Chapter 817

At the edge of a pond, Shen Lang suddenly heard the noise from the front, and immediately hid behind a tile house, carefully looking forward.

Hua Ziling is also hiding behind the house.

I saw three men in strange robes talking at the edge of the pond.

When Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and eyes, these people dressed a little like monks in Thailand. From time to time, a large red fog flew out of their cuffs.

It is these three people who instigate blood poisoning!

But none of the three are martial arts practitioners, just ordinary people.

Shen Lang vaguely remembers that in Southeast Asia, especially in Thailand, there is a very secretive headmaster organization, which gathers a large number of headmasters.

When Shen Lang was still a killer of Longteng, he had heard about the organization of the decapitation division. But the organization's actions have always been extremely secretive, and Shen Lang doesn't know what they are doing.

It's no wonder that Shen Lang felt this kind of move was very similar to head lowering technique before. Nine out of ten of the three are the rumored head lowering masters.

Blood Gu, in fact, is one of the most advanced head lowering techniques.

Listen carefully. The three of them speak Thai.

Shen Lang only knows Thai a little. He can understand what they are talking about a little. It sounds like I'm looking for something in this village.

Among the three, the leader was dressed in a red monk's robe, and his voice seemed to be higher than that of the other two.

Probably know each other's purpose, Shen Lang is also too lazy to listen, right hand shake.

"Whew!"

Two willow leaf throwing knives shot out, "Pooh" two times, through the throats of two Thais.

They were killed immediately and fell in a pool of blood.

The Thai monk in the red robe was startled when he saw this. His eyes were alert and he stared around, his mouth was chirping.

Shen Lang's eyes were bleak and he strode across.

The Thai monk's face changed a lot, his mouth was full of words, and a large red fog came towards the sinking waves.

As soon as the vigorous Qi of the Shen wave body protector comes out, the red mist near it becomes flying ash, and countless red small insect bodies fall to the ground.

The headmaster was sweating, his hands rolled, and a great deal of red fog rushed towards the waves.

When the waves were lifted, a large number of strong winds swept over the headmaster.

"Boom!"

With a scream, the man flew seven or eight meters away and fell into the mud, unable to climb.

Shen Lang rushes forward and grabs his collar.

The headmaster was scared out of his wits and cried out in a less skilled Chinese language: "Rao Spare my life! "

Shen Lang eyebrows a pick, since the other party can speak Chinese, then the matter is simple.

"What are you looking for in this village?" Shen Lang asked.

"Here..." The headmaster faltered and didn't dare to say it.

"Tell me, or I'll kill you!" Shen Lang grabbed the man by the neck and asked coldly.

"I said I said!" The headmaster was so frightened that he had to explain everything.

It turns out that they really came from the headmaster organization in Thailand. Its name is Illuminati.

The three Thai decapitated divisions are all cadres of the Illuminati. This guy in red monk's robe is also a senior cadre. His name is Shanda.

The main purpose of their coming to Qingwan town is to find the relics left by the founders of the Illuminati.

As a matter of fact, the Illuminati has been checking this relic for many years.

Because there is too little information left, it is difficult to obtain evidence of where the relics are in China.

After years of research, the Illuminati finally locked its location in Qingwan town at the foot of Kunlun Mountain in China.

Shanda received an internal notice from the Illuminati a few days ago and personally brought people to Qingwan town to look for relics.

As for demagogues and murders in Qingwan village, these three headmaster's actions are totally incidental. They let the blood demagogues eat people and raise demagogues by the way.

"What is the relic you are looking for?" Asked Shen Lang.

"I I can't betray my ancestors, no Otherwise you will be cursed! I can't say you killed me! " Shanda was terrified and trembled, but refused to say it.

When he saw the man dead, he would not say, "Shen Lang, with a gloomy face, took out a jade box from the storage bag.".

When the jade box was opened, there was a dry fried rectangle in it, which was dark red, like the bark of a dead tree.

Shen Lang fills the jade box with water.

The dry fried rectangular object swelled in the water and turned into a red worm the size of chalk.

The red insect quickly wriggled in the water, and soon straightened up, grinning and making a "hissing" scream.

"Devouring spirit gu!" Flower purple spirit sees that red bug, pretty face by the way change color, in the heart shiver.

It's unimaginable that Shen Lang still has this poisonous insect.

Hua Ziling is glad that Shen Lang is not that kind of ruthless person again. If he is attacked by Shen Lang, it really means that he shouldn't be called "the devil" every day.

Shen Lang bites his finger and drops a drop of blood, which is absorbed by the poisonous insects. He randomly throws them into Shanda's mouth.

This guy killed so many Chinese people in Qingwan village. It's not enough! Before he died, Shen Lang wanted to press for information about the relic.

"Ah!!!"

Under the destruction of the insects, Shanda shouts with her head in her arms, and her voice is extremely miserable.

His head was like a crack, and his hands and feet twitched as he screamed.

Shanda can't stand such cruel pain. Finally, she explains everything.

It turns out that the relic of the founder of Guangming society is actually a piece of paper called "falling spirit talisman", which has been enshrined in the ancestral hall of Qingwan village.

Shen Lang's heart moved. The Illuminati would try their best to find the rune paper, indicating that it should not be a normal Rune paper.

After asking about some key things, Shen Lang let the spirit eating Gu send Shanda to the West.

"Ancestral hall of Qingwan village?" Shen Lang looked around and fixed his eyes on a small temple near the village, just across the river.

Originally, these three head drop masters were going to take talismans after raising blood Gu. Unexpectedly, they encountered a wave in the middle.

Shen Lang uses his lightness skill to cross the river and head for the ancestral hall beside the village.

Hua Ziling felt bored. She didn't know why Shen Lang was interested in such trivial things.

Anyway, she's free now, and she's following.

The ancestral hall is decorated in a modern way, and the gate of the iron gate is locked.

Shen Lang directly wields his palms, smashes the iron gate into pieces and strides into the ancestral hall.

The smell of burning is very strong. In the center of the ancestral hall, there are several memorial tablets of ancestors of Qingwan village, several incense burners, tribute fruits and so on.

After checking around, there is no place to hide things.

After a walk, Shen Lang fixed his eyes on the memorial tablets of the ancestors of Qingwan village in the center of the ancestral hall.

Shen Lang had no intention of offending. He took it lightly and flipped over several ancestral tablets to have a look.

Sure enough, a piece of yellow Rune paper was pasted on the back of one of the memorial tablets. The style was ancient and clumsy.

At first glance, it's just an old, moldy yellow paper, but Shen Lang feels a strange smell.