The wind blew the curtains, and I saw twenty-one dark brown urns in the space behind me, about the size of the water tank I used in my village, with the only difference being that the openings of these urns were very small. And, on each of them, a woman's head was exposed.

Human!

This word came to my mind for a moment, and then the silent sadness on Gu Lili's face spread to my chest. The women in the urns were not pretty, but they were young, their hair was black and shiny, neatly combed, and then scattered behind their heads, and I don't know what method Sakuran used, and the women's faces showed an unusually ruddy color, and there was a joyful mist in their eyes, as if they were enjoying something. Still, I could feel the resentment in my heart wafting through this space.

The screams came from the mouths of Wu Wulun's soldiers.

When these soldiers, who had fought in battles and were accustomed to seeing dead people, suddenly saw such a terrifying and evil thing, their hairs could not help but stand on end, and their concentration was low, and they even made a sound. I felt my whole body become so heavy, and walked slowly to the altar in the center, where there was a large bronze ding, of an ancient style, as if I had seen it somewhere. There was a burning flame inside, a beeping sound, and a strange aroma.

Wu Wulun sniffed it and looked back at the black-robed masked man, who shook his head and said that there was nothing wrong with it, the oil in it was human oil.

After Sakurang killed the captive victims, he distilled and purified the oil from his body, and the oil obtained at 130 °C to 150 °C was of good quality, clear in color and delicate in touch, and sold to foreign groups to make high-end cosmetics to raise funds; The oil above 200°C is used to light the fire of the altar and attract the gods above the sacrifice.

My brow twitched, and I couldn't help but have a strong hatred for Sakurang's organization.

For such a perverted organization, the destruction is the best way for it to return, right?

I subconsciously took two steps back, and Uncle reached out and patted me on the shoulder, motioning for me to look around. Wu Wulun's men were extremely capable, and after a short period of surprise, they began to search the surroundings of the room, and the black-robed masked man said that these people were the medicine tools that summoned Xiao Heitian, and Wu Wulun wanted to destroy them, prevent them from existing, and solve the problem at the root. However, the black-robed masked man stopped him, saying that once these women die, they will instantly condense their resentment into a peak, and there is a great chance that the guy will be summoned, so not only can't they be killed, but we also have to prevent them from dying.

Wu Wulun's face turned black, and he asked how to strangle that little black sky in the cradle of birth?

The black-robed masked man was calm, walked slowly to the altar, kicked the bronze tripod open, and then asked someone to bring a big lid, sealed the tripod, turned around and smiled, saying that the problem was actually very simple, as long as the arrangement of the altar was destroyed, everything would be fine. Sure enough, after the flame of the bronze 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 look on her face. I was anxious about the safety of the miscellaneous trail, so I walked over and asked Wu Wulun, where is the place where the people are closed? If Sakuran's men were mad and killed everyone they captured, wouldn't it be a wasted trip?

Although Wu Wulun was anxious to go to the blood pool, when he heard me say this, he nodded in agreement and looked at the black-robed masked man. The masked man said that it was at the end of the Western Corridor, but it was better to act in unison, to know the way, and to hide them in the shadows. I insisted on rescuing Zamao Xiaodao first, and Wu Wulun also agreed with my idea and arranged for five soldiers to accompany me to save people, accompanied by Xiong Ming, and the uncle who had performed well just now was left by him as a hostage.

We all agreed to this arrangement, and walked out of this door and hurriedly walked towards the west corridor, while Wu Wulun and the others needed to go through the back door of this white room and go to the treasury to destroy the blood pool.

I felt a little uneasy in my heart, and ran through the empty west corridor with Xiong Ming and the other six people, and when I came to the end, a soldier kicked the door open, and two people were bending their bows not far away to shoot, but they were hit in the head by an accurate point shot and fell down. When I saw someone, I felt at ease, only to see that this room was a little larger, with all kinds of wooden furniture, and old iron cabinets, Xiong Ming ran to the corpses of the two people, leaned over and took out a bunch of keys, and 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 the others and I rushed into the door, and sure enough, it was really a cell, just like our cell there, and it was also a wide stone hall, with the same stone pillar erected in the middle, except that at the end of the chain on the stone pillar, more than thirty women were locked. The women were all haggard and dirty, some with glazed eyes, some weeping frantically, but as soon as we entered, all the voices were frozen and transformed into cautious peeping.

These women come from different backgrounds, including local faces, Chinese, blonde and blue-eyed girls, and women with Indian faces.

The only thing they had in common was a visceral fear when they looked at us.

When we revealed our identities, the women were all crying and bustling, and naturally someone took the key to unshackle them, and I followed the base of the wall to the cells in the darkness to see if the miscellaneous trail was there. However, I still didn't find the figure of the prodigal, but found a few Taiwanese girls locked up in a single room. After patrolling around, we rescued nearly 40 women of different nationalities, but there was still no miscellaneous trail, which made my heart extremely stressed.

When I was about to go out, Xiong Ming stopped me.

He was holding a young woman dressed as a Miao family and told me that this was the missing girl from their village. He had a serious face and said that the cultists outside had not been cleared, and they should not be allowed to go out for the time being, otherwise it would be very dangerous. He suggested that two soldiers be left with him to guard here, and that I should go back and report the news first. I looked at this messy room, there were a few women who were already mentally disordered, and as soon as they were free, they ran out of the door regardless of the greeting, and were chased back, knowing that this would definitely not work, so I agreed, and asked Xiong Ming to discuss with the five soldiers, and then I took the three soldiers back to find the main force to report the news.

Some women thought we were going to abandon them and wanted to follow, but they were scared back by Xiong Ming with a gun.

On the way back to the west corridor of the White Altar room, I passed by a room and suddenly felt a very familiar voice calling to me, a feeling I couldn't say, like a friend I hadn't seen for a long time, greeting me. I didn't think much of it at all, but I kicked the door open according to my instincts, and there were two people inside, dressed as Sarkurang's disciples, who saw me rushing in, raised their knives and slashed, I first kicked the one in front of me, and then the gunshots around me immediately rang out, and the two men were beaten into a sieve, and the flesh was all over the place.

I looked at the corpses of these two guys and sighed in my heart: This is the power of the country's strength, no matter how powerful these two people are, their flesh and blood can't stop the power of guns and bullets. Look at the development of Taoism in China, no matter how powerful it is, after liberation, most of them have hidden their bodies and shrunk back.

Instead of looking at the two dead men, I walked straight to one of the large rows of cabinets on the left side of the room, reached out and pulled the lock on it, and it broke, revealing a large pile of bits and pieces inside, and in this there were the things I had lost before: the clay sculptures of the Shock Mirror and the Miscellaneous Path. Seeing these two things, I couldn't help but burst into tears, my mother, this is actually the warehouse where Sakurang placed his loot, if it weren't for the mirror spirit in the shock mirror calling me, I really missed it. I also found my backpack in the corner () with my documents in it.

The character is so good, I excitedly stuffed all these things into my bag, and looked around the room to see if I could find some powerful magic weapons—my Zhenjing saw that it was a treasure, and since they put it here, it means that there should be a lot of good things here.

However, just as I was about to be a gentleman on the beam once, a strange cry came from a distance, which made people tense their nerves in an instant.

The sound came from the white room where the army had just been, and as soon as the three soldiers next to me heard it, they shouted at me and rushed down the hallway. I didn't know what was going on in the road, so I didn't care about messing with the things in this room, so I ran outside with my bag on my back, and hurriedly followed, and soon we were back at the door of the white room. Seeing that the door of the room was open, there was an indescribable coldness spreading inside, three soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, they are all a little hesitant.

I knotted my hands and secretly recited the Vajrasattva Dharma Mantra, calmed down, kicked open the door, and in an instant, an eerie cold air flowed through my body like an electric current. In front of us, there were more than a dozen soldiers lying on the ground, their bodies covered with a layer of white frost, and a thin man with a bamboo pole was holding a gabala bowl and struggling with a cloud of white gas.

This Gabala bowl was actually a container made of the skull of a dead man, and 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 a few steps, and was amazed to find the women in the clay urns behind the white curtains, their eyes had been opened, all of them were as red as blood, and under the eyes were speckled with bloody tears. The most important thing is that they all have strange smiles on their faces, and let out a kind of mourning that is beyond words—how did the women's tongues come out when all their tongues have been cut out?

Whining...... Whining......