living in the world of reincarnation

Chapter 420 find
"Big boy."

As soon as the warehouse door was opened, the staff stood there tremblingly, unwilling to take another step.

The cold and turbid air rushed towards his face, making him shiver involuntarily.

"This place is a bit evil, I won't follow you in"

Zhao Ziyu saw that he was really unwilling to follow and did not force him, so he waved his hand and said, "Wait for us outside."

The Zhao family's warehouse located on the ground floor of the Town God's Temple has a total area of ​​about [-] square meters. With the lights on, countless tall shelves extend to the end of the line of sight.

In addition to the sidewalk entering from the shopping mall, there are relatively wide roadways and elevators in the other four directions of the warehouse. It should be busy during working days.

"Except for being a little cold, there seems to be nothing unusual." Zhao Ziyu said to himself.

But Mu Lan straightened her body and looked serious. As soon as she entered the warehouse, she felt a strong magical atmosphere and an indescribable sense of danger.

"Could the murderer be hiding here?" Zhao Ziyu thought while walking deep into the warehouse.

Mu Lan patted him on the shoulder, signaling the other direction.

"There's something here."

Walking towards a corner of the warehouse along the magic breath, Mu Lan bypassed the dense shelves, and then saw a strange mark on the ground.

"A black line." Zhao Ziyu asked, "What is it?"

This line is not a straight line. At the corner of the roughly square warehouse, Mu Lan looked carefully, and there were two other straight lines crossing from the center of the warehouse.

Mu Lan bent down and touched the black lines. The lines were very thin, and they were very inconspicuous in the dimly lit underground warehouse. If it wasn't for the magical breath, she would hardly notice it.

What's more, I don't know what kind of brush was used to draw the line, and it can't be wiped off even if it is rubbed hard. Mu Lan followed the line to find it, and finally circled a small half circle around the warehouse, only to find out that it was a huge circle.

Observing these weird lines on the warehouse floor with the naked eye will not be clear, so the irregular triangles are repeatedly nested and connected to each other, and the outer periphery is a big circle, but Mu Lan can see different perspectives through mental power, which is more intuitive.

"It's a seven-pointed star." Mu Lan explained: "This is a magic circle, a huge magic circle."

"Magic circle!" Zhao Ziyu said in surprise, "A magic circle with an area of ​​thousands of square meters, what does this necromancer want to do?"

But Mu Lan didn't continue to answer his doubts, but led him to a row of cold storage.

"I found Zhao Hongxuan." Mu Lan withdrew the mental power she had emitted.

Some of them are refrigerators, which store fruits and vegetables, and some are freezers, which are full of meat. The door of one of the refrigerators is locked. Through her mental power, Mu Lan found Zhao Hongxuan trembling inside. There are two other people, a man and a woman.

Mu Lan and Zhao Ziyu didn't say anything about the rules, and directly removed the door lock violently. It turned out that the gap in the door was frozen so hard that it was difficult to open even without the lock.

Zhao Ziyu raised his energy and concentrated his energy, blasting the door open with his strength, and a gust of icy air came out instantly. He waved his hand to disperse the fog, took a closer look, and then laughed out loud.

Zhao Hongxuan's hands and feet were handcuffed, and his whole body was suspended in the refrigerator by chains, like a door of bacon.

He left only a single shirt, his face was blue, and the stubble on his chin had condensed into a piece of white frost. The long-term low temperature environment made him almost lose his self-awareness, but the moment he saw Zhao Ziyu in front of him, his eyes widened , The mouth sealed with black tape tried hard to make a sound.

Behind him was the logistics manager, who was even more excited than Zhao Hongxuan at this time, and was swinging his body around with all his strength.

Behind the two of them was the bodyguard of the unlucky ghost. The three of them stood side by side in a row, struggling hard in the air, which made Zhao Ziyu amused.

"Isn't this Mr. Zhao?" Zhao Ziyu walked forward with a smile, patted Zhao Hongxuan's chest, and teased, "What kind of SM are you hiding here? What kind of new game is this, binding Paly at low temperature?"

"People in the city still know how to play." Zhao Ziyu glanced at Zhao Hongxuan's lover, and found that she couldn't tell what she looked like. She was frozen beyond recognition. It should be that the makeup was worn out before she came in, and she looked a little scary.

Although he was sarcastic, Zhao Ziyu still felt their pulses one by one, then looked back at Mu Lan and said: "Hypothermia, but the consciousness is still clear."

Mu Lan nodded, and then observed the furnishings in the refrigerator. It was supposed to be a storage place, but it was transformed into a workshop. There were many bottles and jars stacked on the table, which contained disgusting The red slime, as well as some bone fragments, were all drilled out and strung together. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the skull placed in the middle of the table, staring at her with empty eye sockets.

"I didn't kill these three people." Zhao Ziyu thought as he looked at the twisted Zhao Hongxuan hanging in the air.

"For a necromancer, the living may be more useful than the dead." Mu Lan recalled the information she had learned in the main god's space. The profession of a necromancer can not only manipulate corpses, but also extract human souls for her own use. , this kind of thing is invisible and qualityless, and it is more threatening than the army of dead bodies in solid form.

Looking at the liquid in those bottles and jars, Mu Lan continued: "The necromancer needs to use the magic circle to complete the sacrifice ceremony. Judging from the huge graphics in the warehouse, he has great ambitions."

After Mu Lan finished speaking, she pointed to the top with her finger, "What is the top corresponding to the underground warehouse?"

Zhao Ziyu raised his head abruptly, and said, "The top is the Town God's Temple. Specifically, it is the core square of the Town God's Temple."

During the Spring Festival, the Town God’s Temple Fair holds a grand temple fair, and the commercial streets extending in all directions converge to the central square, which is the busiest place on the day of the temple fair, where countless people gather.

"Oh my God!" Zhao Ziyu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "His goal is to launch a magic circle at the temple fair, and then extract a steady stream of human souls!"

"But the strange thing is..." Mu Lan thought about it. This necromancer has been tossing around in the real world for a long time, kidnapping innocent people continuously. Isn't he afraid of attracting the attention of all parties.

If she really wanted to accomplish this ultimate goal, if it was Mu Lan herself, she would definitely make a plan and then act, and would not stir up trouble and show her flaws.

While thinking, Mu Lan was suddenly startled and quickly pulled Zhao Ziyu out of the cold storage, only to find that the entire underground warehouse was filled with thick black mist.

A rotten smell came, and Mu Lan couldn't help covering her mouth and nose, and then stretched out her mental strength to be on guard.

The cyan light was looming, and a slender black shadow was hidden in the black mist, slowly approaching the two of them.

Zhao Ziyu drew out his long sword, and Mu Lan also gathered his spiritual power. The two looked around vigilantly, and found that more cyan lights were lit up.

The black fog made the visibility of the underground warehouse poor, and the chandelier on the top went out for a brief moment. Then, all the light sources disappeared, and there was a dead silence in the field.

(End of this chapter)