Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

  Chapter 27 The Terrorist Forbidden Zone I Don't Know Exist

   Song Zongwu wrapped his extra arms around his chest, and his clothes were looser, so he didn't pay much attention when running along the eaves of the building.

   But Ren Qing, who was caught, was slightly embarrassed, neither moving nor moving.

  Song Zong came to Sibuzhai in a few moments.

  Ren Qing saw that he wanted to step in directly, so he couldn't help but said, "Senior Song, I won't go."

   "There are hundreds of rooms in Sibuzhai. Since we want to confirm the situation, should I find them one by one?"

  Song Zongwu glanced at Ren Qing, just about to say something, but saw the other party covering his head, looking very painful.

"What's wrong?"

  Ren Qing's memory began to blur, the number of fire workers on Hexing Street decreased again, and the interval was getting shorter and shorter for some reason.

   Song Zongwu also noticed.

   His body exuded a dangerous aura, and his eyes turned from blood red to orange red, as if resisting the inexplicable power of tampering with memory.

   But Song Zong did not find the maintenance technique that must be maintained at all times, so he simply chose to draw a few words on the skin with his fingernails to remind himself.

  Ren Qing saw that he was so ruthless, so he had to take out a knife and write on his arm, otherwise it would be hard to explain why a monk in the warrior realm was immune.

   "Senior Song, is it the function of some kind of strange object, or a restricted area?"

   "Notify the rest of the jailers first, and have a look inside."

  Song Zongwu took out a green heart that seemed to be alive, squeezed it hard, and the heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

  Ren Qing twitched the corners of his mouth. Could it be that this is an underworld instrument used for communication?

   "There are thirty-six blood hearts in total, and all holders within a certain range can..."

   Song Zong had nothing to say, and the two suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the memory of the last fire worker began to blur again.

"That's too late!!"

  Ren Qing was a little nervous. Although he didn't directly draw out the Damiao knife, he held the handle tightly with his right hand, ready to unsheath it at any time.

   "Come with me."

  Song Zongwu grabbed Ren Qing's collar, then smashed through the wooden door and rushed into it. The latter quickly followed the route.

   It only took about ten breaths, and after smashing several walls, they reached the position of the confinement firemen.

   Song Zong kicked the door open with his useless feet, and then walked straight in.

   They noticed a fireman in his early twenties squatting in the corner, constantly saying don't kill me.

   Maybe it’s because after his companion was erased, his memory changed drastically, and his spirit became a little trance.

  Ren Qing was deeply embarrassed. Obviously, these firemen were acting normally more than half an hour ago, but now they may disappear at any time.

  Although the fire engineer didn't seem to be conscious, Song Zongwu still asked without giving up: "Did you go to the restricted area, how many people are still alive?"

   "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

  Song Zongwu stepped forward, stretched out his two hands to grab the fireman's head, and stared at the other's eyes.

   "I told you to answer."

   "Does it have anything to do with the restricted area?"

  The fire worker seemed to have regained some consciousness, opened his mouth and replied weakly: "Yes..."

   He immediately vomited blood, his internal organs began to collapse, and his breath weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   Song Zongwu did not continue to ask questions, but tried to stabilize the fire worker's injury.

  Too bad.

   Song Zong couldn't help but said to himself: "We should have forgotten one thing, I am afraid that we have found a restricted area somewhere."

   "At that time, jailers and yamen were dispatched to deal with it, but as they stepped into the restricted area, all our related memories were erased."

   Usually the firemen will not enter the restricted area, but they are still affected, and even they disappear silently.

  Ren Qing frowned and asked, "Senior Song, why did the fire workers return to Sanxiang City? Could it be that the jailer was used to pass the news?"

"not sure."

   Song Zongwu continued: "But the restricted area itself cannot be moved, so it is difficult to affect Sanxiang City, which is far apart."

  Song Zong looked at Ren Qing with complicated eyes.

   There are so many people in the yamen, but Ren Qing found out that something was wrong, and it was by no means a coincidence that could explain it.

   At this moment, the blood spit on the ground by the fireman turned into ashes slowly, leaving no trace at the end.

   This situation gradually spread to the body of the fire worker, starting from the toes of both feet, and even the cloth shoes were turned into ashes.

  Song Zong said without a deep voice: "You must find out the location of the restricted area, otherwise the hidden danger will be too great."

  Ren Qing didn't know what to say.

  The forbidden area is formed by the strange things after the monks die, but to fight against the forbidden area, you have to rely on the monks, so you are caught in an infinite loop of death.

  Song Zong's useless index finger pointed on the fire worker's eyebrows, and muttered to himself: "Yichou year, Jimao month, Kuichou day, Renzi time..."

   "I found it, Zuomu San!!"

   His six blood eyes were tightly closed, and suddenly the blood eye in the lower left corner opened alone, and was twice as large as usual.

  The fireman trembled for no reason, especially his five senses had blood oozing out, and his breathing became extremely heavy.

  Song Zongwu said to Ren Qing: "I want to check the memory in his soul, and immediately interrupt me if something goes wrong."

  Ren Qing just wanted to ask, Song Zongwu had already pulled out a slap-sized human-shaped phantom from the center of the fire worker's forehead.

   Song Zongwu touched the phantom with his open eyes, and used the six-eye-breaking method to directly obtain his memory.

  Ren Qing didn't have much concern when he saw this.

  Although the more strange things swallowed in the restricted area, the more terrifying the ability displayed, but if you want to affect Sanxiang City…

  Pyromancer's body corpse opened his eyes, and then stood up in a twisted motion.

  Ren Qing took a few steps back and looked at a safer distance.

   is wrong.

The means of    that restricted area did not reach the level of remotely erasing the memories of tens of thousands of people. It deliberately put the fire workers back in Sanxiang City.

   So it's not the memory that the jailer stepped into the restricted area and was erased, but the situation that only appeared when the fire workers from Hexing Street returned to Sanxiang City.

  The ghost knows how many strange things have been swallowed up in this restricted area, so that he can control the firemen who become puppets from far away.

   The flesh and blood on the puppet's body collapsed and aggregated little by little, making its body more deformed, like a mess of mud.

   But Ren Qing didn't feel the threat of the puppet, even ordinary people.

   But he didn't let up at all, the heavy pupils in his eyes began to turn, and his eyes locked on the puppet and moved around.

The    nerve foot meridian was not used. After all, when he couldn't retract it freely, he would only be disadvantaged in such a narrow place.

   At this time, the puppet crawled towards Song Zongwu at a slow speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

  Ren Qing couldn't help but wonder, why does it feel that the rain is heavy and the rain is small, the means of the restricted area can't be so simple, right?

   (end of this chapter)