Chapter 250 Extra (Strange Lake)
The Republic of China.
In turbulent times, a human life may not be as valuable as a dog.
In the wilderness, several wild dogs with glowing eyes were gnawing on a corpse.
When the wind came, it blew up a large amount of wind and sand. The big trees were partially clothed, and the only one or two leaves left were dry and yellow. Only then did they escape the consequences of being eaten.
Fortunately, although the clothes were removed, new hangings were added, and the man with an old hemp rope around his neck was swaying on the branches.
It’s like a big tree showing off its fig leaf.
They don’t know shame, it’s not important to them.
“Something happened?”
In a luxurious office, a middle-aged man dressed as a warlord frowned and looked at the adjutant who rashly opened the door and walked in.
"Well, something happened. A ghost appeared over there..."
The adjutant took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the big chair. people.
“Three million.”
A number was spat out by the adjutant.
"The actual three million, how much is it approximately?" The middle-aged man suddenly frowned and asked.
"About...about thirty million."
...
The office became quiet. The middle-aged man took a deep breath and was silent for a long time. "Find someone to deal with it. The sooner the better, time waits for no one. "
People...
This is an ironic name, and it is even more ironic when it is said by the middle-aged man in front of me.
The adjutant said nothing, turned around and left silently.
……
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Danan City.
“What a courageous person.”
"How brave?"
On the top of a mountain, several people wearing shrouds looked at the flood of footsteps with extremely indifferent expressions.
"Three million, tsk tsk, so honest as always."
A woman looked coldly at the corpses floating in the water. There were many corpses, rising and falling in the water, some old and some. There are a few, there are men, women, and even sons.
The five people looked at this tragic scene with calm expressions.
"Stop feeling emotional. If you have any opinions, keep it to yourself. Don't express it, otherwise you will die easily." A slightly older man glanced at the corpse on the water, and then turned his gaze to the direction of the flood.
“This explosion has exploded something amazing.”
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to weigh the turbid water.
Gloomy and biting.
"Be careful, there may be something in the water."
The middle-aged man shook off the water in his hand and looked at the rolling river water, his eyes twinkling slightly.
"It's just a ghost." The woman who spoke before said disdainfully.
“Be careful when sailing for ten thousand years.” The middle-aged man warned.
The woman was silent for a while and nodded.
“Let’s go and look at the source. After dealing with the ghost, we can find someone who owns the ghost to sort out these floods.”
Several people started walking towards the source.
The figure gradually disappeared into the woods, and a black boat appeared on the river, sailing upstream and riding the wind and waves.
Three days later, five rotten corpses wearing shrouds were floating in the river.
Finally, he was fished ashore by a few indifferent people.
"Dead, what a waste."
"Even the ghosts on their bodies are gone. I don't know what they encountered."
The river was turbulent and turbid. Several people stood by the river and looked at the five rotting bodies that were salvaged, with different expressions. .
"The upper reaches are dangerous, and we may not be able to handle it with just a few of us."
"Oh? According to you, how many more people are you going to send?"
A man with a The young man in the top hat squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the person speaking, with undisguised scrutiny in his eyes.
"It's not a bad idea." The man, wearing an old mandarin jacket, raised his head and looked directly at the young man without being humble or arrogant.
"Haha..." The young man laughed dryly and was about to say something. A woman wearing a red dress and carrying a large black coffin suddenly interrupted the argument that was about to break out between the two.
"Go, find a few more people, and gather twenty city gods. Jiang Xing, don't underestimate these five city gods lying on the ground. Any one of them is no worse than a few of us." The woman said coldly.
The face of the young man named Jiang Xing changed slightly. Finally, he held up his hat and said nothing. He just nodded, turned and walked towards a transport vehicle.
After a while, he hurried over.
"The superiors promised to send the city god here, tonight at the latest."
"How many?"
"Seven." After being silent for a while, he said with difficulty.
The woman in the red dress frowned, "Seven?"
"Well, seven, there are only so many."
The woman in the red dress took a deep breath and said nothing. She turned around and walked towards the transport truck. The soldiers guarding the transport truck silently moved out of the way.
After a while, the woman in the red dress came back with a gloomy face, and the coffin behind her exuded an ominous aura.
"The plan has changed. There is more than one ghost here. Our goal has changed. We will immediately set off to the Yellow River dam to deal with the ghost water."
The woman's face was gloomy, and she looked upstream, her eyes full. It's cold.
“Special details.” The middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket squinted at the woman.
"Infinite expansion of the ghost slave." The woman breathed out a breath, leaving a faint sentence, carrying the coffin on her back, and walked directly upstream.
The other people were stunned for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and their expressions changed slightly.
Jiang Xing looked at the five rotting corpses on the ground, feeling a little heavy in his heart.
"What happened?" someone asked.
The woman was walking in front and hesitated slightly when she heard this question, but after only hesitating for a moment, she said, "There are two ghosts in total. The one we need to deal with is a medium to high level of harm, and the one we need to deal with is medium to high. The other one is Shang Shang.”
"So far, no fewer than fifty city gods have died in the hands of that ghost, as have the five before them. These five were very lucky and left their bodies behind, but the rest were not so lucky. ”
“The superiors did not give me We sent support. The seven people mentioned before were not with me to deal with the ghost water, but with the ghost. The leader was Zhang Dong! "Zhang Dong! Are you kidding me?" "Xiang Xing's pupils shrank slightly, feeling incredible.
"How did you invite them?"
A few people felt it was incredible that the superiors even invited Zhang Dong, who is currently the strongest city god.
Moreover, with Zhang Dong’s temper, how could the higher-ups possibly ask for help?
It would be good if Zhang Dong didn't come to kill the boss.
After all, the consequences of the above resolution are visible to the naked eye.
Starving to death everywhere, corpses floating thousands of miles away, this is not just a few words in the book, but it is really before our eyes.
“I don’t know, but we have invited him anyway, so our goal is very simple, which is to deal with the ghost that can turn the corpse into a ghost slave.”
"Our danger is not small. If we are not careful, we may get caught in it." The woman in the red dress did not say any more details. After another warning, she stopped talking.
The group of people digested the latest news.
In the night, a group of people stood on a shore, looking at a lake not far away.
In the darkness, the lake was dark and quiet, without any waves.
It looks like a pool of stagnant water.
However, in the upper reaches of the lake, there is a raging waterfall, a waterfall that is muddy and muddy.
Less than a hundred meters away from this small lake.
Just a few steps away, the two sides are completely different.
One side is very powerful and powerful.
On one side, Xiaojiabiyu is quiet and virtuous.
The contrasts are stark and the quirkiness is stark.
Looking at the clear but deep lake water, and then looking at the waterfall in the distance, standing here, they could not hear the sound of the waterfall pouring down.
The surroundings were quiet, eerily quiet.
“We’re here.” The woman in the red dress stared at the lake, as if she wanted to see through the lake, but unfortunately, she didn’t see anything.
The lake is very deep and light cannot penetrate. In addition, it is night and the visibility is already low.
Moreover, even in the daytime, you may not be able to see very deeply.
“It looks a little bit unpleasant.” Another woman in the group looked at the lake and said solemnly.
“It’s easy to provoke even if you don’t provoke it.” The middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket took out a paper boat from his sleeve, “Jiang Xing, look around to see if there are any evil spirits around. If not, then the source is in "In the water."
The young man wearing a top hat looked at the middle-aged man sideways and said nothing. He just knocked the top hat on his head, and a strong smell of blood suddenly appeared.
A line of black blood slowly flowed out from the young man's head.
Blood flowed from his forehead to his eyes, then to his nose, and when it was about to reach his mouth, the young man tapped his hat again.
Something weird happened. The blood that was about to flow to my nose started to flow backwards.
Just like it flowed down before, the dirty blood returned to the original path.
The young man's face turned slightly pale, "No, the source is in the water. There are many things in the water. They should all be ghost slaves, but there are also a few fierce ghosts."
The young man roughly said Check out the situation.
Then the young man pointed to the center of the lake, "The source should be there, and the level of terror is average to above."
"Medium to above, it can be dealt with."
Middle-aged man in mandarin jacket The man nodded, and then threw the paper boat directly onto the water.
The water waves splashed a lot of ripples, and the paper boat suddenly became dozens of times bigger the moment it touched the water.
A black wooden boat appeared in front of several people.
"Everyone, be careful. This is only fifteen yuan. I can't even make it even if I work hard for a month." The middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket said with a pained look on his face.
"After dealing with this ghost, you can at least buy a coffin and a paper boat with the money you get." A man who often lowered his head said.
"That's true." The middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket nodded. There was nothing wrong with him. The reward for this matter was not low.
"Get on the boat, finish it early and go back early." The woman in the red dress was the first to step onto the boat, and the waterline of the boat dropped significantly.
With all the people on board, the waterline of the boat is only one-third full, and the boat will sink by then.
Looking at the boat with a deep draft, the middle-aged man in a mandarin looked helplessly at the coffin on the back of the woman in the red skirt. He shook his head without saying anything and silently steered the boat towards the center of the lake.
Under the darkness of night, I couldn’t see my fingers, and the boat was sailing on the lake, making almost no waves.
The surroundings were shrouded in thick darkness, and the shore could no longer be seen.
The lake is calm, but underwater is not.
The moment the boat fell into the water, the bodies rising and falling in the lake suddenly opened their eyes.
They slowly turned their heads and looked in one direction, their hair floating in the water swaying like water plants.
They seemed to be alarmed and began to move towards the boat.
The rotten body moved particularly smoothly in the water.
“Here it comes!”
Xiang Xing suddenly held his hat, his expression became serious.
And just as he finished speaking, the boat suddenly vibrated.
Subsequently, a large amount of black hair suddenly climbed onto the boat.
The waterline of the boat suddenly began to sink.
"Do it!" the woman in the red dress said coldly, and then stood the coffin on the bow of the ship. The next moment, the coffin was opened, and there was a hole inside.
It was not clear what was inside, but the next moment, strands of black hair stretched out from the coffin, directly entangled with the hair clinging to the boat.
"Crash!"
The black hair suddenly began to shrink, and a rotting female corpse was dragged directly onto the boat, and then into the coffin.
The darkness swallowed the female corpse.
But as the female body was pulled out of the water, the originally calm lake suddenly became agitated.
Under the water, the ghost slaves began to emerge one by one.
Looking at this scene, the middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket looked calm, reached out and took out an oil lamp from his arms and lit it.
A faint green light spreads out from the oil lamp.
Covering the entire boat.
As the oil lamp was lit, the ghost slaves who appeared suddenly stopped moving, as if they had lost their target. After a while, they sank directly.
But just after it sank for a while, corpses began to float on the lake.
The strange thing is that all the corpses are floating on their backs, and none of them are on their backs.
The middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket watched this scene, his eyes flickered slightly, and he controlled the boat and continued to sail towards the center.
The woman in the red dress looked at the oil lamp held by the middle-aged man, said nothing, and just closed the coffin.
"Good boy, the real murderer." Looking at the corpses floating on the lake and following them, this scene was so terrifying.
The corpses were densely packed, and it was unknown how many people had died to create this scene.
"Be careful." Jiang Xing reminded, "There may be a lot of ghosts here."
The boat was surrounded by corpses. Because of the oil lamp, these ghost slaves would not attack them.
But this is only temporary. If they haven't dealt with the source here after the lamp oil is burned, they will be in trouble, extremely troublesome.
"Don't fall into the water. The higher the supernatural power on your body, the faster it will sink. It's basically impossible to get up." The woman in the red dress suddenly said, looking at the deep and deep look with a solemn expression. of lake water.
“So scary?” Jiang Xing frowned slightly and looked at the lake, his eyes full of solemnity.
"Anyway, be careful." The woman in the red dress exhaled and grasped the coffin slightly harder.
The further she walked toward the center, the more ominous she felt.
This feeling was exactly the same as when she first encountered the ghost, dangerous, terrifying and infiltrating. (End of this chapter)