Having light does not solve all problems anymore. The poor environment in the swamp still limits everyone.

There is muddy and wet soil everywhere in front of you, and the ground is soft and slump. If you step on it, water and mud will emerge, and whether you are moving forward or searching, it will be greatly affected.

It is much more convenient for Chen Chuan to move alone, but now he is using the proof of the investigation team, so he will definitely not be able to get rid of these people.

In addition, these people need to find some key clues, such as the code that Scarson might leave, which he cannot identify.

So he chose to walk in the front. Every time he stepped by, the wet mud underneath quickly evaporated and became dry and hard. Widths of steam drifted out, and when the light on it shone on it, it looked misty. In addition to the algae oil lamps in his hand, everyone suddenly felt as if they had walked into a scene of strange and strange ambitions.

In this way, all members could follow without any scruples and not worry about anything. They were amazed in their hearts. They followed Scarson and other members of the investigation team to do a lot of tasks, but they never felt so comfortable and convenient.

They walked deeper along the river in the swamp and there were some obvious traces of people walking through. On the road, they were lucky enough to find some piles of stones left by Scarson. After walking for more than two hours, they finally arrived at the place shown in the picture.

It is very easy to identify here, because there is a silver-white dead tree, so the picture here is called "White Tree Beach".

Everyone looked around. Like other places when they came, they saw low shrubs and weeds, with dead tree trunks lying there, and thick moss was growing on the surface.

The decayed animals and plants floated on the water, emitting a wet and rotten smell everywhere, and the annoying insects crowed all the way. Although there was no one who could only break into the light range, countless flying figures could be reflected by the light, which made people get goosebumps all over their body.

On a tree trunk, you can still see some local rotten-eating vultures standing together in groups of three or five, as if sleeping. Even if the light shines, they are not too alarmed. They are just a few uneasy changing positions.

The person in charge looked at the map and said, "Mr. Chen, what is shown on the drawings should be nearby. It is not easy to find when we get together, so why not search separately?"

The location marked on the drawings of Scarson is only a very small piece, but it is placed here in a huge area. Moreover, there are many plants in the swamp, and it is often difficult to see clearly without careful observation of the near-square objects.

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Yes, you can separate first and keep the signal in touch."

The person in charge assigned him that except for the members of the telegram group, the rest of the hands were carefully dispersed. Soon they found that no matter where they went, the light source above their heads would follow, so that they would be more courageous.

It took half an hour to search, but it was already here, so everyone was not anxious and repeatedly investigated each area.

At this moment, the radio station that everyone was carrying suddenly rang, and the telegrapher immediately began to receive it.

The person in charge is very concerned. There are few people here. At present, they can only rely on the radio station for contact with the outside world. In order to prevent miscommunication, there is also a telegraph team parked in the car outside.

When the translator was released, the person in charge picked it up and looked at it. He said to Chen Zhuan with joy on his face and was excited: "Mr. Chen, it was the call from the leader of the group. Oh, the leader of the group gave it to you!" He said, and handed it over with both hands.

Chen Chuan received it and his message turned to his mind.

Crofenz Meteora, the leader of the international investigation team, is the spiritual leader of the entire investigation team. Among the fighters group, if we simply talk about influence, then this person can definitely be among the top three in the world.

He is the second generation leader of the investigation team. It can be said that after the collapse of the major alliance, the investigation team was able to continue to maintain its current scale and reputation, which is inseparable from this person. It is also his power that makes various countries willing to give face to the investigation team.

However, this person is said to have been fighting against the opposite person in the ring of the world and rarely asks about the matter in the team again. This time, even this person was alarmed.

The content on the telegram is very simple. This person thanked him very much for his support and contribution to the investigation team, and said that he would communicate with all parties and give him all conveniences. He also wanted to ask the Dashun visiting team to protect the remaining members of the investigation team.

Chen Chuan thought for a while and said to the person in charge: "Please reply to your delegation that maintaining international security affairs is the responsibility of our Dashun visiting delegation. We will give you the help you deserve."

After receiving the telegram from the leader, the person in charge suddenly became full of energy. He said, "Okay, Mr. Chen, I will call back this time."

The telegrapher immediately called back with his attention. After a while, the radio station's voice rang again. He thought it was sent from the headquarters again, but after receiving it, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

The person in charge immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

The telegrapher quickly translated the content, then handed the message up, saying, "Team leader, this telegram is not for us, the format is from 20 or 30 years ago. Now almost no one uses this kind of code to see the signal - they claim to be from the Seashell Expedition Team and ask for help from those who received the telegram."

"Sea Shell Expedition Team?" The person in charge couldn't help but look surprised and took the telegram over.

Chen Chuan said: "Is there any problem with this expedition team?"

The person in charge carefully said, "That's right, Mr. Chen, if it's the seashell expedition team I know...

That should be a private pioneer team in the early days of the Federation. They were very famous. They were formed by a well-known federal rich man and specifically explored the place of federal fusion, but they - they disappeared thirty years ago.

This incident was also in the newspaper at that time. I bought their souvenirs when I was a child, so I was deeply impressed by it."

Chen Chuan said no, the telegram from the expedition team that had been missing for decades appeared here, which was indeed a bit strange. It may have something to do with the environment here or simply to the Xinguang Cult. However, the person they were looking for this time was not the expedition team, so there was no need to worry about it.

After searching for another half an hour, the scattered manpower finally discovered it and sent a signal flare into the night sky.

When the team saw it, they immediately rushed there, gathering together with the light, illuminating the surroundings.

This is a place with a sunken terrain, and a pit is naturally formed, and the surrounding plants and trees are cleaned up, and there are traces of large-scale burning.

The people in the investigation team were very familiar with the sacrifice. They studied it around and quickly determined that it was a sacrifice site and had been used within ten days.

After checking with everyone, the person in charge returned to Chen Chuan and said, "Mr. Chen is a technique of the Xinguang Cult. Many people should be sacrificed. Judging from the size of this sacrifice pit, there are no less than fifty people. There are no tribes of the people in the Chuzhi area nearby, and there are almost no residents within a hundred kilometers around. So they should be transported by airships."

He said affirmatively: "If you look for it, there will definitely be traces of people sagging nearby!"

The people from the investigation team tried to expand their search around and found traces of people walking. Judging from the remaining footprints and traces, they were probably half men and half women, and they were all young and middle-aged people, which was very consistent with the general standards of the Xinguang Church's sacrifice.

Chen Chuan thought about it and took people to do everything possible to sacrifice to this remote suburb, which is very consistent with the style of the cult. However, the Xinguang Cult never considers this when doing such a thing, so there must be a more unique intention here.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a faint spiritual force, and couldn't help but walk forward a few steps and stare at the ground.

The members of the investigation team didn't know what he found, so they were all looking at him.

After a while, a trace of black ash emerged from the soil and still maintained its position before falling. As more black ash appeared, it was vaguely visible that it was a bent shape thing.

No one can understand.

The person in charge asked: "Mr. Chen, is this——?

Chen Chuan said: "The arm, the arm of the fighter after being melted by the spiritual fire."

Everyone was shocked.

Chen Chuan glanced at it. If his judgment was not bad, it should be that the owner of his arm was fighting with people in the air, but he suffered a sudden spiritual impact in an instant. It should be that he had no time to dodge at that time, so half of his arm was instantly destroyed.

But this man immediately used his spiritual power to cover the rest of the body, so he has not been completely lost until now.

This is to leave traces for those who come to the rear.

At this time, a light radiated from his body, and then slowly floated to the sky in the eyes of everyone.

He looked in a certain direction and saw a pit with explosion marks about a few kilometers away.

The water has filled it up, which should have been affected by a powerful spiritual impact, but in this environment, it is really not easy to identify if you don’t look carefully.

The owner of this arm is most likely Scarson's, but it is not possible to draw a straightforward conclusion yet.

Apart from this spiritual impact, there are no traces of any other fighting. Either Scarson quickly left after dodging, or the battle at that time ended in a very short time.

While he was thinking about it, a sound from the radio station below sounded again. The telegrapher immediately put on his headphones and received the signal. After writing the message, he turned pale and quickly handed the message to the person in charge.
Chapter completed!