Otherworldly Merchant

I finally figured out why he was here.

It's a wasteland, it looks like it's just a wasteland, but I don't know who's left behind.

In addition to requiring the lives of twelve people as sacrifices, the Yangtze will be held by the Falun Front. Otherwise, the shadow will dissipate without recalling it from the local capital.

This old man is not good at evil magic, he doesn't even speak Chinese. How can he learn such a magical battle?

But he hastily arrived, not knowing where to get the news from.

Though he had the murder number and could claim his life, those who had a particular birthday were extremely difficult to find, so he slowly gathered such a strong group.

Strong men seek joy and evil, and here it is not evil, but only the innocent dead, which is pitiful.

I pulled out the sand and drew a Dao An soul charm on the tablet.

A ray of black smoke rose. Black smoke is slightly adult, adults have children, they bow down to me and gradually drift away.

These souls are released and ready to return.

I kicked the rubble into little pieces and took the wooden carving and walked back.

When passing through the old man's body, he put the woodcarving in his hand and lit a flaming charm: “You killed innocent people, causing several lives to be lost in the Yellow Springs, and it was a sin to be forgiven! But for the sake of your loved ones floating across the sea and not forgetting, I'll give you back your reunion. Nevertheless, the evil ones like you shall never return, and I will punish you for being trapped here forever, with this mountain. ”

Throw the charm out.

The old man was immediately devoured by the fire of the bear, and I never went back to the campfire.

Slightly outside the campfire, full of blood, more than a dozen bandits are dying, and at the end of the day, they bite each other's neck and pull each other's intestines.

Everyone in the vicinity of the campfire is exhausted, naked. Body, tightly hugged together, not even breathing strength, but couldn't help letting each other go. Shoe socks are covered with clothes and wrapped in white flowers...

When I looked at Qinna, her clothes were intact and she was still lying quietly by the campfire, which was a relief.

Pike sat on a travel bag opposite the campfire, waving his legs loosely, holding a stick in his hand and what he was roasting.

Fat guide's face was white, his head was sweaty, his chewed lips were bleeding, and he sat beside Pike in horror, trembling.

When he saw me coming, he stared at me like a pair of tears for help, but he didn't dare say anything.

“The boss has chosen the right person.” Parker approached me with a warm greeting: “Dear Zhang, you are back just in time. I just baked it. Want to try it?” He lifted the stick in his hand.

The wooden stick was actually baked by hand.

A man!

The skin had been burned out and the bones smoked in a pitch-black area, only the palms and small arms were nourished with oil.

It wasn't until then that I realized that the sleeve tubes of the fat guide were empty, and the dripping blood was dripping.

Pike's grilled hands are this fat guy. He's a total pervert.

There must be plenty of food in the passenger's backpack. Can't you eat anything if you're hungry? Must you make such a bloody roast?

“You're welcome, eat first, then I'll cut off his left arm.” Pike shook the stick at me again and swept the fat guide obliquely: "The crowd didn't know how long it had been since they had bathed, it was too dirty, only this guy was cleaner. ”

The fat guide trembled and cried again with his big mouth, but didn't dare say a word.

God knows what kind of pain he endured while I was hunting the old man.

But you deserve it!

If it wasn't for him, how could these travelers have come to this shithole?

But I didn't want to take his life, and after all, I had to rely on him to get these people out. The scene here is horrible, and I really don't want them to know what happened that night.

“Enough, it's over.” I stared at Pike and said coldly.

That's a double word, both to say that everything that's happening here should be over and to warn him!

Pike shrugged his shoulder and stopped talking. He enjoyed eating his arm, and the fire shook down, and that seemingly graceful face looked extraordinarily lukewarm.

The fat guide looked at me with gratitude, trembling and weeping, staring at Pike with great fear, watching him bite his arm.

I sat down with Qin Na, she slept perfectly, I didn't know if she was baked by a bonfire or what she dreamed of. Her face was red and her mouth was still smiling sweetly, but this smile was really uncoordinated under the circumstances.

Luckily, she hasn't woken up yet, otherwise she really doesn't know what to be scared of.

“You come here!” I turned around and commanded the fat guide.

The guy freaked out, turned around and looked at Pike. He had no objection, so he rushed to plant and climb over.

Although he was cut off with one hand, Parker didn't know what to do. The blood stopped long ago. The blood on the sleeve tube was just residual. It didn't seem that painful. It was just that he was scared enough and the mental pain was far greater than the physical.

“You tell me exactly what's going on? If there is half a lie..."

“I dare not, I dare not... I say it all.” Fatty trembled and honestly talked.

Turns out, this fat guy is too lazy to do anything. He's too timid to do it. He just slips his tongue and sells wigs around the train station - tickets to help people pimp.

A month ago, someone suddenly found him and asked him if he wanted to make some money, which was neither risky nor difficult.

Fatty always thought, "No way, but he asked carefully what to do."

As soon as the man said he was a tour guide, Fatty immediately agreed. Black guides ignore travelers shopping, it's nothing, that's what they do all over the country anyway.

That's not what happened when he got on the boat!

The group used hypnosis to trick the passengers into coming here, having fun and then taking photo blackmail.

Even let them sign a note to mortgage the property or something.

He was a little scared but threatened again by these people. If he dared to quit, he killed his whole family and was then fascinated by the large sums of money.

Fatty himself doesn't hypnotize much, just get the passengers in the car.

As he has repeatedly stressed before, no talking to the villagers, no photography or anything, is an eye-catching method to avoid suspicion when everyone wakes up.

These bandits are all Vietnamese Chinese gangs close to the Chinese border. After failing in the gang fight, they snuck into China and somehow were compiled by the old man.

The old man is really Japanese and doesn't speak Chinese. But he had a very strange ability to hypnotize people and know what he meant.

He doesn't stain, he doesn't take a penny, he only has a hard request, he writes a birthday every time, only the person who finds the birthday can open the group.

This is a strange requirement, but fat people have to comply.

It's just that people like that are tough to touch, so until now, they only have three regiments.

That's not right.

The old man leaned on the murder number and killed 11 people. How could he have opened three regiments?