After the ancient god was kicked out of the adventurer team

Wu Mo and An Tiling looked at each other, and Ling stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, laughing happily.

"Are you sure there is a way?" Wu Mo asked curiously.

"Oh, you'll know when you get to the scene, hurry up, hurry up, there's a lot of money there!" While joking, An Tiling pushed Wu Mo's back and pushed Wu Mo out of the door.

But not long after they went out, Elena saw a small silver head poke into the door all of a sudden, looking at her with a half-smile.

"Miss Antiling, did you forget something?" Elena asked suspiciously.

"unhappy?"

"No...no..."

"Then why don't you go to Wu Mo tonight?"

"Ah...ah?"

Before Elena understood what An Tiling meant, she saw Ling retract her head and disappeared at the door, leaving Elena alone there dumbfounded.

The group of people rushed to No. 144 Pulitzer Avenue without any delay.

He opened the gate and walked through the garden in front of the villa. Reynolds, accompanied by two guards guarding here, entered the villa.

These people did not wear police uniforms, and Wu Mo didn't know whether they were police officers or not.

After entering the door, they bumped into a young man wearing the red and white military uniform of the Holy Blood Empire and combing short flaxen hair. The young man didn't even look at Wu Mo and the others, but turned his eyes to After falling on Reynolds, he roared in a low voice.

"Reynolds, what are you doing here! Your problem has not been investigated, shouldn't you stay at home?"

"Come on Tours, you have been investigating for so many days, do you have any clues?" Reynolds confronted him.

"This has nothing to do with you, now, immediately, get out of here!!!"

hiss...

Wu Mo was speechless, what is the origin of this guy?Reynolds is already a colonel in the army. Although there are not many people in command, all of them are elites. This guy wants him to leave?

After hearing this, Reynolds laughed sarcastically instead.

"Why, I'll be away for two days, and you don't know who is in charge of the special handling department? How about we go out and have a fight? Let me tell you what you are?"

"You!!!" Tours' face flushed red, seeming very angry.

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

"Reynolds, you are currently under observation, and I will handle the matters of the special handling department!"

"Step aside!"

"Are you going to..."

The man named Tours could no longer speak, because Reynolds had already reached out and grabbed his collar and threw him out!

The speed was so fast that Wu Mo involuntarily held down An Tiling's small head, and the two of them bent down together, and then they felt something swish past the top of their heads.

"Hey, hey, Wu Mo, who are the people you know? Why are they as irritable as you..." Ling asked in a low voice.

"I'm grumpy?" Wu Mo felt as if he had heard something unbelievable, unbelievable.

"That's right!" Ling pouted unconvinced.

The Tours who was thrown out was not really thrown to the ground, but turned over deftly and stood there steadily. Immediately afterwards, he saw Reynolds leading someone into the house.

"Reynolds!!!"

Outside the door, there was an extremely unwilling and angry roar.

There were four or five people in the room. They stood there as if they wanted to stop Reynolds, but they didn't know whether to stop them, so they looked a little at a loss.

"Get out of the way, we don't mess with things, just come and have a look."

After the few people looked at each other, no one said anything, but quietly stood aside and made way, exposing everything inside to Wu Mo and the others.

Wu Mo was also slightly surprised when he saw it for the first time, because the smell of corruption and decay was just like what he saw in Elena's attic, it was almost the first time he came into contact with divinity. up...

The whole house seemed to have been soaked in water vapor for a long time and was uninhabited. There was a musty smell everywhere, and there was a choking decaying smell mixed with a lot of dust in the air.

The large-patterned Scheler green wallpaper that was specially laid in order to pursue the brightness of the room has also become dilapidated as the wall decays and falls off. It is not as bright as the beginning. Even the gas lamp lampshade on the wall is obviously copper The almost indestructible products combined with glass also become fragmented under the impact of this decay.

The round table started to grow hairs, the sofa started to mildew, the expensive wooden floor was strewn with large black spots, broken glass everywhere, broken metal and furniture everywhere...

"Normal decay will take at least several decades to become this almost uninhabited state. It cannot be completed overnight. Among the many gods, only two gods have such similar powers. Ability, one is festering wound, the other you know." Reynolds looked at Wu Mo.

Wu Mo nodded lightly, the other one is rotten disease, that kind of ability can rot everything in an instant, it is really terrifying.

"Miss An Tiling, what should I do next?" Reynolds turned around and asked the incredulous An Tiling.

"This..."

"Reynolds! What are you going to do!!!" That Tours interrupted Antiling's voice, and rushed in again.

"Investigate, didn't you see that I brought someone here?" Reynolds responded lightly.

"Investigation? It's me who is investigating here now! It's me!!!"

"But didn't you find out nothing? Leave him alone, Miss An Tiling, what should I do next?"

Reynolds had no intention of answering that Fowles at all, but instead looked expectantly at Antiling.

"I got his dead body over there."

"Impossible! You are a group of outsiders. I will never let you go and investigate, no matter what method you know!"

Now, not only Reynolds, but also Antiling and Wu Mo are bored with this guy who has been chattering since he came here. When Wu Mo is considering whether throwing this guy out again will cause any diplomatic disputes, But Ling Weiwei turned around and looked at him with a smile.

"It's psychic. In your mouth, this should be called psychic."

Everyone's expressions changed slightly. After they looked at each other, they looked at An Tiling in disbelief.

"I don't guarantee that it will be successful. After all, a god is involved. But I can try to detain his soul and ask where the money is and who killed him. Of course, if it is true If you ask where the money is, you have to give me my reward!"

Rubbing his little hands, An Tiling said with a smile.

(PS: Thank you for my Magician Invincible, for reading the blades of Little Pudding, thank you! Thank you Shuke 37401685572 for your six blades, thank you, thank you very much!)

Chapter 35 The Eight Desolations of Prisoner Demon Town

After leaving Sheriff Ronald, who had no resistance to divinity, below, the rest of the people went upstairs.

"Wu Mo, are you sure your little girlfriend can really be psychic?"

Stepping on the wooden stairs that were so rotten that they could fall down if they stepped on the air, Reynolds asked in front of Wu Mo.

"This kind of thing related to the soul, even the Deathrattlers can't figure it out, can this little girl really do it?" He couldn't help but raise a little bit and asked again without hearing Wu Mo's response.

"You'll know if you try it." Wu Mo replied helplessly.

To be honest, Wu Mo has never seen An Tiling use any kind of psychic method on these guys. What he saw the most was An Tiling's spirit descending technique, and the one that happened to him most was his family's As for the ancestors, the one who descended to fight in the outside world is the old man Bai. As for the others, Wu Mo has never seen them.

A group of people stopped answering, and seemed to have their own concerns. Even Tours, who had been against Reynolds since he came, didn't speak anymore, but followed behind with people, wondering What.

The situation on the second floor is a bit different from the first floor.

The scene that fell into the eyes of everyone was not only decayed, but also various large and small wounds.

On the wall, on the door, on the lamp, on the wood, on the metal, on the glass, all kinds of deep scars that seem to be scratched by claws, or scratched by sharp blades are all over the entire space, and the faint blood, from Those scars slowly seeped out.

"The symbol of the festering wound will only become like this after the ravages of their God's Chosen." Reynolds looked serious.

"Is it this way?"

An Tiling didn't feel anything about this kind of scene, and asked at a door that was concealed.

"Yes." Reynolds nodded, and then he saw Antiling reached out and pressed the door panel, trying to open the door.

"I warn you, Reynolds, if you destroy the scene and find nothing, no one will be able to save you!" Tours lowered his voice and growled there.

"You don't need to remind me, Miss An Tiling, let's start."

It was only when An Tiling pushed open the door that Wu Mo realized that this was a study.

It's just that the decay and dilapidation outside is completely incomparable with the inside. Not only are the various furniture and books inside rotten, but the remains of mechanical life forms that have been dismantled on the ground are covered with all kinds of yellow slime. This kind of thing looks like some kind of grease, and it looks like a pustule with festering wounds. It looks extremely disgusting, and this is not the most disgusting thing, the most disgusting thing is that kind of thing like pustules spread all over the study There are everywhere in it, and some are still rising and falling regularly, as if some new life is conceived in it...

"It's so miserable..."

Looking at the dismembered lump, Ling sighed softly. The little feet in black boots probed the door of the room several times before finding a place that was not so wet and not so sticky, and came to the center of the room. Looking at the remains in front of her.

Except for those who seemed to be subordinates standing in the corridor waiting, the others followed into the room without paying attention to what was going on inside.

"Start?" Reynolds suggested.

Ling glanced back at everyone and nodded slightly, then closed his eyes.

Everyone looked at her curiously, wanting to see what Ling was going to do, but she lifted her foot and stepped forward lightly.

Accompanied by a soft sound of "da", a golden halo like substance unfolded from in front of her, and then was firmly locked within a range of one meter in front of her!

Faced with such a strange scene, everyone stood up straight at once, and their gazes at Ling's back became solemn and serious.

Even Wu Mo couldn't help turning on the crimson mode of his helmet, and looked at An Tiling in front of him.

In the past, he couldn't see the electronic ghost in this world, and he didn't know what it was. Now that he saw An Tiling, he wanted to have a psychic, so he turned on the crimson mode, wanting to see what he could do in his current state. Electronic ghosts of this world cannot be seen.

Then Wu Mo saw An Tiling raised one of his hands, with five fingers spread, facing the remains in front of him.

"Put the Eight Immortals on the table and entertain the sixteen parties..." The clear and pleasant voice slowly spit out from her mouth.

Wu Mo was stunned when he heard it, and when he was feeling kind to this down-to-earth way of speaking, he saw countless golden threads suddenly blooming on Ling's hand at this moment, and then extended in all directions. Go, but it only extended more than half a meter, and then disappeared into the air, completely invisible.

This is...

Wu Mo stretched out his hand curiously, wanting to see if he could touch the golden thread in her hand in this state from such a long distance.

But An Tiling's second sentence sounded immediately, interrupting Wu Mo's hand that wanted to touch the golden silk thread.

"The way of heaven has changed hands, the new master must not dare to proclaim!"

Following An Tiling's second sentence, an irregular distortion occurred in the space at the scene, and then a figure that could not be regarded as a human figure stood there abruptly, appearing behind An Tiling...

It was a thing woven of decayed mechanical gold metal tubes and human blood vessels. The upper part of the whole body barely wove a human-shaped outline, but the lower part turned into tentacles wandering freely. Brain, no heart, no ribs, and nothing that belongs to humans, just such a thing that looks very human, floating in the room so quietly...

That thing leaned down slightly in the direction where Ling was, and at the same time its arms made of blood vessels and metal pipes spread out, wrapping around An Tiling's arms, spreading towards An Tiling's palm until it touched An Tiling's body. Tiling's open palm was completely wrapped up, wrapped into a huge arm that was mixed with flesh and machinery, but there were bloodshots like tentacles that swayed gently in the air, and appeared in front of Wu Mo...

"Ling!" Wu Mo looked at the vision in front of him and shouted anxiously, at the same time, he stepped forward, trying to tear that thing off An Tiling's body!

But An Tiling didn't seem to hear Wu Mo's call at all, but opened his mouth to read the third sentence!

"Gods can come, and people can go, so don't make a fuss about demons and spirits,"

With a sudden "buzz", Wu Mo's ears rang violently for a moment, what...can't hear anything!

The strong tinnitus accompanied by the uncontrollable dizziness caused Wu Mo's figure to sway slightly. In Wu Mo's peripheral vision, the thing lying on An Tiling's body arched its body and raised it to a full height. Two meters later, he stretched his neck and twisted his head. At this moment, the human-shaped head was elongated and distorted, turning into the shape of a beast with fangs, and opened a pair of blue eyes. , and then opened that huge mouth towards Antiling's small head...

"What are you!!!"

Wu Mo raised his hand and pulled out the double-barreled shotgun from his arms. Before everyone could react, he fired two shots at the phantom!

"Boom!"

The sudden sound of gunfire shook everyone's spirits, and everyone looked at Wu Mo in surprise, not knowing what happened to Wu Mo.

But Wu Mo stared blankly as his bullet passed through the figure of that thing, hit the wall behind it and splashed two sparks.

Two gunshots immediately attracted that thing's attention, and that thing's head slowly turned to Wu Mo, staring at him with those blue eyes without blinking...

What the... what the hell is this?

Wu Mo felt his teeth chattering, and at the same time kept asking himself repeatedly, is that something that really exists?Or projection?Or is my helmet hacked again?

But at this moment, he couldn't get any answer at all. The monster entrenched on Antiling's body seemed to have discovered some treasure, and a pair of blue eyes shone with a light called excitement, and then Wu Mo saw it Towards the direction where it was, slowly stretched out its body, like a snake...

The violent gunshots made An Tiling's mood fluctuate. It's not that she couldn't hear the voices outside, but once this dangerous spirit summoning ceremony started, she couldn't stop, otherwise she didn't know what would be summoned. !

But now that she heard Wu Mo's gunshots, she couldn't care less. Instead, she speeded up and read the last few sentences.

"The little girl is young and inexperienced,"

"Everyone who comes is a guest,"

"The prisoner..."

"Town! Eight! Desolation!!!"