After hearing this, Nalanhong was also stunned and tongue-tied: "Hiss...Escape Centipede? But his name is Wu Gongyao? It is said that he was a famous green forest man in the Northeast before the founding of the People's Republic of China."

"You only know one thing but not the other. He is the leader, but he is different from Huzi. His master is the famous Yin and Yang Sage at the end of the previous dynasty! He is the captain of Mojin. Wushuang, Pu Mihui and others

They are currently looking for the relics of the Escaped Centipede. They will definitely not waste time. I believe that the relics of Colonel Mo Jin also contain records about our Great Qing Dragon Veins. The Great Qing Dragon Veins are the best in the world."

The handsome men and beautiful women walked along the small dirt road in the village towards the high hill on the north side. This was a wind outlet. The sun above their heads was warm, but the small wind blew inexplicably cool, and it was also cold.

Accompanied by a strong stench.

"It's the smell of corpses! There are dead people in the temple!" Nan Haiyue has more adventure experience than Nalan Hong, and is very familiar with the smell of rotting corpses. She covered her mouth and nose and said to Nalan.

"No wonder the feng shui pattern in the temple has been broken. The corpse's yin energy is too strong. In addition, the incense has been cut off in the temple. No Buddha will be willing to bless it!"

The temple door was leaning to the side and was in a state of decay. The plaque above was covered with spider silk and read "Tennoji" in three large gold characters. Before the two of them entered the door, they smelled the stench of the temple.

They were both cautious people. They stood in front of the door and peeked around. They saw a large black pot standing in the temple. The diameter of the black pot was three meters. There was firewood underneath. The fire was burning very brightly. There was a lot of steam inside.

The smell is coming out of the pot.

"Be careful, there is someone here!" Nalanhong reminded Nan Haiyue in a low voice.

"I'll go take a look, you wait for me!" The Emei hidden in Nan Haiyue's sleeves poked out.

But as soon as she got up, she was pulled back by Nalanhong. "Here we come!"

From the side view outside the door, a man and a woman walked out of the main hall, both about 40 years old. They were dressed like old Manchu shamans, wearing leather jackets and leather trousers, animal feather helmets on their heads, and copper waists.

Bell, the man was walking in front, and the woman was walking behind. One after another, a rotten corpse came out of the hall. They had never seen the man before, but the woman walking behind could recognize him.

I met the proprietress of a small shop when I came to Miaoling Village.

Needless to say, the big black pot is clearly a vessel for boiling corpses. An iron pipe is led from the bottom of the black pot, and drops of sticky liquid are flowing out of the big black pot. A large bucket has been connected to it. One man and one woman.

He put the corpse on the ground, and then started to take off the dead man's clothes. The corpse was so smelly, and the surface was so swollen that even Nalan Hong frowned when he saw it, not to mention Nan Haiyue.

The man was tall and burly, with a lot of strength. He held an iron hook in his hand. After the woman took off the clothes of the corpse, he didn't even look at it. He flicked it and accurately hooked the dead man's collarbone, and then

With a strong effort on his shoulders, he lifted up and skillfully threw the body into the black pot.

"How many more are there? Have you counted them?" the man asked the woman.

"It's coming, it's coming, there are only eight bodies left! The boss will come to collect the corpse oil tonight, so we have to work harder!"

"Damn it, you said Fu Qichao doesn't know what kind of evil magic he has practiced, so why does he need so much corpse oil? I've been having nightmares day and night for the past two days. I'm really fed up." The man vented.
Chapter completed!