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He slightly opened his eyelids, glanced at the people under the tent, and clicked his tongue.

"But there's no evidence to back up this, so there's no way to say anything!"

The boy's thoughts raced through his mind, but he temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​coming forward to make accusations.

Even if someone's behavior is suspicious, he hasn't done anything yet, so bringing it up would only lead to pointless arguments.

"It seems we have no choice but to wait and see." With that thought, Zhu Mingyao became even more vigilant.

Time passed second by second, and the crimson sun finally withdrew its light and heat, swaying and slowly setting on the western hilltop, gradually sinking behind the mountains.

In the shadows of the rock face, now darker and deeper from the loss of sunlight, the old Black man's voice suddenly rang out:

"Alright, we can start now." Old Bob gave a gloomy smile, the muscles on his face twitching as he looked at the gray-white age spots, making him look somewhat strange.

He squatted down and took out a rectangular wooden box about the size of his palm, placing it on the ground.

Upon opening the box, one finds a fully desiccated lizard, complete with scales and claws. The lizard has a fleshy crest on its head and its body is covered with vibrant red and yellow patterns, clearly indicating that it must have been highly poisonous in life.

Old Bob opened his mouth wide, revealing his broken, yellowish-black teeth, and swallowed the mummified lizard corpse amidst the astonished and disgusted gazes of the surrounding agents.

Chapter 91 Selfish Motives (Part 1)

In the dim twilight, an elderly Black man with a hunched back opened his mouth wide, picked up a shriveled and hideous lizard carcass, and put it into his mouth. Such a scene would be quite shocking to a normal person.

At least that was true for the agents around them.

To their relief, the old black sorcerer didn't seem to intend to swallow the thing; he merely sucked and stirred it in his mouth for a while before spitting it out.

"On the bright side, it seems that after this operation, we won't need to trouble Dr. Jason Silver at the psychological counseling center..."

The special agent captain secretly comforted himself, thinking that even for people like them who were used to seeing bloody and bizarre sights, it was a blessing to be able to keep their eyes and minds as clear as possible.

But the next second, he realized he had been too happy.

Old Bob bent forward with his arms outstretched, his chest rising and falling, and a wriggling sound came from his much thicker neck, as if something was desperately trying to crawl out of it!

"Gulp!" The closest agents swallowed hard in unison and quietly moved a few steps away.

As thick, foul-smelling secretions dripped down, a transparent fleshy crest emerged from old Bob's mouth, followed by tiny, sharp claws, a head, a body, and finally a long, thin tail.

This is clearly the same as the mummified lizard corpse from before!

However, the lizard was glowing with an ethereal light all over its body, making it clearly a ghost or some kind of spirit.

The old black sorcerer straightened up, took a couple of breaths, looked at the transparent lizard lying on the ground, grinned with satisfaction, and gently waved his hand.

The lizard flickered slightly, instantly transforming into a streak of phosphorescent light, and swiftly probed forward along the cracks in the ground.

"Go, spirit of the wasteland and the Gobi, bring back what I desire..."

"everything!"

A barely perceptible sound echoed in his throat.

At the same time, in the temporary command post where everyone was, Zhu Mingyao raised his eyebrows.

"The old man moved!"

Having waited for a long time, he pondered for a moment and ordered General Zhang Jun, the Flying Eagle, to remain in the wind high in the sky, monitoring the group's movements. He then diverted some of his magical power and spirit to urge General Huang Dahu, the Hound hidden in the sand and stones underground, to use his earth-walking technique to chase after the lizard in the direction it had fled!

"Today I'll see what you're up to."

……

Amidst a continuous range of hills and ravines, numerous mine entrances of varying sizes are scattered haphazardly. Some are standard mine entrances supported by steel pillars, while others are makeshift mine entrances hastily constructed by illegal miners using a few logs after the departure of large companies.

But regardless of the size, width, or whether the mine entrance is made of steel or wood, they all appear dilapidated. The standard ones can still barely remain intact, while the small, illegally mined ones have already collapsed more than halfway.

Metal parts that had fallen off the steel frame were scattered among the gravel, and the rotten supporting wooden pillars lay silently in the dust.

After all, it has been forty or fifty years since this mining area was completely abandoned.

The surface is already like this, not to mention anything else. Just by looking at the number of holes on the surface, one can guess how intricate the underground tunnels are.

Finding a hiding target in this environment would likely require at least several hundred people searching for a whole day without any special assistance.

Fortunately, under normal circumstances, the chances of such an incident occurring are very small. Surrounded by barren mountains within a radius of dozens of kilometers, even the brothers who sell powder on the road would find it too inconvenient to hide here, let alone other people visiting.

However, there are always exceptions... just like today.

Dozens of meters below the desolate surface, in a dark, abandoned tunnel.

This place originally appeared to be the intersection of several mine shafts, but it has now been excavated and expanded by someone unknown, and has become an irregularly shaped, spacious stone hall.

In the middle of the stone hall, a large area of ​​the ground had been cleared out. The railway sleepers around the ground had been dug up by the roots and thrown into the corner like waste. In their place were thick black and red lines.

No, not just on the ground!

The walls and even the ceiling of the cave were covered with black and red vine-like patterns.

Upon closer inspection, it's less like "patterns" and more like a series of clearly elastic "ropes" or "pipes"!

Strands of dark red, liquid-like light were slowly flowing within, converging in one direction.

In the center of all the patterns, illuminated by the faint glow of the liquid, a large, dark mass could be vaguely seen standing there.

If someone were to look closely with a lamp, they would discover that the large lump was actually a huge obsidian stone, about ten feet in diameter and five or six feet high.

The top of the obsidian is flat and smooth, as if a giant had cleaved it in half, removing all the sharp edges and corners, turning it into a wide stone table, or rather, a stone platform.

In front of this obsidian platform, a thick, indistinct shadow stood silently.

The shadow stood silently, motionless, making one wonder if it was also a rock.

Suddenly, the shadow turned its head and let out a low chuckle like that of an owl.

"You've been here for so long, and you haven't even said hello, friend!"

Silence was the only response he received.

The shadow sneered, and without any visible movement, several black and red "ropes" that had been crawling in a corner suddenly sprang up from the ground, like the tentacles of some creature, and wrapped around a small pile of rubble nearby.

“Stop! Mr. Quinn, I mean no harm.” A small voice came from the pile of rubble.

Along with the sound, a ring of pale white fluorescence appeared, surrounding the "rope".

A transparent lizard with an ethereal, elusive body slowly crawled out from a crack in the pile of stones.

An ancient voice uttered from the strange lizard's mouth:

"If I really wanted to deal with you, then there should be an official special operations team here right now."

The pale fluorescent light shone on the shadow opposite, revealing a tall, thin man with a tattered trench coat and disheveled hair.

The man had a long, thin face, typical of a North American Native, and his tan skin seemed to be covered with a layer of dirty grease that shimmered slightly under the fluorescent light.

His appearance was exactly what Zhu Mingyao and his men were looking for to capture.

— He first committed a series of murders, and then slaughtered the superhuman criminal "Quinn" in the town's police department.

The man opened his mouth, revealing jagged, sharp teeth, and said menacingly to the transparent lizard in the distance, or rather, to old Bob:

"So this federal lackey... ah!"

"I should say, a distinguished government advisor... Heh, what brings you here alone?"

Despite the target's sarcastic remarks, old Bob remained extremely calm and rational.

"To make a long story short, the team that's come to hunt you down includes not only my brother and me, but also an Eastern sorcerer and two professional diviners. With their continuous divination and positioning, you can't escape!"

but--"

He drew out the last syllable, then added.

"I can help you leave, all you need to do is—"

"Just one small condition!"

I don't know if it will be available next month...

Chapter 92 Selfish Motives (Part 2)

The tunnel was eerily silent. A drop of water slowly seeped out from a crack in the ceiling of the stone hall, swayed a few times, and finally succumbed to the pull of gravity, falling to the ground with a "plop!"

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Suddenly, a maniacal laugh erupted from the tall, thin figure, echoing through the tunnel walls and reverberating for a long time before finally subsiding.

"Heh...heh, you've done something so righteous? I'm so touched...I wonder what small price I need to pay...to receive your generous assistance?" He asked jokingly, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

"Your cannibalistic magic of rejuvenation!" The old black man's voice echoed eerily amidst the other's maniacal laughter.

The maniacal laughter abruptly stopped!

The man's smile vanished, his gaze turning cold and menacing, like a venomous snake.

"Don't rush to deny it! Let me give you my speculation first."

In the dark cave, a transparent, spirit-like lizard perched on a rock, speaking fluently in human language, creating a scene that was both mysterious and bizarre.

"At first, when I saw the information about teenagers losing their internal organs, I didn't pay much attention. There are far too many witchcraft rituals performed using this as material..."

My suspicions began when I discovered that the souls of several victims in the police station had vanished along with the life force within their bodies.

Then I came across the jar of vomit you left behind.

The lizard spirit shook its triangular head, displaying an extremely human-like expression.

"The vomit contained fragments of the victim's heart that you swallowed, and my tracking technique requires carefully examining the items left behind by the target..."

Old Bob's tone carried a hint of excitement.

"Do you know what I tasted in there?"

“The breath of life and youth!” he said in a trance-like tone. “That endless vitality almost flowed out of that filthy wreckage! I only took a small bite, and I felt every cell in my body cheering.”

"Based on this?" the tall, thin man asked with a half-smile.

"Of course not. There are countless wonderful secrets in this world. It's not surprising that you can concentrate the life force of the dead in their heart and eat it. The important thing is what's the use of doing this?"

It wasn't until I used tracking magic to detect your current aura that I was surprised to discover—

"The aura you exuded was so different from the one you left in the iron cage in the detention room!" The lizard spirit tilted its head, its speech unconsciously quickening.