"Brother Chang, what's the matter?"

Back at the camp, Wei Wu hurriedly got off the decision to shrink the camp and then got into Changwen's camp tent.

The corpse in the cemetery has stopped, so there is no need to guard it.

Just now, there were so many people who were so warm that they wanted to say but stopped. It was obvious that they had nothing to say.

At room temperature, he hurriedly closed the door, his face turned pale, and said, "Now we can only pray that the thing is not on our eyes, otherwise..." At the end of his words, he shivered and shivered.

"What is that thing?" Wei Wu's face changed and asked hurriedly.

"You should have heard of the spiritual sacrifice incident in Sifang Town ten years ago." said at room temperature.

Wei Wu's eyes opened slightly and he took a breath of cold air in shock.

"Spiritual sacrifice incident?"

Wei Yuanji's face changed drastically and he said, "Isn't that an incident involving our Feiyuwei's file?"

At room temperature, he looked at Wei Yuanji and nodded: "That's right, file No. 117, escaped sacrifice spirit, file level, level A."

Since its establishment, Feiyuwei has been constantly collecting and summarizing information about monsters, monsters, thieves, and strangers, and collecting them into files, and divided into four levels A, B, C, and D for Feiyuwei to identify and solve cases while walking in the rivers and lakes.

Only when the object on the file is arrested and destroyed, the case is clearly broken, the file will be sealed and the file number will be covered by new objects or events. Otherwise, it will be passed down from generation to generation until the day it is enabled.

Level D is generally a thief who commits crimes, and Level C is generally a traitor who is extremely guilty and evil.

It’s more powerful than level B. If you really encounter it, you have to lead two or three magical detectives to draw.

The A-level is even more powerful. The entire Feiyugu may not be able to do it. He often has to join forces with holy places like Jinguang Temple and Lingyun Temple to recruit the directors of various schools and work together to work with Zhenping.

Among the Class A files, there are many files that have been covered for a long time.

For example, the previous thoracic zombie was file No. 107 of the character A.

This spirit sacrifice is the number 117 of the character "A".

Wei Wu hasn't read the specific details of the file, but the word "A" is enough to be scary.

Moreover, ten years ago, the Sifang Town Spirit Sacrifice incident was launched, and thirteen people from the five powerful people in Feiyuwei, Jinguang Temple, Luohan Hall, Lingyun Temple, and Taixuan Palace were dispatched. Unfortunately, they did not catch the Spirit Sacrifice in the end, and were injured and fled.

After that, there was no trace of the spirit sacrifice.

The file is covered with dust, and it will last for ten years.

Feiyuwei once speculated that the spirit sacrifice might have been severely damaged and could not maintain the spirit body and disintegrated on its own.

Unexpectedly, it will appear here.

What's even more terrible is that let alone the powerful people from the five directions here, there is not even a magical capture.

The room temperature is only one hundred households, and it is only more than 20 years old. Dou Laoliu is still a little short of himself.

In a word: Either your family’s life.

If this is targeted, it is not unimaginable to die overnight.

It's just midnight, and the night behind is longer.

"You're not reading it right?" Wei Wu was lucky.

"Whether it is the way of sacrificing souls or the blood patterns on the ground, they are no different from the records in the file, so there should be no mistakes." Shaking his head at room temperature.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go now and pull out the camp." Wei Yuanji couldn't stand it anymore. Thinking about the scene of holding his head to sacrifice, his calves couldn't help but tremble.

"If you really want to be targeted, it will be useless to run away. If it is messed up, we will not irritate its offerings. We should not anger it. I hope it will just pass by, not aiming at us." Chang Wen shook his head.

"What will happen if the sacrifice is moved?" Wei Wu asked knowingly.

Chang Wen looked at him and said word by word: "Whoever touches dies first!"

"Amitabha, Bodhisattva, Immortal Heavenly Lord, and the Three Pure Ones on the Dust, all the gods and gods and Buddhas will bless you."

Wei Yuanji swallowed and prayed to the sky. After saying that, he saw the statue of the Qingniu Daxian offering sacrifices in the middle of the camp, and hurried over and said, "There is also Qingniu Daxian, you can bless it too~"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the room temperature lit up, and Wei Wu's face froze.

...

"Master, these corpses died a bit miserable." In the brick kiln, Qin He was busy urging iron to his head. The turtle curiously stretched his neck and came over.

"It's a bit miserable."

Qin He nodded, cut off his head and offered it to him, and there was a smile on his face. He didn't know how he died.

The most important thing is that the soul is burned into soul energy and is sucked, and even reincarnation cannot be achieved.

That thing is so bad.

It's also worship.

If you want to earn some merit, you have to give your believers some benefits and hope.

That bastard is fine, he only asked for nothing and dig up the roots of the leeks.

Eat at one time.

Five people!

It would be a merit of thirty o'clock when I wake up tomorrow morning.

It just got rid of it.

There is also this corpse, and I don’t know how troublesome it is to clean up the corpse.

In a word, the beam is getting bigger.

It’s best not to show up, otherwise you will definitely feel the enthusiasm of the corpse burner.

After a lot of work, Qin He finally put the five heads back. When moving the corpse, his two heads rolled around. I don’t know if there was any mistake.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~"

Just as I finished my work here, the door of the brick kiln was knocked on.
Chapter completed!