"Be your team member? What does it mean? Are there any benefits? Can you teach me the way to hold a dream?" said the shaman.

Zhou Zhou nodded repeatedly.

The shaman looked at him through the ceramic mask with facial expressions, and suddenly changed the subject and said, "After I torture you, I can still ask about the method of storing dreams. Why do you want to be a member of your team?"

"After becoming a member of my team, you will have a way to treat leprosy." Zhou Zhou refused to give in.

"I have found a way. It's about to succeed." The Shaman replied.

Zhou Zhou lowered his head and thought for a while, and looked up and said, "Do you have anything you need? This compass will point to what you want most. Even if you are not sure."

As he said that, Zhou Zhou handed the compass to the shaman. The shaman took the compass and pointed the compass at Zhou Zhou.

The shaman changed several directions in succession, but the compass still pointed at Zhou Zhou.

So the shaman looked him up and down for a while, and suddenly pulled out a scimitar from the parchment roll on the table and chopped it down like a craftsman.

Zhou Zhou watched in horror as a light slashed across his upper body and stroked his lower body, and then he split his clothes into two large pieces of rags.

Two thin curly hairs hung on the tip of the knife.

"You! You! You are so crazy!" Zhou Zhou covered his lower body and screamed like a woman.

Since the last time he experienced the toilet door incident in the Witch Carrie World, Zhou Zhou has discovered that he has the potential to be an exposure maniac.

—————————You are trying to force me to the road to no return!

The shaman pointed at Zhou Zhou with a scimitar, forced Zhou Zhou back two steps, and stepped out of his clothes.

Then the shaman circled around his clothes and found that the compass was still pointing in Zhou Zhou's direction. So he pointed at Zhou Zhou with a knife and ordered in a crisp voice: "Bend down and raise your butt."

Zhou Zhou endured the humiliation and raised his buttocks to the shaman with a sad face.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Zhou Zhou said indignantly.

"I suspect you have something that can attract Sinan."

Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes and said, "The compass was pointing at you just now. You are hiding something in your place!"

The shaman ignored him, checked his asshole carefully, and then left the tent.

After she went out, Zhou Zhou immediately found a big robe from the tent and put it on.

Ten minutes later, the shaman returned with a compass.

"I agree." The shaman suddenly said.

Zhou Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the voice of the main god suddenly sounded: "Invite the drama ** shaman to join the Red Cell Team, and deduct the D-level side plot."

Then Zhou Zhou saw the shaman performing a tilted listening posture, so Zhou Zhou asked, "Did you hear it too?"

The Shaman was tragic for a while and nodded, "The Lord God has sent all the relevant information into my mind. Our main mission is to help a man named Marcus catch William, right? William is locked in my crypt. Just hand him over to Marcus and you will complete the mission, right?"

Zhou Zhou nodded repeatedly.

"Then let's go and see William. I've had an experiment to go there." The shaman said, carrying a jar out of the corner and walked out of the yurt.

"Hey. Can you give me some pants first? Also, your name is Shaman."

"Yes. The pants are in the tent, you can find them yourself."

As he said that, the shaman walked straight away. Zhou Zhou quickly put on his pants and chased him out. At this moment, someone was already in and out of the yurt group. The two guards who had escorted Zhou Zhou were drinking butter and checking, staring at Zhou Zhou with vigilant eyes.

Zhou Zhou walked straight to the guards and signaled them to untie the shackles.

After the guard untied his shackles, Zhou Zhou immediately avoided the butter tea and drank two sips, suppressed his desire to transform, and took a step to chase the shaman.

In the cave prison, Zhou Zhou met the shaman and the guards who were following her.

They were standing at the door of a cell, where a girl about eighteen years old was lying sickly on the straw pile. Zhou Zhou recognized her as the girl who was imprisoned in the prison car before.

Her clothes were pretty neat, but her face was pale, her lips were blood-colored, and her face was covered with beads of sweat.

"How long has she been taking medicine?" the shaman asked the guards.

"We feed her on the way she was still transported." The guard replied.

The shaman signaled the guard to open the door, then walked in with the can with the jar.

The shaman walked to the girl in three or two steps, squatted down, and took out a leather glove from her robe. The leather gloves were big and thick, obviously a tool for walking the eagle. After she put the gloves in, she opened a slit of the jar, then reached in and took out a spider.

There is no cat on the spider, and its black carapace flows with a dangerous luster.

The shaman lifted the girl's sleeve and placed the spider on the girl's delicate arm. The spider immediately bit the girl's arm, and then the girl began to twitch immediately and began to vomit mucus.

The shaman quickly retreated, but did not exit the cell, but observed it nearby.

The girl twitched, suddenly paused for a moment, and could not move. The mucus applied around her solidified and expanded into a silky shape, wrapping her into a cocoon.

"What are you making? Spiderman?" Zhou Zhou said.

The Shaman nodded and replied, "Don't you think this looks good?"

More than an hour later, the cocoon suddenly cracked a crack, and then many fingers, at least thirty fingers stretched out from the crack, wriggling, and with a forceful stroke, the cocoon broke.

A monster with six hands, six eyes, and a terrifying mouthpart appeared with wet mucus hanging on its body.

The shaman immediately smashed the monster's head with the scabbard. The monster fell to the ground, his mouthparts faded, his arms closed, his six eyes closed, and he turned and hid.

Soon, the eighteen-year-old girl just now came back.

The shaman squatted down and reached his hand to the girl's mouth. He gently cut a small hole in the palm of his hand with a scimitar, and blood dripped on the girl's mouth.

The girl opened her mouth and bit the shaman's hand in one bite, and bit off a piece of meat hard.

The shaman pulled his hand out with force, stood up, and took two steps back as if he was drunk, and took off the ceramic mask on his face.

I saw that the lost lips began to grow out little by little, and the blind one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed began to regain its spirit bit by little. Many granulations began to grow at the nose where there were only two holes, and finally formed a small nose.

Zhou Zhou looked at the shaman's face that returned to normal and was a little amazed in an instant.

The shaman's face looks the same as her voice, very girl next door, and should be said to be the school beauty girl next door.

The eyelashes are thick and the eyes are slender. The small nose, the root of the nose is slender, and the mouth is incredibly small.

Wearing local clothes from the 1980s is like a rural village flower. Wearing a small suit and skirt is like a pure white-collar worker.

The shaman had just returned to his normal face and suddenly showed a surprise expression and curled his eyes with a smile.

"Invent new bloodlines and reward D-level side plot." The shaman said to Zhou Zhou in a low voice.

At this moment, a Mongolian soldier suddenly ran into the cell and bowed to the shaman and said, "Shaman, there is an army coming up to the mountain. The two scout brothers are dead. It is Marcus's Knights' Order."

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Chapter completed!