Mixed Miners

"Where are the people who died here?" Yang Ling asked.

Carlos shrugged. "It's all cremated. There is a big pit in front. I will take you there to see!"

So Carlos and the three soldiers opened the road ahead. A group of people, such as Yang Ling, followed behind and walked less than 500 meters. As a result, a large pit of gold sands appeared in front of them. The water in the bunker had dried up. Leaving a pile of burnt wood and dark sand, some bodies that have not been completely burned are still half buried in the ashes, washed by the rain, revealing numerous black lacquered bones, which looks shocking.

Yang Ling let go of the thoughts, and did not feel the existence of the blue things from the bones of the big pit. One might be burned, the other might be running, and the possibility of running was 90%, because the possibility that a spiritual creature is burned by an ordinary fire is almost zero.

And run, where can these things go?

Yang Ling’s scanning range continued to magnify, covering thousands of kilometers around him. After a moment, he said: “General Carlos, there seems to be an abandoned town in front of you. Isn’t it clear?”

Carlos looked at Yang Ling with some surprise. Then he took a folded crumpled map from his pocket and looked at it. "Yes, there are indeed a small town called Santa Kluane in front of a few kilometers. It’s those damn. The places where gold diggers and poachers gathered, but after the outbreak of the epidemic, we used patrols several times with helicopters, as if everyone was running out!"

"Go, go see!"

Then a group of people drilled into the speeding car again. A few minutes later, a small town hidden in a large, wilted forest appeared in front of everyone.

The town is not small, a pitted street, both sides are made of rough logs, the roof is covered with felt or plastic tarpaulin of various colors, and there is an asbestos ditch, the whole town is full of It’s a simple and rough atmosphere, because it’s close to the border of the Three Kingdoms. The epidemic should be very lively before the outbreak. A large number of guerrillas, drug dealers, gangsters, gold diggers, poachers, etc. will gather here, but now it’s quiet. Terrible, no one can see, even an ant on the ground can't see.

"We didn't bring safety protective clothing today. Everyone just look outside. Let's take a closer look after tomorrow." After standing far away from the town, Carlos and the three soldiers squatted. I don't want to go any further.

Yang Ling walked to a house like he did not hear, and Ding Cong and a group of people did not hesitate to keep up, while walking and laughing and laughing.

"General Carlos, you are waiting outside, don't go far, we will come out soon!" Gong Quansheng said, turning to the head and telling Zhao Fanlong, "Protect them!"

Zhao Fanlong was very dissatisfied and muttered: "Why me?"

Gong Quansheng glanced at the eye: "Isn't you still me, this is the order!"

"Yes~!" Zhao Fanlong touched his heel with a powerlessness, and then looked at the big belly general with a sorrowful grief. The lazy buttocks sat on a large saw stump.

There is a faint smell of odor in the air, which is similar to the smell of the liquid from the zombies in the past few days.

Yang Ling’s knowledge has long shrouded the entire town. Every brick and tile can be seen clearly. Some rooms still have corpses, but what makes him strange is that these people have died for more than a year. They have not rotted, except that the skin becomes grayish, it looks like ordinary people, even the skin does not become dry.

"Oh yeah~"

Yang Ling’s hand swayed gently, and a faint aura twitched. The wooden door was pushed open. The room was very dark, but for Yang Ling and Ding Cong, they had no influence at all. They are not only oversight, even in the dark. It’s clear, and they don’t have to look at it now.

"The beans go in and get out the body inside!" Yang Ling said subconsciously with his nose.

"I rely on, is Mao is me?" Dou Yuntao jumped up with a white eye.

Yu Qiang: "You are the fattest!"

Chu Yuan: "You eat the most!"

Dou Yuntao forked Yu Qiang's neck: "Fat your uncle, what happened to Lao Tzu? Eat your home's drink!"

"A fart, go!" Ding Cong's foot was on the **** of Dou Yuntao's ass, and he slammed into it. Dou Yuntao rolled in. In the eyes of everyone, he squatted directly on a body and almost came to his mouth.

"Vo~~"

Dou Yuntao almost sprayed the big lobster that he had eaten a few days ago. With a wave of his hand, the body in the room flew out of the gate, and then the man rushed out. "I am fighting with you!"

However, in the air, I saw three guys who screamed and smirked, and Dou Yuntao immediately wilted.

The body slammed into the ground and placed in a very distorted position. Carlos and the three soldiers who stood in the distance and saw this situation couldn’t help but stop. The Chinese were simply terrible. No, now who dares to touch these dead people, the legend will die when you touch it.

Yang Ling felt his finger on a corpse and then smiled and said: "All retreat, I will show you a magic!"

Ding Cong came to an interest a few times, and then stepped back to reveal a gap. Yang Ling immediately put a lot of aura into the body. After a few seconds, I saw that the body that had not known how long it had died was actually hands and feet. I began to twitch, my neck twisted and twisted, and then the blue-gray liquid began to squirt in the nose and mouth, and then the jitter became more and more powerful, just like a person is constantly struggling.

"Call~"

The body suddenly sat up and his eyes opened, revealing a pair of cyan eyes without pupils.

"The trough ~ ~" several goods are scared to go back a few steps.

At this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yang Ling immediately cut off the input of Aura, and immediately saw the dense gray silk thread from the skin of the body, just like the female ghost hair in the horror film, and then twisted into a stock of hemp The rope rolled up and rushed over to Yangling.

Yang Ling’s body slammed and then withdrew seven or eight meters away.

This wild mountain is not in the laboratory, Yang Ling can safely and boldly experiment with his thoughts.

With Yang Ling's retreat, these hemp-like things will grow out after about four or five meters, and like the loss of the goal, they begin to swing around without aim, as if they are roots, and like countless The tentacle, after half a minute, spread out into a dense silk thread floating in the air and rolling around. The whole body looked like a monster with long hairs. In the eyes of the crowd, it climbed from the ground and then twisted. The buttocks twisted, and the neck limped to Chuyuan.

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