Chapter 183

Hearing the knocking, Xin Zihao and the others' first reaction was fear.

Then, they picked up their weapons.

It wasn't the weapons that gave them courage, but Wang Quan.

With Quan Ge around, there was nothing to be afraid of!

Moreover, Quan Ge's eyes were terrifyingly red. In comparison, Quan Ge was more frightening.

Wang Quan stood by the door and listened for a few seconds, then turned around and said, "This isn't knocking, it's hitting the door with his head."

Then, without giving Cheng Weihua and the others a chance to be on guard, he directly opened the door.

The person outside the door was hitting the door with his head, but suddenly hit nothing and fell into the room.

When he got up, Cheng Weihua and the others gasped.

This … was no longer human.

The person's gray skin was greenish-black, and his eyes were bloodshot and dripping tears of blood. Obviously, he had lost his human consciousness.

He was still holding a machete in his hand. He struggled to get up and slashed at Wang Quan.

Wang Quan grabbed the machete and slashed horizontally.

The person decisively separated his head from his body and fell to the ground without any hesitation.

Cheng Weihua opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Although he had heard Xin Zihao and the others talk about how cruel Wang Quan was, this was the first time he saw it.

Indeed, very cruel.

Turning around, Xin Zihao almost put his hands on his hips.

Seeing the group leader look over, he even replied with a cocked eyebrow emoji.

It was as if he was saying: See, Brother Quan is so awesome!

Although Lin Yu was a programmer who overworked himself to death, he was almost 30 years old after all. His observation skills were still much better than Xin Zihao, a freshman who had just entered university.

He frowned and observed for a moment, then suddenly said, "Why isn't this thing dead yet?"

They were shocked and quickly looked down.

Sure enough, the headless corpse on the ground was still wriggling, trying to stand up.

Wang Quan stepped on its back, still holding the bloody machete in his hand. "It seems to be the same situation as the village leader."

As he spoke, he told them about how he exploded the Village Chief's head and how the Village Chief grew a new head.

However, the flesh around the neck wound was growing very slowly, and it would probably take some time for the head to grow back.

On the ground, the head that Wang Quan had chopped off had turned into a pile of rotting flesh and fell apart.

Grinning, Wang Quan looked at Cheng Weihua. "Old Cheng, let me tell you some good news. Maybe the high priest and the others are not dead yet."

From the beginning until now, he had been in a state of borrowing power. Although he hadn't borrowed much, he would still be contaminated if he continued like this.

As the corruption dragged on, he could vaguely feel that the power he injected into the village leader's body was still active.

What did this mean?

It meant that the village leader who had been blown to pieces was alive.

In that case, the rest of them should still be alive.

Cheng Weihua had never stopped smoking. He shook his head and said, "This is not good news."

Although he had experienced a few instance dungeons and learned some martial arts, he still hadn't broken through the limits of humanity.

It wouldn't be a problem for him to take on a few, but he wouldn't be able to take on too many people.

Moreover, every time he completed a mission, he would use the reward points to exchange for that treasure.

"The price is that a third of his soul was sucked out of him when he was only 24 years old."

As for the price, he was originally only twenty-four years old, but in the end, one-third of his soul was directly absorbed, causing his appearance to age by twenty years, making him look like he was forty or fifty years old.

"I've never told anyone about this."

Then, he used the rest of his points to buy bombs, just for this dungeon.

"Although I've always had a little hope, but now … I understand the reality.

Zhao Di is probably not going to be saved. "

"Zhao Di might already be dead, and the soul in that body might have been replaced."

"What else is there to say?"

As long as Wang Quan and Ah Jiu could leave this place alive, his wish would be fulfilled.

Looking at the struggling corpse at his feet, Wang Quan furrowed his brows and decisively chopped it into eight pieces.

Then, he looked at the slowly wriggling corpse on the ground and said, "It's raining and windy outside, I don't think it's a good idea to drag this out. Tell us if you have any clues, we need to hurry. "

Cheng Weihua was not in a good mood, so Lin Yu took his place.

"We found out from the interrogation that this village has existed for close to 2,000 years. This sacrificial ritual and religion have been passed down since the village was founded. The high priests are all descendants of a family, which is said to be loved by God.

"Every two generations, a white-haired girl will be born in their family, and this girl will become the high priest when she grows up."

He looked at Ah Jiu, who was still expressionless beside Wang Quan, and said, "This time, it's not two generations apart. It's probably because the leader and the others destroyed the sacrificial ritual when they came last time."

Wang Quan relied on his intuition to think carefully.

In the end, he did not think of anything.

Seeing that he did not speak, Lin Yu continued, "So, we feel that we have to find the source of everything, which is the people when the village was founded and what happened at that time. Only then can we solve this problem."

Wang Quan nodded. "Indeed, if these things really can't be killed, it'll be quite difficult."

Even he himself could not escape.

Speaking of which, what was his purpose in coming here?

He really could not remember.

Right now, he just felt very comfortable. The feeling of being both mentally and physically liberated made him a little addicted.

"Then let's get ready to go." Cheng Weihua said in a low voice, "Let's go to the village chief's house first. Generally, we should be able to find clues there."

"Before that." Wang Quan snapped his fingers. "Let's eat first."

If he did not eat dinner, he would be hungry.

Although it was only five o 'clock in the afternoon, he was indeed a little hungry.

He would probably have to kill people later, so he had to eat his fill.

Cheng Weihua: "…"

He sighed. "Okay."

An hour later, the group of people who had eaten and drank to their fill were ready to set off.

Looking at the rain outside, which was lighter than before, Wang Quan took out a newspaper umbrella from his bag.

It was an umbrella with a newspaper pattern painted on the umbrella.

He bought it online, and it cost 45 yuan.

He held the umbrella and walked out of the house with Ah Jiu.

Ah Jiu was still pulling the small cart.

Those two boxes of gold were her life, and she could not lose them.

Cheng Weihua and the others were speechless, so they walked into the rain.

He turned around and looked at the house. The few body parts inside the house were wriggling together. They would probably turn back into zombies soon.

"What about the thing inside?"

"That's easy."

Wang Quan lit a cigarette and waited for a while.

Xin Zihao came out from the house next door with a plastic box in his hand.

"Quan Ge! I really found gasoline! "

"Okay, go pour it."

After hearing Wang Quan's order, Xin Zihao went into the house and poured the gasoline. In the end, there was only a little left, and he poured it all the way to the door.

When he returned to the rain, Wang Quan took a puff and flicked the cigarette butt into the house.

"Let's go."

Accompanied by the burning flame, Wang Quan turned his back to the house.

He looked at the indistinct shadows of zombies in the dark rainy night. He tossed the machete to Xin Zihao and took the fire axe from him.

Then, he moved his shoulders and neck. His eyes were bloodshot.

"Let's play."