Chapter 406: The Geese Pecked at Each Other’s Eyes, and the Two Worlds Fought Together (10k)

Wen Yan stood on the ground, with red-gold flames burning on his body, but his expression was very calm.

He personally opened the door to the era of ghosts in Nanyang, and it was destined to cause some bad things.

But at this moment, his heart became more determined.

As the saying goes, if the disease is in the skin, it can be treated with hot water and ironing; if it is in the skin, it can be treated with acupuncture and moxibustion; if it is in the intestines and stomach, it can be treated with fire and qi; if it is in the bone marrow, it is under the control of the God of Life, and there is nothing we can do about it.

Now it is in the skin, in the intestines and stomach, and it is almost in the bone marrow.

If we don’t operate to remove the tumor and scrape the bone to treat the poison now, and wait for the next stage, can we expect the Nanyang Alliance, which has collapsed into this ghost state, to solve it by itself?

At that time, in order to avoid the loss of lips and teeth, a world boss who has developed to the peak can enter his territory with one step, and he will force a certain Dongda to come down and clean up his ass.

At that time, any economic losses will be secondary, and how many of our own people will die?

In the most extreme case, if things go wrong, a ghost country will appear in the present world, and it is a ghost country that is extremely hostile to living people.

Wen Yan no longer has any anger, he has passed the stage of anger.

Now he just wants to make some dregs play the remaining value, turn them into fire agent soup, and cure the stubborn diseases here.

Even if it cannot be completely cured, at least it can make this stubborn disease change from a disease in the stomach to a disease in the skin. At that time, there is no need for too drastic means, such as surgery to remove tumors and scrape bones to treat poison.

Maybe by then, it will be a small scattered problem that can be solved by the grassroots staff of the Lieyang Department.

The huge dead souls, together with the more than ten thousand dead souls before, gathered together, and the excessively huge yin and resentment gathered into a huge torrent.

Wherever they passed, all the flames were forcibly suppressed. The first-line executioners here were involved, and some broken dead souls reached out and pulled them.

Their souls were swept away by this great force, and all the protection on their bodies became a thin layer of toilet paper, which would break with a slight touch.

In a factory far away, a man tied to an operating table watched countless ghosts passing through the wall beside him, and wanted to say something, but no ghost touched him.

Then, a piercing long cry came from the monitor, and a ghost broke out of the broken flesh, took firm steps, and joined the army of ghosts.

From the sky, it was like a huge black and gray river, flowing through the ground and rushing to the depths of the island.

Sitting in the helicopter, the first old monk to arrive had a bitter face and turned the rosary in his hand quickly.

"What a sin."

Having witnessed the surging waves with his own eyes, the old monk knew that he was powerless.

He held the phone and saw that the scattered people on the ground were basically taken away by a wave, so he was ready to make a call.

But then, when he saw a man shivering against a car outside the industrial zone, and when the wave rushed over, the man was able to stand up and run all the way outside, he was stunned.

He hung up the phone he had just dialed.

He hesitated for a moment and asked the pilot to get closer.

The pilot's face turned pale and he was reluctant, because such a large number of people had already caused changes in the celestial phenomena, and even ordinary people's naked eyes could clearly see the extremely shocking scene in front of them.

"Put me in the nearest place."

"Master, you'd better not go over there, it's useless."

"I just want to take a look."

The helicopter found an open space to land, and the old monk got off the helicopter and walked quickly towards the park.

Soon, he saw the person who escaped, and asked him, only to find out that this person was a tourist who was kidnapped today.

The old monk already had a guess in his heart, he chanted a Buddhist name, and immediately walked towards the park firmly.

When he approached the park, he felt the cold yin energy around him, and the strong resentment, but there was still yang energy hidden in it.

Seeing that more survivors appeared under the fog and chaos after the fire was extinguished, the old monk understood it completely.

He approached the place that was like a volcanic eruption, constantly spewing out negative energy and resentment, and personally felt the power here.

When he saw those broken souls up close and saw that each soul had a red-gold mark on it, he closed his eyes, put away his phone, and was no longer prepared to do anything.

He could feel those powers, and he could also feel that someone was trying his best to guide and restrain them.

The old monk breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the destruction of the city with a population of millions not far away, as he had expected, was probably impossible.

Looking at those broken souls again at this moment, the old monk had a bitter face and struggled in his heart. In the end, he sat down and began to recite scriptures with his eyes closed.

He was not going to care about it, nor was he going to notify the person who invited him.

This was retribution, and he could not interfere. Even if he was willing to follow the example of the sages, cutting meat to feed the eagle and sacrificing his body to feed the tiger, it was far from enough.

The old monk thought about it and felt that his realm was not deep enough and his awareness was not high enough. He did not have the ability and awareness to enter the game with his body and cut out the cancer. All he could do was to help the dying people transcend in advance. I hope these things will be settled as soon as possible.

Later, more people came and learned that the old monk had entered the park. They were shocked. Some people who usually did serious work mustered up their courage and were ready to sacrifice themselves. They found the old monk sitting there chanting scriptures, intact.

The long river roared past, but it didn't hurt the old monk at all, nor did it hurt the people who came in.

Everyone's expression was a little complicated. One after another, they said nothing and sat silently behind the old monk.

Some people looked even more confused. They didn't understand whether what they did on weekdays was meaningful. If it was meaningful, they didn't know that there were so many dead souls so close to them.

People who can come here can guess why they have become like this just by looking at those broken dead souls.

Those who can come in are all people who are just and willing to do practical things and do good things. It is precisely because of this that they will not be attacked after they come in. It is also because of this that the impact on their minds will be greater.

The first ones to be knocked down were not those guys who wanted to stop the chariot with their arms, but those who really wanted to do practical things here.

When the black and gray fog rolled and turned into a suspended river on the ground, roaring towards the distant city, everyone could see it.

But they could do nothing. Everyone could only watch, watching the fog rushing towards the city at a very fast speed.

Many people saw with their own eyes that a large number of ghosts rushed by their side.

After a brief chaos, when people found that in addition to the sudden coldness of the air, the ghosts that looked very scary ignored them directly, they began to calm down slowly.

But some people could not calm down.

The gangs in the city, when they were washed away, only heard a few gunshots inside, and then they were completely quiet, and all the members died suddenly.

Because they were the front-line executors of many kidnapping and operation cases.

In the office building, several people in suits and leather shoes heard that the ghosts did not seem to hurt people, and just relaxed, they were taken away by a large group of ghosts.

Because they make money by cleaning the property of the victims and selling the parts of the victims.

Every person who was taken away was stained with the blood of these ghosts, the kind that could not be washed clean even with aqua regia.

Drug addicts, dealers, gangs, black police, accounting firms, black doctors, politicians, rich people, evil professionals, this perfect industry chain has ushered in the most thorough blow, and all participants have been taken away in one wave.

So fast that they didn't even have time to smash the computer hard drive.

In just 20 minutes, the mighty black and gray fog river whistled past and disappeared in the city, and then the black clouds in the sky also drifted away, and the ray of moonlight, like clear water, slowly fell, illuminating the city with flashing lights.

The citizens who were still in shock, no one slept at this time, why sleep, hurry up to make phone calls, hurry up to post, anyway, there are things to do.

The news began to explode, with this place as the center, spreading in all directions.

On the other side, Wen Yan was dragged by the thick yin and resentment in this long river of fog, and followed it, moving forward quickly.

He said nothing, just watched. So far, he had taken away so many Le Se, and he didn't feel anything unusual. No ghost had violated their agreement.

To be honest, Wen Yan was very relieved and uncomfortable. They could actually be reasonable in this situation and were willing not to cross the line.

He closed his eyes and stopped looking, letting himself be dragged and floated.

The long river that stretched for several kilometers whistled past. On this big island, the speed was getting faster and faster. It only took two hours to make a circle here and complete the most thorough cleaning.

Wen Yan led them to the road where Qin Banliang was buried and borrowed the road to the next location.

The black and gray fog gradually dissipated. At the same time, no matter what time it was, people all over the world were called up.

Many residents in the city took pictures of only black and gray fog and strong winds, but if you want to say that something is fake when everyone can see it, it will be difficult to wash it.

And there are indeed some cameras that can capture the countless ghosts whistling past.

In addition, a large number of people did die suddenly in the cities on the big island, especially in the places where gangs were stationed, and gang members in a few places were directly wiped out.

No one wanted to explain what could not be explained clearly.

In the Lieyang Department, the small meeting started again. Looking at the photos, video materials and text materials that were constantly sent, the old Taoist sighed and chanted a holy name.

He knew that Wen Yan would not let things get completely out of control if he was present.

But he did not expect that Wen Yan could restrain himself by making at least 200,000 or 300,000 resentful souls there, and even most of them lost consciousness.

According to the information available so far, the identities of the people who died in the Nanyang city have been confirmed, and their reputations are not very good to say the least.

The head of the headquarters watched quietly, and he now understood why the old Taoist said that Wen Yan was soft-hearted.

The long river washed over, and it made such a big fuss, but only a few scumbags died. To be honest, it was indeed soft-hearted.

The old Taoist priest said that if he tried to suppress such a large number of dead souls and such resentment, he would have to sacrifice his life's practice at the very least. If tens of thousands of people didn't die, it would be considered that the dead souls were restrained.

But at present, it has been confirmed that only a few hundred scums died in that city, and even if more were added later, it would be at most more than a thousand.

The head of the headquarters looked at the information, combined with the information Wen Yan had given before, and probably found a reason.

Except for the large number of villains who had died suddenly in the park, the reason why so few people died in the city was because of profit sharing.

In addition to the necessary manpower and the necessary profit sharing objects, those who control how to share the profits have tried their best to reduce the number of people to share the money.

This is a very normal thing, and the more people there are, the more difficult it is to keep the news secret.

If you count it this way, if you count the people in the park and those in the neighboring city, just this place, there are almost two or three thousand people stationed there who rely on that profit chain to make a living.

This is already a very astonishing number.

If it were in Shenzhou, the action corresponding to this number would at least use tens of thousands of fully armed personnel to crush it.

What was the last time Shenzhou used such a large-scale force?

The general manager thought about it and only thought of flood control and disaster relief.

Even when dealing with those ghost gods of wealth last time, more than 20 counties acted at the same time, including logistics, and only used two or three thousand people.

The conference room was very quiet, everyone was watching and paying attention in real time.

The current situation abroad has already swept away the resistance to the implementation of the policy in China.

Now we have to consider only the details, strength, speed, etc. of the implementation later.

And there is another thing lined up with these things.

Pick up the two younger generations from China later.

…

On the southernmost island of Nanyang, a plane landed, and the boss was holding a tablet, looking at the latest news with a gloomy face.

His phone is still ringing, and he asked his men to answer it while he adjusted his state.

Things have come to this point and it is irreversible.

He can only take the last road.

"Are all the gold bricks ready?"

"All ready." The old man next to him, who was obviously younger and more energetic, immediately replied.

"Okay, you take the plane back first, no need to wait here."

When the boss put down the tablet and prepared to get up and leave, he saw that the old man who should have seen him off was still standing in the middle, motionless.

"Boss, I'll go with you."

"No, go back. Do you want me to say it again?"

The old man bowed slightly and sighed.

"Boss, do you really want to take this step?"

The boss frowned slightly, and heard that the tone was not right.

The old man said sincerely.

"Boss, I have been with you for so many years. You should know what I want.

I just want to live longer. I am unwilling to die so early.

I know best what you have done over the years.

I also know best what kind of personality you have.

I am just a dog that is easy to use. It is useful when it is useful.

When it is useless, I am the one who knows the most things that I should not know.

But, I have been with you for so many years, and many things have been handled by me.

I bought this plane and found a company to hang it.

I naturally know that there was a bomb in the fuel tank.

The gold coins received by the pilot's family were all delivered by me personally."

The boss looked at the humble, obedient, low-key subordinate in front of him, who could handle most things steadily, as if he had known him again.

"You didn't deliver the gold bricks to the destination, right?"

"Indeed, it's still a little short. I've followed you for so many years and have such good resources. If I don't have my own friends, then I've followed you for nothing."

The boss took a breath. At this time, he remembered that he began to use this subordinate step by step because the other party was capable and low-key.

He thought about many things, but he didn't think that his most trusted subordinate would betray him.

The old man looked at his face and seemed to know what he was thinking, and said immediately.

"Boss, don't misunderstand me. I didn't betray you. I was just protecting myself."

"How many gold coins do you want?"

"No, no, no, boss, you misunderstood me. I didn't betray you, nor did I take advantage of the situation.

It's not my choice now, but yours.

According to the agreement, I will definitely not betray you. You should know that.

If you ask me to go back with the plane now, then I will go back with the plane.

If I unfortunately encounter a plane crash, it is my fate. I can no longer work for the boss.

If you ask me to get out, then I will get out.

After I get out, I will tell my friends to work overtime and deliver the things to the place as soon as possible.

Your gold bricks will appear intact where they should appear."

The boss was so angry that his face turned blue. He thought about everything. He even thought about it before. The base of the park was exposed and the intersection was exposed.

But he never thought that the situation at this moment might happen.

The arrow had to be shot. He had no time to think about it and had no time to pull with this seemingly submissive subordinate here.

He stretched out a hand, and a scroll slowly appeared in his hand.

After he pulled the scroll apart, he tore it apart fiercely. In an instant, the scroll ignited without fire and turned into ashes.

"You are fired, get out!"

"Boss, thank you very much.

Don't worry, I will not delay anything. I can't work for you in the future. Take care of yourself.

By the way, if you don't want 100% profit, you want 120%.

Then you wouldn't have encountered the situation today.

When doing things and being a person, you have to be less extreme and leave a little room for others.

Have a little trust in people. "

The old man saluted and turned to get off the plane.

The boss's face was livid. So many things before didn't break his defense, because he had long anticipated similar situations.

But now, he was really a little broken.

After getting off the plane, he drove to the destination.

When he arrived at the place and entered the camp, he asked and found out that something had been delivered half an hour ago.

At that time, his plane had not landed yet.

When he entered the belly of the mountain, he saw boxes. After opening them, there were neatly stacked gold bricks inside.

There was a letter on the gold bricks.

After opening it, it was written by the old man.

"Boss, you should believe me, I will definitely not betray you.

I have done my best to do what you want and what you want.

If you can see this, it proves that you still don't trust me at all, and don't want to leave a single line.

If you trust me, even trust the contract.

You should also know that I will definitely not use these things to threaten you.

The sky is high and the earth is far, we will meet again in the future.

I wish you can survive this disaster and get what you want.

Your most loyal subordinate. "

When the boss saw this, he finally broke his defense. He crushed the letter and his face began to turn blue.

He would rather the old man really use these gold bricks to threaten him.

But now, his psychology, his personality, and what he wants to do are all completely mastered and predicted by others. This is what he can't accept the most.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he slowly adjusted his mood.

What he has to do now is the most important thing.

He didn't let anyone interfere. In the basement of this small camp, he controlled the machine and moved boxes of neatly stacked gold bricks to the bottom.

On the bottom floor, there is a basketball court-sized field.

It is full of various runes and patterns. The gullies on the ground and the walls are all cast with silver adjusted by secret methods.

The most central piece of three The strange altar with a diameter of meters. When he stepped onto the altar, the surrounding scenes began to flicker.

The area around the altar was no longer underground space, but charred ground, as if a large amount of magma had flowed here and then solidified again.

The four sides of the altar were watered with mithril, covering the area within a radius of several miles.

There were five tall pillars on the four sides that were pitch black, like piles of bones, and then poured with concrete. Behind each pillar, it seemed to be tearing the void and constantly changing.

But at this moment, one of the pillars had collapsed, and behind the pillar, there was no longer the void scene that seemed to be torn and changing.

The boss took the gold bricks and embedded them into the grooves that had been prepared on the altar.

He looked at these gold bricks with a trace of regret in his eyes.

Originally, five Fang's power, with the gold bricks in his hand, is not enough.

Because it needs to contain enough essence of power, the requirements are very high.

He doesn't have so many. According to his management, even in ten years, there will not be so many gold bricks containing high-quality power.

Only Lao Meng has it. Lao Meng has taken the route of fine products from the beginning. The finer the product, the more power Lao Meng can get. This is a virtuous circle.

But the pawnshop is different, and it is destined to be impossible to be the same as Lao Meng.

He only has quantity, and relies on quantity to make up.

Now that Fang is missing, although the final effect will be lower, the requirements of the ceremony will also be lower. The gold bricks in his hand can barely make do with the number.

He inlaid the gold bricks into the grooves of the altar one by one.

But suddenly, he raised his head and He looked up at one of the pillars. The dense skeletons on the pillars began to tremble slightly, as if the skeletons inside were trying to break free and crawl out.

…

In the southern part of Nanyang, the disappearing long river of fog rushed out of a road out of thin air with a flash of fire.

The long river roared past, and the speed was even faster than before. Wen Yan followed it on his own, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of the long river. He was carried by the yin and resentment, as if he was walking on the waves.

After the long river came out, there was no need for Wen Yan to guide the direction. They knew where to go.

This time, they went directly to a city. The park was in the city, not outside.

The long river roared past, and most of the people sleeping in the city were sleeping, but soon some people were awakened.

Wen Yan was sent to the center of the city, a landmark building, in front of a hotel.

He stepped into it and took the elevator to the underground according to the guidance of the dead soul.

When the elevator door opened, dense bullets poured at him.

The gray cloth shook, opened up instantly, and stacked up layer by layer, turning into a shield in front of Wen Yan.

The ultimate toughness, after continuous stacking, the defense began to soar.

A large number of bullets were blocked. In the gaps where the bullets intersected, Wen Yan flicked his fingers, and the bracelet on his wrist turned into a stream and flew out. Soon, it was completely quiet outside.

Wen Yan walked in the dim corridor, looking at the small rooms here that looked like prisons, and the people inside, he no longer had the energy to be angry.

He shook the gray cloth, and the surface of the gray cloth was slightly concave, condensing into four letters.

"ojbk."

"Who did you learn it from?"

Before Wen Yan finished speaking, he saw that the gray cloth was constantly changing its shape, and he pried open a handful of old-fashioned padlocks.

"Escape if you can."

Without saying a word, Wen Yan continued walking deeper.

He had thought that this spot was the same as before, but he didn't expect that it was completely different. There were more living people here, all of them little girls.

He didn't want to ask any more questions, he just wanted to go down there quickly to see the situation and take advantage of the high mobility to solve it quickly.

The defense here is much lower than expected. I think the people here don't think there will be any problems here, or they haven't received the order yet.

Wen Yan was a little confused. No matter how low the efficiency was, it couldn't be this low, right?

He followed the stairs to the deepest point, where he saw a large hall.

There were dozens of heavily armed gunmen here, and as he approached, the familiar flicker appeared again.

This time, the other side of the intersection is not a huge cave, but an open pit bottom.

The only thing that was the same was that this big pit was densely packed with dead souls.

What's even more different is that there are crystal clear eggs in the big pit that are filled with evil spirits. Each egg is more than one meter high.

Those dead souls are like straw in a bird's nest, densely stacked together.

As if sensing Wen Yan's aura, a neighing sound came from the distance, and accompanied by the howling of the wind, a giant bird seven or eight meters tall, with a head that seemed to have only a skull and no skin or feathers roared over.

The giant bird landed on the edge of the pit, opened its mouth and screamed, the sound making Wen Yan's head buzz.

The yang energy in Wen Yan's body was too huge, far beyond what his body should be. The big bird was very cautious and did not approach rashly.

The big bird shook its wings, and the feathers on its body exploded. In an instant, it turned into dead souls, standing there with a dull face, raising its hands, swaying together, like feathers...

Wisps of fluctuations spread out in all directions as the big bird's feathers trembled.

Countless dead souls at the bottom of the pit were swept away by this wave. Some of them were still somewhat conscious and were still trying to struggle. They immediately became sluggish.

Wen Yan frowned slightly and his eyebrows beat slightly, but he didn't feel anything.

But he was certain that the power of this big bird seemed to be directly aimed at the soul.

There are no prompts, which proves that this big bird is just an ordinary thing to him.

While I was thinking about it, the prompt flickered and floated out.

"Evil Jingwei."

“After the Jingwei bird dies, a living being is born from its remains.

Evil Jingwei likes to eat crystal clear rocks on the coast but not other things.

It is extremely difficult for evil spirits to reproduce.

A huge number of dead souls are needed to build a nest.

In this kind of nest, the evil spirit guard will lay one egg every year.

The eggs laid can only hatch in this kind of nest.

But often these dead souls are full of resentment.

The eggs of the Evil Jingwei, hatched in this environment, will inevitably be affected by the huge resentment and hostility.

Therefore, evil spirit guards are generally violent and vicious. Although they do not eat living things, they will kill them when they see them.

Then the souls of living creatures are captured and put into the nest as a filler. "

"The most powerful ability of the Evil Jingwei is that it can shake the soul out of the body.

Certain soulless creatures are the natural enemies of evil spirit guards.

In ancient times, the heads of evil spirits were inlays for certain magical weapons. "

"Temporary ability: none."

Wen Yan understood why now. The prompt didn't appear for a long time. This guy's strongest ability was of no use to him.

The evil spirit guard on the other side of the pit shook its wings. The feathers transformed by the souls of the dead chanted out waves, but it was of no use to him. The evil spirit guard flapped its wings and screamed, flapped its wings, and came roaring with the strong wind. .

Wen Yan frowned slightly, keeping his eyes on the big pit and looking at the living hall with one eye.

Now he somewhat understands how troublesome it is to appear in two worlds at the same time.

On one side, he needed the gray cloth to help him withstand the bullets here, and on the other side, facing the giant bird seven or eight meters high, he needed the gray cloth to help him.

He had to defend against attacks from both sides.

Wen Yan took a step and appeared more than ten meters away. On one side, he stepped on the edges of the buildings in the hall and ran almost against the wall.

He could see Dakeng's left eye. Every time he landed, he would blink his left eye accurately. When he stepped on the corners in the living hall and took off, he would open his left eye again.

On the other side, his figure seemed to be walking through the air and flying directly.

The charging bird was like an arrow from a string. When it was more than three meters in front of him, Wen Yan blinked his right eye.

The gray cloth wrapped in his yang energy appeared out of thin air in the world on the other side.

As Wen Yan shook the gray cloth, the gray cloth flew out with a whoosh, formed an arc, and followed the power of the big bird's rush, and wrapped directly around the big bird's neck.

Wen Yan flew up and tugged at the gray cloth. The moment the gray cloth tightened, the yang energy on his body covered him, and he turned over and stepped on the big bird's back.

The next moment, Wen Yan's hand firmly grasped Big Bird's eye socket and closed his left eye.

In an instant, a seven- to eight-meter-long bird was forcibly pulled over in the present world.

The crackling bullets landed on the bird, stimulating the bird to expand its feathers again. The feathers turned into ghosts, raising their hands and howling silently.

In an instant, all the gunshots in the hall stopped, and all the people fell to the ground.

In just a moment, the gray cloth was wrapped around the bird's skull. As Wen Yan jumped down, his arms suddenly became thicker and pulled the gray cloth hard.

In an instant, the bird's skull, which was wrapped around the gray cloth, turned several times.

The skull, which was more than one meter high, was twisted off and fell heavily to the ground.

The feathers transformed from the ghosts also stopped wailing and turned into wisps of light smoke and disappeared.

The entire evil Jingwei was left with only the skull, which was still preserved.

Wen Yan opened his left eye and saw the scene on the other side again.

He did the same thing and made a promise based on his experience from the last time.

His Yang Qi covered all the dead souls in the pit who were used as straw for bird nests.

He himself didn't know when he learned it, but when the Yang Qi bloomed and covered them, he could complete the blessing of Yang Qi according to his will.

When countless dead souls began to move in this huge pit.

Wen Yan saw that the space in front of him seemed to be twisted and torn, and a black skeleton rushed out from it, with black claws, heading straight for Wen Yan.

The claws collided with the rich Yang Qi blooming on Wen Yan's body, making a sizzling sound.

The closer it got to Wen Yan, the more intense the collision sound became, just like throwing a piece of metal sodium into the water. When the other party rushed to four or five meters in front of Wen Yan, it suddenly exploded.

A huge amount of Yin Qi and evil Qi burst out all at once.

Wen Yan waved his hand, shook the gray cloth, and dispersed the evil Qi. He looked forward.

Indistinctly, in the twisted space in midair, he saw that there seemed to be a golden altar on the opposite side, and there was a person standing there.

The expression on that person's face was a little weird, not like hatred, nor like anger, but more like... feeling surprised and strange.

And what he saw, occupying the most of his vision, was a black pillar, all of which were black skeletons.

The black corpse that rushed over just now rushed out from that black pillar.

However, before Wen Yan could do anything, the distortion disappeared in an instant.

Wen Yan frowned slightly, guessing in his heart that that must be the culprit of all this.

The person who had such great power to integrate the previous industrial chain must be the owner of the pawnshop.

When he did anything, he only needed to tell others that this was not only about benefits, but also about lifespan, then everything would be logical.

He realized that the other party must be preparing to do something, but he disrupted the plan, and now he started hastily.

He had to speed up.

He used the previous method to attract all the dead souls in the pit.

When the dead souls began to float up, the remaining evil spirit eggs were smashed one by one.

Some eggs, after being broken, turned into a gas and dissipated, and some eggs had condensed the skull of the evil spirit.

When the egg was broken, the part behind the skull disappeared.

Wen Yan looked at the small skulls, shook the gray cloth, and rolled them all over.

Then he bloomed with yang energy, bringing all the dead souls back to the world.

After everything disappeared, the pit returned to peace.

In the wilderness in the distance, a rustling sound came, and a thing with a back that was integrated with the environment here, more than half a meter in size, like a crab and a spider, entered the pit.

This thing gnawed the remaining eggshells, and streams of light flashed on its body one after another, and Wen Yan's remaining yang energy was also swallowed up a little by it.

But the next moment, it seemed to be frightened, holding a piece of eggshell, and flew away quickly.

In the sky, a big bird approached quickly, its wings shining with metallic luster. It circled the pit several times, opened its mouth and sucked, and the air that had just dispersed from the eggshell was gathered and swallowed by the big bird.

The big bird was satisfied and spread its wings and flew away.

In just a few minutes, several waves of various creatures took advantage of the disappearance of the evil spirit guards and all the eggs were broken, and quickly appeared here.

On the other side, when Wen Yan returned to the hall with a large wave of dead souls.

This group of dead souls whizzed past like crazy, and the dozens of guards who were stunned by the evil spirit guards just now were directly knocked out of their bodies by this group of dead souls and torn into pieces in mid-air.

Wen Yan looked at the group of dead souls flying in the air, all girls, and he remained silent and did not ask.

After they finished doing all this, Wen Yan said.

"Let's go."

He turned and left, and a large number of dead souls rushed upwards and joined the previous army of dead souls.

However, this time, all of them can fly and float in the air. I don't know if they are affected by the evil spirit.

Wen Yan returned to the ground, took a breath, and looked at the mess here.

Take out the phone and send the latest information to the head of the headquarters.

By the way, tell them that there is an intersection here that must be destroyed. There are more living people here, let them deal with it.

Then, he asked the general manager to help confirm the remaining three places where Qin Banliang was buried.

"No one went to those three places, and no one went to dig out the Qin Banliang there."

"Huh? No one cares? It's been twice. No matter how stupid they are, they should understand how these ghosts can cross such a long distance, right?"

"In fact, no one cares. Our satellites and other channels have been monitored by people, and no one goes there."

"I came to this place now, and I didn't encounter any particularly fierce resistance here. This building and hotel are still operating normally. The only trouble is the intersection."

"What do you think of?"

"I don't think it's right. In addition to these, I just had a glimpse. Through a brief connection, I seemed to see the person behind the scenes and an altar. He didn't seem to hate me... .

Moreover, he didn't seem to care much about the destruction of things here.

In fact, what I don't understand the most is that there are too many dead souls here.

According to what I saw and heard twice, these dead souls were deliberately preserved.

The people behind the scenes must know this risk, so they have been trapped at the intersection.

In any case, just destroy the intersection.

It seems safe, but I still don't understand why he wants to save so many dead souls.

The resonance between these dead souls has reached an extremely terrifying level.

I just gave them a consensus, and they can easily complete the resonance immediately.

This means that terrible things are about to be born in these dead souls.

Now I think that those who dare to do this must know this. "