Screaming Cycle (Infinite Flow) - Chapter 290

Ji Lu was not surprised by Dong Jing’s speculation.

Originally, he lived in an era with very advanced GPS tracking technology. A small gadget with a big grain of rice was implanted under the skin. Even if it went into the sea, as long as the person was still within the coverage of the satellite system, he could not avoid positioning.

Although this “world” does not have such advanced technology, since even corpses can move as freely as living people, it is simply normal for the holy court to have a certain way of grasping their whereabouts.

Thinking of this, Ji Xuan stroked his chin.

According to the experience of fighting with the elite squad of Paladins, about twenty cavalry soldiers with crossbows or long knives can be killed by himself. The only problem is the two black ones. Winged knight.

When Ji Ting fought with one of the knights, he felt that although the opponent still had a human appearance, it was more like a puppet.

The black-winged knight seemed to have no emotions, anger, sorrow, or even blinking.

What he showed was only a tireless and fearless fighting instinct.

In addition, when Ji Xiaoniao tried to destroy the phalanx on the black-winged knight brooch, he clearly felt the double illusion of sound and image.

During the six months of “Peach Blossom Spring”, Ji Tuan had not encountered many mental abilities.

The most frequent one is naturally from his family Ren Dameiren’s “God says there must be light”, and the other is the queen bee encountered in the “SCP Containment Campaign”.

However, Ren Jianmo’s abilities never hurt him, and when he was within the spiritual influence of the Queen Bee, he was wearing a mental blocking metal collar.

In this way, the cry of ghosts and the **** of blood he experienced during the day should be regarded as the most impactful mental illusion he has encountered so far…

Thinking of this, Ji Yu looked at the two living corpses behind him again.

“What do you think of those two knights with black wings?”

Ji Lu decided to ask the expert who holds the secret technique of corpse control.

“Do you think they two are humans?”

Dong Jing turned to look at him.

“The situation was urgent at the time and I didn’t investigate it carefully… However, in my experience, their situation should be different from the corpses I usually control.”

The young man pondered for a moment, and said seriously:

“When the shape of the city’s long wings was changed, the two Xiyi red hairs should still be alive, at least not dead yet, but their condition is different from normal people…”

He paused, as if thinking about how to describe his feelings:

“By the way, have you ever met a surgeon who knows the’top immortal’?”

Ji Lu: “???”

He didn’t even understand which two words the Second Young Master Dong said.

Dong Jing was a little surprised.

In his opinion, the curly little elder in front of him should be a cultivator, but he didn’t even know the fairly ordinary “top immortal” in the rivers and lakes, which was indeed quite surprising.

However, the Second Young Master of the Dong family changed his mind. Ji Xiaoniao’s teacher was a hermit sect. He was afraid that he had cultivated in the deep mountains and old forests since he was a child, and he was only released now. It is normal to ask three questions.

So, the boy took a moment to quickly explain the concept of “top immortal”.

A cultivator who knows the “top immortal” can summon a certain **** with certain secret techniques-these gods can be either a land, a heroic spirit in the immortal class, or a certain ancestor in the family, or even The ability is high enough to be able to summon gods of mountains and rivers and even the gods of the Buddha.

After the **** was summoned, because there was no entity, he could only possess the caster and borrow his physical body to carry out activities. This is to “top” the **** on the body, so it is called the “top immortal.”

“Oh!”

Ji Lu felt that he understood.

“You mean, those two knights have a will that doesn’t belong to them, so they are so powerful, right?”

“exactly!”

Dong Jing nodded.

“I think their situation is very similar to that of’Top Immortal’.”

He curled his lips and smiled contemptuously, “It’s because they claim to have only one god, so when they fight, they don’t want to borrow the power of a **** or ghost!”

Ji Xuan rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

His knowledge of Top Immortals, Summoning, and Emancipation are only those superficial knowledge when watching movies before, but actual combat experience tells him that the combat effectiveness of the two black-winged knights is derived from the inlaid cloak. Brooch of the phalanx.

He didn’t know whether that little finger bone should be regarded as a medium or a container or something else, but in that case, if you encounter it next time, just destroy the similar thing.

…

Ji Lu talked with Dong Jing for a while, and inquired about the situation in Xijiang from the boy. At this time, it was time to change shifts. Uncle Zhong came out of the cave and drove the two back to rest.

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When it was dark the next day, the group quickly got up, packed up and prepared to continue on their way.

Five people and two corpses walked southwest along the winding mountain.

The stamina of the group is very good, and even Dong Jing, who is dressed as a girl, walks the mountain road very slowly.

They were on their way for two full days, and only after the sun had set would they find a safe place to rest.

Until the afternoon of the third day, all the talents finally traversed the rolling hills and came to the relatively flat river valley.

“Although there are no large-scale towns nearby, there should be many villages scattered around.”

The young man named Zhuzi went in and out of Western Xinjiang with Dong’s caravan all the year round and traveled to the Central Plains. He was fairly familiar with the terrain in this area, so he suggested:

“I think we still don’t want to enter the village, and find someone on the outside to inquire about the situation. It is best to find out the movements of the nearby Xiyi soldiers.”

No one else has any opinions.

As the area of ​​land occupied by the Holy Court army becomes larger and larger, it is necessary to ensure the smooth advancement of the front line and to ensure the safety of the rear, and the soldiers brought there seem to be not enough.

Ji Yu pondered that, in addition to important military strongholds and transportation centers, in rural areas like this, there should not be too many invaders left behind. As long as they are careful, they can probably avoid the holy court more smoothly. Eyeliner.

Zhuzi looked at the map and then led the way with his memory. After walking for about half an hour, he saw a village from a distance.

It’s almost evening.

If it is normal, this should be a smoky meal.

But a few people stood on the top of the hill and looked down. All the thirty or forty huts in their eyes were silent, and even a wisp of smoke could not be seen.

Ji Lu’s heart sank.

Somehow, he had a very bad premonition in his heart.

“Go, go into the village and take a look.”

He heard Dong Jing’s voice hoarse, with a bit of gritted teeth in his voice.

Everyone nodded silently.

In fact, this approach is completely unnecessary, but for some reason, everyone wants to see with their own eyes what is happening here.

This village is small in scale. It is located on the east bank of one of the streams in the river valley. There are only forty-two households in total. The white-walled and blue-tiled huts with wooden fenced yards look like a typical southern rural village.

It’s just that now, all the houses have their doors wide open, and there is a mess in the yard and the house, which has obviously been ransacked.

They soon found the bodies in several of the houses.

These people have been dead for at least a day or two.

In the midsummer season, the corpses quickly gave off a smoky stench. Although there was no obvious decay, the skin of each corpse was covered with a dark blood vessel network, which looked extremely hideous.

Without exception, the dead were civilians dressed in commoners.

Ten of them were men, and their deaths were quite horrible. At least ten wounds on their bodies were thrown aside like a tattered rag.

And more are women.

It can be seen at a glance from the state of their death that they had suffered extremely cruel abuse before their death.

I don’t know if it was because of resistance or other reasons, the women were being raped and killed by the abuser at the same time, and no one helped them clean up after their deaths.

Ji Xuan was so soft-hearted that he couldn’t stand it any longer. He collected some large pieces of cloth such as bed sheets in each room. Whenever he saw a corpse of a woman with disheveled appearance, he covered them with cloth.

“The number is wrong.”

Ji Xiaoniao’s expression was solemn, “It is impossible for a village to have such a small number of people.”

“Yes.”

Dong Jing’s face is also hard to see the extreme.

As the heir to the Dong family, Young Master Dong Er, who has been studying corpse control for many years, has been dealing with the dead since he first knew how to leave, and naturally he will not have any fear or disgust towards the corpse that has just begun to decompose.

But it was precisely because the Dong family’s inheritance was manipulating the corpse that he could not even look at such indiscriminate killing of innocent beasts.

“The rest must be nearby.”

He frowned and said in a deep voice:

“Let’s look for it again.”

…

After about ten minutes, they followed the foul stench and found the remaining villagers.

Hundreds of corpses were piled up on the drying valley behind the village.

The dead were male and female, old and young. Adults were all assassinated by swords and guns, while children and babies were thrown into sludge.

Hundreds of corpses were piled up into a mountain, like the legendary “Kingguan” used to frighten the enemy.

The murderer also set a fire here, seemingly trying to burn all these corpses.

But obviously, no matter how big the fire is, there is no way to burn so many bodies at once.

The fire only scorched the surface of the corpse pile, and then went out because of insufficient oxygen.

The stench of putrefaction, mixed with the burnt smell of protein burning, makes people nauseous.

The situation couldn’t be clearer.

The holy court soldiers who stayed here felt that it was too troublesome and costly to take care of the civilians, so they simply adopted the Sanguang policy to kill no one in the small villages in the area, and fundamentally eliminated the possibility of fire in the backyard.

The soil in the drying valley was infiltrated by blood.

Ji Tuan bowed his head, twisted a handful, and rubbed it gently with his fingertips, and the black-red clod instantly shattered into powder.

Under the warm sunset, he felt an indescribable anger that seemed to freeze even the blood.