Laughing like crazy, the metaphysics boss just came out of his stall and was noticed by the police

Chapter 51 Cannibalism
Fu Yiqing had no time to comfort anyone, so he covered his arms and entered Donghai Village.

Donghai Village without people is like a dead city, and the salty sea breeze brings a fishy smell.

It smells like death.

Fu Yiqing turned around and saw the ghost-possessed villagers changing direction and heading towards her.

They could know her location.

Even the human-faced soul in Cuijia Village can only be controlled by sucking the soul into the body, but this one in Donghai Village can be controlled directly.

It's not of the same magnitude.

The wound on his arm ached faintly. Fu Yiqing licked his lips, sneered, raised a yellow talisman and burned it.

In an instant, Huang Fu turned into a flying crane and flew towards the most prosperous square in Donghai Village.

Fu Yiqing followed and saw Feihe circling the fountain in the middle of the large square a few times and then stopped moving.

Taking a closer look, this is not a simple fountain, but a wishing fountain. The bottom of the pool is filled with gold coins, mostly modern coins, but there are also many coins from past dynasties.

Judging from the smell above, most of them were voted by people from Donghai Village.

There are always some novel things in modern society, such as the so-called wishing pools set up in some temples and scenic spots, which are actually a form of worship.

The secret she wanted to know was down here.

Lift your foot and kick.

The base of the fountain broke and flew far away. The coins inside were scattered all over the ground, filled with a trace of Yin Qi.

And the base of the fountain is nothing but dirt.

Fu Yiqing;…

Misjudgment?
Looking at Feihe who still hadn't left, Fu Yiqing thought for a moment and wanted to go to a nearby villager's house to find tools to dig the soil.

But she found that at some point, the villagers who were far away from her just now gathered around her again.

No, don’t the two old men Li Xunsong have no skills at all?
At this time, Li Xunsong, who was setting up the formation, suddenly sneezed.

"The Immortal must be worried about me." Li Xunsong was extremely moved.

Zhang Qiaosheng rolled his eyes, "Maybe I'm scolding you. Hurry up. Didn't you see those ghosts chasing the immortal's position?"

At this time, Fu Yiqing returned to the place where she was kicked and squatted, watching the crowd surround her.

Isn't there no tool?
Suddenly she had a brilliant idea.

The villagers were very fast. They held kitchen knives and scissors as if they were holding guns. They walked like a march and made no sound. The moment they surrounded her, they all struck hard and fast.

clang clang-

This is the sound of the blade cutting on the cement floor, accompanied by several rustling sounds of cutting into the mud.

Fu Yiqing, who had escaped long ago, stood behind the villagers with his teeth itching.

"Hey, I'm here."

Everyone looked back at her and chased after her. Fu Yiqing turned twice and squatted back to the position where he was cut.

After doing this several times, a pit was cut out under the fountain, and something like a stone slab could be vaguely seen.

Fu Yiqing wanted to repeat his old trick, but this time Li Xunsong and the two men were so strong that the person holding the knife to chop Fu Yiqing stopped moving.

What about pig teammates?
Fu Yiqing twitched the corner of his mouth and began to dig the soil. Soon, he touched the edge of the stone slab.

Fu Yiqing stretched out his hand to clasp the base, lifted it, and was stunned.

So tight?

Can't she lift it even with all her strength?

Fu Yiqing didn't believe in evil and ignored the arms in his hands. He gritted his teeth and lifted the stone slab.

A large piece of cement floor was destroyed, and a staircase appeared in front of him.

The end was dark, like an abyss.

Fu Yiqing stepped in, and a bone-chilling chill hit him. When he asked carefully, he found that it still smelled of rust.

When he reached the end, Fu Yiqing made a secret and illuminated the scene in front of him.This is an iron gate, and there is a row of blood-red numbers on the sign next to it: 444.

This looks like a prison from the Republic of China period.

Pushing open the iron door, Fu Yiqing stepped into it with a creaking sound.

It was dark inside, and the sound of dripping water sounded pleasant.

In front of him is a long passage, square and square, with mottled black marks on the wall.

There are also lines of characters that look like ghostly drawings, which are familiar and annoying.

It was the feeling of the original body. Fu Yiqing searched his memories and suddenly realized.

This line of writing is nonsense, it should be the slogan written by the little devil at that time.

No need to guess, this was either a prison or a base for the Japanese.

What's more, it might be a place where experiments were done, but if it was a place where experiments were done, how could the authorities not release it?
Fu Yiqing walked to the end of the passage, and suddenly, there was a "squeak" coming from the side.

"Woooooo-"

It was crying, and there was the sound of someone being dragged on the ground. The crying was very muffled, and the owner of the crying seemed speechless, but even so.

It can still make people feel desperate.

Fu Yiqing followed in the direction of the sound.

The sound of light footsteps was so clear in the empty corridor.

His eyes widened for a moment, and just when he was facing Fu Yiqing, blood was sprayed on his face.

Tick ​​tock.

The eyes were filled with blood. Fu Yiqing looked up and saw heads all over the roof.

It looked like it had been cut freshly, and the bright red gap was still flowing with fresh blood.

"Ugh—" Fu Yiqing was extremely disgusted and took a step back, wiping his face with his clothes.

When he looked up, he saw another horrifying scene. A Japanese man wearing a shit-yellow military uniform was tied to a wooden platform.

Another Japs raised their samurai swords and slashed four times. The bound Japs' limbs were immediately separated from his body.

The chopped hands were still very alive and trembled twice.

"@%...#&@￥!" The hacked Japanese howled in pain and begged for mercy to a bald man in white robe who was meditating next to him.

Fu Yiqing's pupils shrank, a monk from Sakura Country?
Listening to the Japanese's painful howl, Sakura Monk opened his eyes, looked at the Japanese with compassion, chanted sutras, and soothed the Japanese's body, which was twisting like a silkworm chrysalis.

The Japanese became even more desperate and cursed resentfully at Sakura Monk, his entire face distorted.

After Sakura Monk finished doing this, the Japs holding samurai swords came forward, smiled slightly, changed their previous quickness, and placed the sword on the neck of the Japs who had been hacked.

One knife, two knives, three knives...

Slowly, I cut fifty or sixty times in total, but only half of it was cut.

The cruel thing is that the mutilated devil is still alive, with fear, unwillingness and resentment all over his face.

Sakura Monk said something, and the Japanese who survived was put into a big jar next to him.

The jar was then sealed and pulled to the center of the room.

Fu Yiqing saw a strange talisman array.

The jar was placed in the center of the talisman array, and Monk Sakura began to meditate and chant sutras.

Fu Yiqing felt a headache after hearing this, and threw out a yellow talisman. The world became pure, and everything in front of him disappeared.

Only the talisman array was left. The color was not black as seen just now, but black and red, and it seemed to be still surging.

As soon as Fu Yiqing approached, groups of black shadows emerged from the center of the formation.

　When I wrote the second half, I held my neck while writing, ah, I was afraid.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)