the missing girl from their village.With a serious face, he said that the cultists outside had not been purged, and they could not be allowed to go out for the time being, otherwise it would be very dangerous.He suggested leaving two soldiers to guard here with him, and asked me to go back and report first.I looked at the chaotic room. Several women had gone out of their minds. As soon as they were free, they ran out the door regardless of the call, and were chased back again.I knew that this would not work, so I agreed, and asked Xiong Ming to discuss with the five soldiers, and then I would take the three soldiers back and report to the main force.

Some women thought we were going to abandon them and wanted to follow, but were scared back by Xiong Ming holding a gun. Turning back to the west corridor of the white altar room, I passed a room, and suddenly felt a very familiar voice calling me. I couldn’t describe this feeling, like a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time was greeting me.I didn't think much about it at all, I just kicked the door open according to my intuition.There were actually two people inside, dressed as followers of Sakurang. Seeing me rushing in, I raised my knife and slashed. Flesh and blood. Looking at the bodies of these two guys, I sighed in my heart: This is the power of the country. No matter how powerful these two people are, their flesh and blood cannot stop the power of bullets.Look at the development of Taoism in China, no matter how powerful it is, most of them hide their bodies and shrink back after the development of modern military technology.

I didn't continue to look at the two dead people, but went straight to one of the large rows of cabinets on the left side of the room, stretched out my hand and yanked the lock on it, and it broke, revealing a lot of broken things inside. , there are things I lost before: Zhenjing and the statue sculptures of Zamao Xiaodao.Seeing these two things, I couldn't help but burst into tears. My mother, this is actually the warehouse where Sakuron puts the loot. If it wasn't for the mirror spirit in the shaking mirror calling me, I really missed it.I also found my backpack in the corner with my papers in it.

The character is so good, I excitedly stuffed all these things into the bag, looked around the room, to see if I could find some powerful magic tools——my mirror knew it was a treasure, since they Putting it here shows that there should be many good things here. However, just when I was about to be a gentleman on the beam, there was a strange cry from a distance, which made people tense up in an instant. The sound came from the white room where the large army was staying just now. When the three soldiers next to me heard it, they yelled at me, and then rushed over there along the corridor.I didn't know what happened. I didn't care about the things in the room, so I ran outside with my bag on my back, and hurriedly followed. Soon, we came to the door of the white room again.The door of the room was ajar, and there was an indescribable coldness spreading inside. The three soldiers looked at me and you, all hesitant. I tied my hands in the external mudra, secretly chanted the Vajrasattva Samantabhadra mantra, calmed down, and kicked open the door. In an instant, a gloomy cold air flowed through my body like an electric current.In front of our eyes, there were a dozen or so soldiers lying in disorder on the ground, their bodies were covered with a layer of white frost, and a thin man with a bamboo pole was holding a Gabala bowl and was struggling with a cloud of white air.This Gabala bowl is actually a container made of the skull of a dead person. He held it in his hand, and his movements became more and more sluggish. Other than that, there is no one else. I rushed forward in a few steps, and suddenly found the women in the pottery urns behind the white curtain. They had opened their eyes, all of them were blood-like red, and there were blood and tears under the eyes.The most important thing is that all of them had weird smiles on their faces, and they uttered a mournful cry beyond language—the women's tongues were all cut off, how did this sound come out? woo woo woo woo……