Son of the Tower

Chapter 268 'Dungeon' Expedition II
The living corpses can't run fast, but they will come because of the noise, and there are a lot of them.

Meng Zou quickly corrected the number of living corpses from fifteen to twenty-five, and Mars also heard footsteps at another fork at the end of the corridor.

So the number increased again and again, Mars took out the ultraviolet lamp behind his waist at the three-way intersection, and nailed it to the top with spiritual energy.

Meng Zou also took out a UV stick and threw it into the corridor behind him.The keen Mars heard the scream, but Meng Zou couldn't hear it. It was almost certain that there was a ghost nearby, and he had just been injured by the ultraviolet lamp.

After telling this information to the West Gate Police Superintendent who was coming down, Mars simply didn't leave - if he didn't deal with the ghost body, if he went deeper, it would be a road to hell.It's okay for Mars to run alone, but it's unrealistic to keep everyone.

However, he scanned the surroundings with spiritual power, but Mars didn't find anything. Could it be that the ghost ran away?

With such a sense of doubt, Mars waited until the elevator. At this time, there were very clear footsteps from the corridor on the left. Mars raised his gun, and the purple light flashlight from the muzzle hit the unfortunate living corpses. Most of them are wearing spring clothes—these should be the illegal immigrants who entered New Hangzhou before. They have no identity, and most of them work odd jobs in the new urban area, and then live in the sewers to make a living.

A few days ago, when the tide of psychic energy did not rise, this was a normal life for stowaways. After ten years of hard work, there might be a day when they would get their ID cards.

But the tide of psychic energy came, and the underground areas such as sewers began to become more and more dangerous under the scouring of psychic energy. This was the case with the previous meltdown bugs. Insects as small as centimeters in size, the soup that burst out could not even break through human skin.

Now it is a creature with its own optical camouflage. The maximum size of the individual can reach [-] centimeters. The hot and corrosive liquid can melt muscles and bones. For mortals, this thing is very dangerous, but fortunately it hates light.

As for things like ghosts, before the tide of psychic energy came, apart from Mars who was lucky enough to encounter it once, he also encountered a total of three times in the entire city of New Hangzhou for nearly a century.

It was the first time Master Sage encountered it in the deep layer, and he came back with a bead dropped by the ghost.

The second time was the encounter of the unlucky campers in the wild at night. Six of the seven people died, and the rest of the lucky ones also went crazy.

The third time was Mars, the ghost was still very powerful, but the ball was still dead.

The vast majority of people thought that the ghost died when it encountered sunlight and was unlucky to get home.

But the mentor said that it was Mars' blood that ignited the ghost.

Your family is born to exorcise demons, and your apex Lady Maya is a legendary shaman who is proficient in fighting ghosts, and you have her blood on your body.

That's what the instructor said.

"Are shallow sewers so dangerous now?"

The Western Superintendent came to Mars. He also saw the remains of the melted blaster, and he also saw Mars shoot and kill the living corpses: "We have to go from the right."

"We'd better establish a safe ultraviolet safe zone at every intersection. I just found out that there seems to be a ghost, but I couldn't find it when I scanned it with psionic power."

"Ghost, lord, it looks like the guys from the repair team really hit it off," said Ron, pulling out his cross necklace and kissing it.

If it's anything else, Mars will pay attention to this guy's beliefs, but the cross he took out is the standard religious object of the Justice Church. What is the Justice Church? This is the most beautiful church in the entire West now. With the tide of psychic energy, there are at least seventy more venerables in this order. The four major safe areas in the south, the Great Wilderness, Fort Carter, Farol, Great Woodlands, and Westland, are now known as ironclad. Sustained by extraordinary organizations.

"Don't worry, I'm scanning every 30 seconds now, and I can't find any spirits at all. They should have run away." When Mars said this, he thought about what happened just now—he heard screams , but it's not the screaming sound of ghosts.

I don't know what it is, it may be a ghost, or it may be a harmless spirit body, which was directly ignited and purified by the ultraviolet light.

But be careful.

In order to ensure follow-up safety, Superintendent Ximen arranged two ultraviolet lamps here, and then a group of people began to move towards the corridor on the right, and soon encountered at least twenty living corpses.

Mars felt that it was not appropriate to shoot, as it might attract more living corpses, so he pulled out the alloy sword, bullied the living corpses, chopped them up one by one and destroyed their brains.

After Mars wiped out the living corpses with his alloy sword, Inspector Lin inspected several of them: "How many black household registrations are there in our city?"

"Kane Tasman and Gao Xiaotian conducted an interview before. They found a lot of black accounts. Kane Tasman and Gao Xiaotian also counted that there are at least 60 or more black accounts in New Hangzhou. After these smugglers enter the city, there are too many places to digest their labor. The most important point is that they do not need to pay insurance. The capitalists like this kind of labor too much, but even if it is such a treatment, the smugglers also feel Better than living in their hometown, which is really another artistic expression of hell."

The police officer named Gu Qingcheng said so.

This made Mars raise his eyebrows—this person should be a northernist, and there are many northerners in southern Thailand these days, but the northerners in southern Thailand unite and look at it—they are not as good at that. What about the ministers who manage the country and the omnic masters of the National Data Center.

Besides, there are still seven sages such as Yu Xianzhe, and they count together—this land does not seem to need them.

So the northernists in southern Thailand prefer to go to places where they are needed more, or help comrades in other countries when they can.

"Has Kane Tasman ever done this kind of interview? It's really interesting." Ling Guoguo sighed while looking at the map in her hand: "We're going to go left next."

"Da Guo, turn on the lamp." Superintendent Ximen ordered while checking the date stamp left by the previous repair team when repairing the lamp: "Two months ago, the municipal department recently said that the grassroots are lazy, you asked me to do the repairs. You're also lazy, if you don't come down, you'll be expelled, if you come down, you might lose your life."

Superintendent Ximen's complaints drew light laughter from everyone.

While Mars stopped, Meng Zou lowered his body and pulled out a corpse from the central aqueduct.

"The yellow vest is from the repair team." Meng Zou looked at Superintendent Ximen with everyone while saying this.

"Look at what I'm doing, register his badge, Ron, come here." Superintendent Ximen talked about other things.

(End of this chapter)