From Prisoner to Si Chen

After some introduction and conversation, the other party temporarily accepted Gilan.

Among the five people, only the mustached writer was not familiar to him.

It turned out that this man's name was Moses Rosen. According to his own words, he came to Peel City this time mainly to relax and collect information, but he did not expect that he encountered such a strange and terrifying thing.

"Let's go down and have a look."

Writer Moses and Gillan chatted briefly, then pointed to the entrance to the bunker in the tent.

Everyone nodded.

Cullin and Junior turned to look at Gillan, their expressions and eyes seemed to say, let him go ahead.

Ji Lan smiled lightly and said nothing.

Following his gaze, Weiwei flew to the entrance of the bunker and quickly returned, whispering to him for safety.

Only then did Gilan take a step forward, get directly into the entrance of the air defense bunker, and climb down the metal horizontal bars stairs.

With him leading the way, the other five followed one after another.

The stairs are very long, at least ten meters.

When he reached the bottom, Gillan stepped on a metal grid-like ground. Through the gaps, you can still see some pipes below.

Small lamps were installed every meter on the baseboards of the surrounding walls, emitting a faint yellow light that barely illuminated the aisle.

After everyone landed smoothly and looked at each other, Gilan continued to clear the way ahead.

But not long after walking along the corridor, everyone found some corpses lying on the ground or sitting against the walls.

These corpses were wearing blue and black military uniforms with an "M" on their chests, representing the "Munich Reich" badge. But the head of the corpse was missing. Judging from the uneven scars on the neck, it must have been sawed off artificially.

Everyone looked stern when they saw this.

No one spoke, they just silently walked past the headless corpse and continued walking forward.

Guillen pretended to inspect, stooping down to touch a corpse. His fingers suddenly emitted a colorful light, and the corpse quickly decayed, collapsed, and finally turned into dust.

The color number "0" in the corner of his sight jumped and turned into "1".

'Can be corrupt...'

Ji Lan secretly thought.

However, his behavior and the disappearance of the body did not attract the attention of these plot characters. There seems to be some invisible corrective force that everyone subconsciously ignores.

Gillan put all the corpses along the way to decay.

The mystery point came to "8".

Everyone was marching along, and soon, there was some faint movement in front of them. It was the roar of an old male voice, which seemed to be angry and confused.

"My head! Where did the eight heads go?!"

Passing the corner, an old man in ragged clothes was kneeling on the ground, roaring hysterically.

He was holding a blood-stained hacksaw in his right hand, and in front of him was a corpse that looked like it had just been killed. The head was held in his left hand. A bloody and torn sack lay open beside him, but it was empty.

Ji Lan recognized this man, it was the old beggar who collected heads.

Judging from the other party's reaction, it was probably his act of rotting corpses along the way that caused the heads that were originally part of the body to disappear.

"Did you see those heads?"

The old beggar turned to look at everyone with a ferocious expression.

"The heads I finally collected are gone! Did you steal them?!"

He stood up, making everyone take a step back in fear.

Kulin pointed his gun at the old beggar and shouted sternly:

"Who are you? What are you doing here?!"

"The heads I worked so hard to collect... are just a little bit close, just a little bit close. I can arrange a ceremony and protect my village from the moonlight!"

The old beggar roared angrily.

"It's all your fault!"

"And you! Do you think I can't see that you are a lackey of the empire without wearing a military uniform? You damn guys drove the villagers of Oldrav Village to the old Pil concentration camp to do some inhumane secret research!"

"Go to hell you!"

The old beggar suddenly raised his hand.

At the same time, veteran Kulin instinctively pulled the trigger.

boom!

A dazzling spark burst out from the old beggar's feet.

Astonishingly, it was Kulin's gun-holding hands that were inexplicably pushed down by an invisible force, causing him to miss his position!

Snapped.

The old beggar pinched his fingers and clenched his fist.

Kulin screamed, his hands and feet seemed to be locked by invisible shackles, they came together instantly, and then fell to his knees.

He seemed to be suffering some kind of painful torture, letting out blood-curdling screams and rolling on the ground.

The two women exclaimed.

Without saying a word, the blond boxer Junior rushed straight towards the old beggar and punched him in the head.

The old beggar snorted coldly, and his eyes instantly turned into unconscious confusion, as if he had entered some special state.

Immediately, he raised his skinny arm and easily received the punch from the burly boxer.

Bang! !

The wind is blowing.

The old beggar gave Junior a backhand punch, hitting Junior's abdomen quickly, making a muffled sound.

"Ugh!" Junior, who was strong and sturdy, bowed his body and vomited out stomach water, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

He didn't expect that this frail old man would be even more powerful than the top boxers he had ever encountered.

Gillan saw it clearly.

The old beggar didn't know what he had done, but he suddenly gained master-level physical fitness.

With a cold face, he drew his gun and pulled the trigger on the old beggar. At the same time, he flicked the hammer with his left hand.

Bang bang!

Two gunshots were fired.

Six bullets were fired at the old beggar.

Jingle bell!

The old beggar seemed to have predicted the ballistic trajectory in advance. He turned to one side and dodged with his head tilted, and sparks shot out from the railings at his feet and behind him. However, even so, there were two blood flowers blooming on his chest and right leg.

The old beggar was shot, but he didn't say a word, his blank expression remained.

He punched out quickly with both arms, and with a few puffs, he hit the blond man in front of him continuously, causing him to fall to the ground seriously injured.

Immediately, he raised his hand towards Jilan again and clenched his fists with his five fingers.

Buzz!

Ji Lan suddenly rushed towards the old beggar.

Almost at the same time, he felt that he was enveloped by a mysterious force, and his hands and feet seemed to be bound by invisible shackles and were forced together.

Bang!

Ji Lan lost his balance and fell forward. Immediately afterwards, a heartbreaking pain came from the inside out and penetrated Tianling.

His expression changed and his facial muscles twitched.

However, due to the beating of the "Twelve Thorns" day and night in the "Iron Thorn Meditation Method", Gillan's tolerance to pain was quite high. He gritted his teeth without making a sound and remained awake.

It was a completely different reaction from the veteran Kulin who was roaring and writhing in pain.

Gillan even grinned and said hoarsely:

"This can't hold me back!"

The mark of the kingdom deep in his heart, the cross sword bonfire rose up into flames with difficulty.

The muscles in both hands tightened and they pulled out hard.

Buzz! !

The invisible shackles seemed to be forcibly broken away. With a flicker of his hand, Jilan's hand appeared, and a ferocious ax appeared, which he held upside down in his palm.

Bang!

Ji Lan stood up, walked over to the old beggar, raised his ax and dropped it!

The afterimage flashed and there was a click.

A head with a wrinkled face and a still blank expression rolled down with a line of blood!