deceitful cultivator

Chapter 27 The Terrorist Forbidden Zone I Don't Know Exists

Song Zong Wu put his extra arms around his chest, and his clothes were looser, so when he ran along the eaves of the building, he didn't attract much attention.

But Ren Qing, who was being carried around, was a little embarrassed, neither moving nor not moving.

Song Zong came to Sibu Zhai without a few moments.

Seeing that he wanted to step in directly, Ren Qing couldn't help but said, "Senior Song, I won't go."

"There are hundreds of rooms in Sibuzhai. Since you want to confirm the situation, should I go to each room?"

Song Zongwu glanced at Ren Qing, just about to say something, but saw the other party covering his head, looking very painful.

"what happened?"

Ren Qing's memory began to become blurred, and the number of fireworkers on Hexing Street decreased again, and the interval became shorter and shorter for some reason.

Song Zong Wu also noticed.

His body exuded a dangerous aura, his eyes turned from blood red to orange red, as if he was resisting the inexplicable power to tamper with his memory.

However, Song Zong didn't find out that he needed to maintain the spell all the time, so he simply chose to draw a few words on the skin with his nails to remind himself.

Seeing that he was so ruthless, Ren Qing had no choice but to take out a knife and carve letters on his arm, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why monks in the martial arts realm could be immune.

"Senior Song, is it the effect of some kind of strange thing, or a restricted area?"

"Notify the rest of the guards first, and go in to see the details."

Song Zongwu took out a green heart that seemed to be alive, squeezed it hard, and the beating frequency of the heart suddenly accelerated.

The corners of Ren Qing's mouth twitched, could this be a magic weapon used for connection?
"There are 36 blood hearts, and holders within a certain range can..."

Before Song Zong could finish his sentence, the two of them suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the memory of the last fire worker began to blur again.

"That's too late!!!"

Ren Qing was a little nervous. Although he didn't draw out the Da Miao Dao directly, his right hand was holding the handle tightly, ready to draw out the sheath at any time.

"Come with me for a walk."

Song Zongwu grabbed Ren Qing's collar, and then directly smashed through the wooden door and rushed into it. The latter quickly followed the route and directed.

It only took about ten breaths, and after smashing a few walls, they arrived at the location where the pyrotechnics were confined.

Song Zong kicked the door open with his useless foot, and then went straight in.

They noticed a pyrotechnician in his early twenties squatting blankly in a corner, constantly muttering don't kill me.

Maybe it's because after his companion was erased, his memory changed drastically, and his spirit became a little trance.

Ren Qing felt a sense of absurdity, these fireworkers had been acting relatively normal half an hour ago, but now they might disappear at any time.

Although Huogong didn't seem to be conscious, Song Zongwu still asked without giving up: "Did you go to the restricted area, and how many people are still alive?"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Song Zongwu stepped forward, stretched out two hands to grab the head of the fire worker, and stared at the other party's eyes with six eyes.

"I said you answer."

"Does it have anything to do with the restricted area?"

Huo Gong seemed to have regained some consciousness, opened his mouth and replied weakly: "Yes..."

He immediately vomited blood, the internal organs in his body began to collapse, and his breath weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Song Zongwu didn't continue to ask questions, but tried to stabilize Huogong's injury.

Too bad it didn't work.

Song Zong couldn't help saying to himself: "We should have forgotten one thing, I'm afraid we found a restricted area somewhere."

"At that time, jailers and yamen servants were sent to deal with it, but after they stepped into the restricted area, all our relevant memories were erased."

Usually the fireworkers would not enter the restricted area, but they were still affected, and even disappeared without a sound.

Ren Qing frowned and asked: "Senior Song, then why did the fireworkers return to Sanxiang City? Could it be that the guards used it to deliver news?"

"not sure."

Song Zongwu continued: "But the restricted area itself cannot be moved, so it is difficult to affect Sanxiang City, which is far away."

Song Zong looked at Ren Qing with complicated eyes.

There are so many people in the yamen, but Ren Qing discovered something is wrong, which cannot be explained by a coincidence.

At this moment, the blood spewed on the ground by the pyrotechnician before was slowly turned into ashes, leaving no trace at all.

This situation gradually spread to Huo Gong's body, starting from the toes of both feet, even the cloth shoes were reduced to ashes.

Song Zongwu said in a deep voice: "We must find out the location of the restricted area, otherwise the hidden danger will be too great."

Ren Qing didn't know what to say.

The forbidden zone is formed by the strange things behind the monks' death, but to fight against the forbidden zone, they have to rely on the monks, so they fall into an infinite endless loop.

Song Zong pointed his index finger between Huogong's eyebrows, and muttered to himself: "Yichou year, Jimao month, Guichou day, Renzi time..."

"Found it, Left Eye Three!!!"

His six blood eyes were tightly closed, and suddenly the blood eye in the lower left corner opened alone, and it was twice as big as usual.

Huogong trembled for no reason, especially blood oozed from his five sense organs, and his breathing became extremely heavy.

Song Zongwu said to Ren Qing: "I want to check the memory in his soul, and if there is something strange, interrupt me immediately."

Just as Ren Qing wanted to ask, Song Zongwu pulled out a palm-sized phantom from between Huo Gong's eyebrows.

Song Zongwu touched the phantom with his opened eyes, and used the six-eye folding method to directly obtain its memory.

Seeing this, Ren Qing was not too worried.

Although the more strange objects swallowed in the restricted area, the more terrifying the ability displayed, but if you want to affect Sanxiang City...

The corpse of Huogong's body opened its eyes, and then stood up with twisted movements.

Ren Qing took a few steps back and looked around from a safer position.

wrong.

The means of the restricted area did not reach the level of remotely erasing the memories of tens of thousands of people. It deliberately sent Xinggong back to Sanxiang City.

So it wasn't the memory of the jailer stepping into the forbidden area and being erased, but the situation that only appeared when the fireworkers from Hexing Street returned to Sanxiang City.

The ghost knows how many strange things have been swallowed up in this restricted area, so that they can control the pyrotechnics who become puppets from a long distance.

The flesh and blood on the puppet's body collapsed and coalesced little by little, making its shape more and more deformed, like a pool of mud.

But Ren Qing didn't feel too much threat from the puppets, even worse than ordinary people.

But he didn't relax at all, the double pupils in his eyes began to turn, his eyes locked on the puppet and moved around.

But he didn't use his foot nerves. After all, he couldn't retract and retract freely. In such a narrow place, he would only put himself at a disadvantage.

At this time, the puppet crawled towards Song Zongwu at a slow speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Ren Qing couldn't help but be puzzled, why does it feel that the rain is so loud and the rain is small, the means of the restricted area can't be so simple, right?

(End of this chapter)