"Is this cave narrower? Or are you getting fatter? Brother Wolf..."

Jiang Xueming grabbed Oscar's thick tail, but couldn't pull it anyway.

The weight of this lapis half wolf is nearly half a ton, 244 cm high, and is stuck on the thick stone wall of the cave, and cannot move at all.

"How could it become narrow?" Oscar was heartless and joked: "This path is not the devil's rectum. Why don't you use the Bible to recite it? Maybe it will figure it out?"

"Sacred shit..." Jiang Xueming used English to joke, and then changed his technique.

He no longer pulled Oscar's tail, for fear that the vertebrae with rich blood vessels and sensitive nerves would break. He grabbed Oscar's clothes, clutching the wool clothes with one hand and pulling the top of the belt with the other.

"Exhale!"

The big wolf exhaled a long breath.

Jiang Xueming: "Don't inhale, don't inhale."

The big wolf completely spit out all the gas from the chest and lungs, and his whole body shrank a circle.

With a "pop" sound, the air on the stone wall began to circulate again, which also means that there is natural wind in the dark room of this underground water system.

These surging undercurrents pushed Oscar into the narrow cave, which made him so dead.

"Huh...I dare not go there."

Oscar stuck out his tongue and felt cold sweat, his eyes full of fear.

"If I get stuck halfway through, there will be no signal in this place, maybe my wife will have to be a widow."

The two turned around and walked about twenty meters, and the road gradually widened. Jiang Xueming and Brother Lang changed positions, and he decided to continue exploring the cave.

Oscar was worried at this moment and began to care about the safety of the priest.

"Hero, do you want to go in alone?"

Jiang Xueming didn't care. After the six-year expedition, he had never seen any monsters and monsters. The structure of this cave was clear and the functionality of the entrance and exit was clear. I think after St. Josh Joris regained his body, he was also a humanoid creature of more than 180 cm. He was still a bit forced to count his combat skills - the humanoid creature attack was extremely large and it was not blown out.

"I want to go and see, and the Lord will protect me."

"Let's do this, the hunting group will come back at around 8 o'clock in the morning." Oscar hesitated and reminded: "The trash at the station cannot handle this matter. I have to ask the psychics to take action. I'll call people, you're here to wait, and if there is anything, escape immediately, okay?"

"No." Jiang Xueming had already made a judgment in his heart - he had determined this spring.

St. Josh lost his human body and should be in a weak state at this moment. If you wait for a few more hours, the situation will be different.

Xue Ming didn't know if there was any other exit in this cave, but from the sound of the wind, there must be other wind channels leading out. If the cultist of the Martial Perseus becomes a devil and then escapes to hide in the town, I don't know how many people will die.

If you ask the Anonymous to kill people, of course they will do this job, and they will do it simply and beautifully.

If the Anonymous wants to save people, it is hard to say. Protecting hostages has never been a strong point of gunsmiths.

——These jobs are more suitable for Lapis. The inspiration and sense of smell of the big wolf dog can accurately identify enemies and friends, and will block them without hesitation when protecting their companions.

But the Anonymous cannot do this, and these warriors with high attacks and thin blood cannot be used as reliable shields.

On the first day of Saladin, Xue Ming was about to kill St. Josh Joris. This is the reason. He couldn't bear it even a little. As long as this guy dared to show his fox's tail, the one who waited for the blood-giving monster was the death penalty of cutting the fire with a knife.

There are many American horror movies that like to describe the strength of the villain and how procedural justice the local police station pays attention to. Even if this ogre is killing people and getting meat, he has to obtain evidence before he can arrest people. He has to be imprisoned and go through a trial process in a remote and closed town.

Xue Ming didn't want to talk to St. Josh about the process. The freezer of this kind of animal was opened and a few photos left was left, which was equivalent to cattle and sheep that had passed the quarantine certificate and could be legally slaughtered.

The only thing he regrets is that he didn't kill quickly enough, so that St. Josh had time to deceive the officer Gotze and killed the chief of the three. If he could be faster, the chief of the chief of the family might not die.

"Okay, hold this." Oscar looked complicated. He took out a scripture from his coat. "This is the scripture of the Dharma King Solomon, which has a harmful effect on ordinary little devils. I usually go to the elves to explore the holy land, so I use it to open the way."

A heavy and thick brass scripture was handed over to Xue Ming, and there was also the Star of David on the shell.

"Is there anything more practical?" Jiang Xueming almost choked Brother Wolf to death after saying this.

Brother Wolf: "Ah? Not practical? What kind of psychic do you want?"

Jiang Xueming: "Can you lend me your stick?"

Oscar took out a peach wood baseball bat from his coat. This was the stick he chose, and it was also a witness to his friendship with the non-commissioned officers of the war group when he was a Lapis Dog. After he turned into a human form, he never forgot about playing ball in the war group.

"No, that's it..."

This bat looks very glamorous, the patent leather and aluminum alloy handles feel rough and have a good weight, so they can be used as a weapon.

When his palm touched the handle of the ball stick, Xue Ming felt a traction inside, as if the elf in it was going to guide him on how to use the stick.

"Okay, that's it."

"Hey!" Brother Wolf shouted quickly: "You are about it..."

Jiang Xueming: "Is there anything else?"

Brother Wolf: "You should be gentle with it..."

In Oscar's eyes, after getting the stick from Father Feng, he seemed to have changed into a different person. He was holding a book in his hand, but the priest was still submissive, and after getting the stick, he looked murderous intent.

Jiang Xueming did not answer, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and plunged into the deep and dark cave.

There were rustling footsteps behind him. Brother Wolf had already walked away, as if he was asking for help from the hunting group and the soldiers.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The more you go in, the louder the wind becomes. Xue Ming knows what this represents - there seems to be a huge space underground.

The cave in the shape of a gourd is like a flute, playing strange notes in this narrow and slender road.

Going further fifty meters, you have to go all the way down. After passing a rotating ladder, you can see new decorations.

There are many hollowed-out grooves on the rock wall of the spiral ladder. The sound of water flowing can be heard in these grooves. This is the groundwater road of the gathering place, and the temporary residence prepared for the hunting team soldiers in the settlement. This property can accommodate more than 1,400 people. In Saladin, this historical ruin was once a bunker used by the pioneers to resist disaster beasts and devils.

There are many strange reliefs next to the groove. They all look like they are fangs and claws, which are related to the evil things and evil gods worshipped by the Crazy Butterfly Holy Sect. There are also dragon subspecies that are worshipped like the Skeleton and Bones Society - but they are more distorted.

Compared to the reptile creatures like the flying dragon with complete bat wings and toes, the flying figures seen here are more like monsters with thorns and wings like human palms. Under its swollen belly is a human brain, which seems to be transformed from Homo sapiens. The painting style is very similar to the humanoid monster transformed by John Borg. In addition to the brain under the belly, it also has a huge mouth as the "head organ" between the wings - if it is abstracted, it is like a flying hairy octopus.

Continue down, there is another cave that goes deeper. When he arrives here, Xue Ming already feels that the concentration of spiritual disaster is rising sharply. The abnormal spiritual pressure environment makes his pores shrink slightly and his hair stands upside down.

It’s not that the gunsmith has become weaker, but this body has not had time to exercise. Before leaving, Xue Ming knew that he had not yet reached the state of unity of spirit and flesh, and it still needs time to adapt to this body of more than 180 cm.

He held the baseball bat and touched it in little by little. The blood in his eyes became more and more. He could clearly feel the cranial pressure and blood pressure rising, and his intraocular pressure surged. However, after a few breaths, he could clearly feel that his chest and lungs were pressed by a big rock. His body had already issued a warning to him to leave here quickly.

But he had no intention of retreating. He had always been such a real man. He had seen such a vicious spiritual pressure environment many times in his life, and it was no longer a new thing.

He continued to move forward, and new decorations were found on both sides of the cave, which were beast kissing stone lamps. The strange-shaped synthetic beast Chimera bent down her head and contained long-out wicks. If calculated according to the age, these things should be relics from the early days of the hunting group, with three to four hundred years of history.

When you reach the end of the road, there is no door here, only an empty hall.

The hall has multiple functional areas, with twisted fossil roots entrenched here, very similar to the dragon stone shaped by the natural geology of Sichuan and Sichuan generations.

The roots of these trees have been artificially polished and become chairs and beds in the underground shelters of hunting groups. In earlier times, people would hide in underground shelters to survive the season of spiritual disasters.

The fossil roots of the fossil tree that resemble dragon stone can see blurred dragon scales and dragon heads, without dragon claws and dragon horns.

There are no traces of Homo sapiens' activities in different partitions, but instead they are dark red, black and smelly pools of blood. They are the magic pool filled with human flesh by St. Josh Joris.

Jiang Xueming walked towards the core area step by step and walked to the center of the underground shelter, where there was a towering pedestal. The environment was too dark and the lights of the mobile phone were not illuminated.

He could feel the vicious spiritual pressure, the most intense and evil area was sent from the pedestal.

Stepping on the smooth dragon stone, he carefully avoided the blood pool of dirt. He could see some shallow mist in the air, as if it was emitting from these fishy, ​​disgusting pool water. He felt dizzy after taking a slight suck.

You can see some human hair and bones from the pool, as well as eye lenses that are difficult to decompose by microorganisms, and these tissues are completely black.

Walking forward dozens of meters, he heard a voice-

——The sound had no source, it seemed to come from all directions and shot straight into his head.

For a moment, Jiang Xueming felt a splitting headache and hallucinations appeared in his eyes.

"elder brother..."

A naked white dew crawled out of the pool of blood beside her legs.

Her face was covered with red chunks of Vita's imprint, her face was pale, her hair turned dark red, her face swollen and squeezed her facial features, and her eyes became slender, like a toad.

At this moment, Xue Ming did not hesitate at all, raised his legs and stepped on the strange "Bai Lu" face.

The white "white dew" immediately emerged, turning into a cluster of white Lady's larvae, and the thick boots were scattered and fell back into the blood pool without a sound.

Jiang Xueming thought viciously—

——This is probably a trick to fear demons. The effect is very good, and it increases at least 50% of the anger value.

He passed by another blood pool. He looked carefully. The blood pool was not as "clear" as the previous pool, and it turned completely dark. It seemed that St. Josh Joris' trick to create the body of an evil god was very clumsy. He had already played a lot of samples. These pools seemed to be able to create some spiritual disaster illusions.

This is useless to Jiang Xueming, but it is a fatal trap for ordinary people.

He could feel his body itchy, and the Vita brand was about to gradually erode his body. If he fell into these blood pools, he would probably be gnawed all his flesh and flesh by Mrs. Bai's larvae in an instant and turned into a skeleton.

He walked very carefully on this section of the road. When he walked to the front of the pedestal, he saw a human figure wearing a cloth robe standing beside the podium.

The figure looked very familiar, Xue Ming could recognize it. Although the cap covered his facial features, under the flashlight, he could tell the outline of the figure of 9527.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is another illusion imposed by the devil on him. After taking a look at it, I no longer hesitate.

Xue Ming carefully approached the illusion, and the "hooded man" took off his brown-black coat, revealing his naked pale skin. Soft pink cilia protruded from his eyes, and a suction cup full of sharp teeth emerged from his mouth tongue.

The sounds of demons came from the red neck of this "Xiao Qi".

"Kiss me...kiss me..."

"Kiss me..."
To be continued...