Even if you barely get here, if these mages use their heads to surrender at the same time, the outcome will be unknown.

The key to Wang Jin's victory is to take the initiative.

I killed half of it from here, and the result was almost confirmed.

It is precisely because of the momentum that these Nanyang mages shrank and did not dare to rush forward.

After all, it is just a bunch of mental illnesses who are tinkering with cults. Few people dare to give up their heads and attack such a madman holding a shotgun.

"With that being said...it's still a bit too relaxed."

Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the Hong House beside him.

Mage, monster, red house.

The relationship between these three is more like...

Researchers, test materials, final products.

Wang Jin knew very well that these mages had been fiddling here for more than ten years.

It is not worth the pleasure to kill a few researchers.

Judging from the strength of those monsters, their research should be very mature.

The real terrifying thing is in the red house.

"…I still have to go and have a look, maybe it's the corpse god of the baby head and belly."

Wang Jin touched his chin and raised his legs and took a step.

For him, fighting is not just a fight, but also a good opportunity to obtain intelligence.

Wang Jin roughly discovered some clues.

The flying head will pull out the user's internal organs, and those strange children's crosses also need to pull out the head and internal organs.

Those moves that fly out of the arms are somewhat indecipherable to the long hands.

Interestingly, the top players in the spiritual position will also do this trick.

Mud and water like hands flowed out of the Nanyang wizard's head.

And they were like Sun Tiezui, with black air on their bodies and swayed for a long time before casting the spell.

It is obviously from the lineage of the infant head and belly corpse god.

"Nanyang Fighting, Infant Head and Belly Corpse God, Bantou, Water Well, Mud Dragon King..."

Wang Jin frowned.

He never expected that these things could be related.

“The problem has become simple.”

Wang Jin shook his head slowly and looked at the red house that was so close to him.

This can no longer be called a house.

Perhaps it was just an ordinary thatched hut at the beginning, but after hundreds of strange activities, it had been twisted into a blood-red ball.

Thatch and stone twisted together and became inseparable from each other.

The dry blood stains are like the strongest glue, sticking these things together firmly.

Sticky, damp, bright red.

It made Wang Jin feel that this was more like an organ of some kind, or... egg.

"Damn it, it's a bit disgusting."

Wang Jin looked at the wooden door twisted in front of him.

This door was supposed to be a raft, but unfortunately it has become so deformed that it cannot be used.

He gritted his teeth and pressed his hand on it

Then he frowned.

This ghost is warm and seems to be alive.

It makes people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

Thorn...

There is no crunching sound as I imagined.

Instead, it was a strange sound, which was more like separating the two pieces of pork stuck together.

The room was pitch black.

Wang Jin pushed Alice in front of him and summoned the little black mirror ghost.

After all preparations, he injected inspiration into the ring in his hand.

The blazing light lit up and turned into a faint red under the reflection of the wall.

"It's very much like... a dentist is treating someone."

Wang Jin took a deep breath and endured the discomfort in his heart.

Unfortunately, he was not a dentist this time, but the strong light.

The walls around are flesh-pink.

Wang Jin knew very well that those were stones and thatch, and they should not be of this color.

This room seemed to be given life, and it was strange from beginning to end.

Pick.

Wang Jin raised his legs and stepped into the room, his eyes scanning around.

Bang!

The door will automatically be closed without wind.

"Oh shit…"

Wang Jin kicked the door with a kick, but felt that he had not used any strength.

It feels more like kicking a piece of fat.

The nature of the door has changed.

Fortunately, Wang Jin did not let Xiao Hei hold on to the door just now, otherwise Xiao Hei might have something to do with him or be locked outside.

“Look at other things…”

Wang Jin murmured softly and turned to look around.

Things inside the house are simple.

As stated at the beginning…it is not suitable for human habitation.

The interior is large, but there is no furniture.

There is only one case that is common in butcher shops, a shelf full of bottles and jars, and a miniature altar.

A reverse cross is placed next to the altar, and a head that is obviously smaller is pierced on it.

It's this ghost thing again.

But this time it's not exactly the same as before.

Perhaps because the children who can go down the well with their parents are not too young, the children who see five or six years old on the reverse cross that Wang Jin saw along the way.

And this one next to the altar...

A true baby.

But it's not just a baby.

If you look closely, you will find that the baby has a third eye that is faintly visible on his head and a dense and strange symbol is painted on his face.

The mages of the South China Sea seemed to be extremely concerned about this cross.

His eyes were looking along the altar to the side...I could see the iron hook and chain.

The ground was covered with blood and some minced meat.

Obviously, this is their way to help believers “ascend to heaven.”

"call…"

Wang Jin took a breath and continued to check.

Being locked in a confined space, the normal reaction should be to hit the door desperately and try to find a way to leave.

But Wang Jin didn't.

Because he remembered that there was a little in the clue.

The person who has been "ascending to heaven" has never appeared again.
To be continued...