World Occult User Guide

The weather was as hot as usual, and the off-road vehicle with peeling paint was racing in the wilderness. It was like participating in an eighty-minute world-class motorcycle race, climbing over mountains and ridges, crossing canyons and river beds, dodging big trees, bushes, giraffes and sudden surprises. A honey badger emerges.

As the wheels advanced, a man-made road appeared in the half-dead and endless grass. Generally speaking, this meant that there was a village or city ahead.

After looking at the "baldness" of the road, Lin An felt that they were probably on the right track.

Nearly two hours later, Kofi began to rub the brakes frequently, not only because the unimproved dirt road was extremely slippery, but also because he could encounter idlers in twos and threes everywhere, with rattan baskets on their heads containing fruits or leaves.

When the off-road vehicle passed by, these people cast wary and repulsive glances, but did not do anything. Just as Lin An was about to close his eyes and rest, gunshots rang out, as if someone had set off a string of firecrackers in the distance.

“Holy shit, Débrouillez Vous!”

Cantubi cursed, which sounds nice, but in fact it means soldiers or bandits who have guns and block roads and rob.

"Crunch——"

Kofi braked, and the wheels made a screeching sound. Kantubi leaned his head out of the window, made a praying gesture with his hands, and closed his eyes slightly. A meteor with a long tail fell from the sky like a missile and hit him directly. Several people hiding behind trees.

"Boom!"

Smoke filled the air, flames ignited, the tree trunks made a cracking sound that they were afraid of bearing, and several gray-headed people stumbled out from behind.

As soon as they saw the off-road vehicle, they all knelt down in unison, put the guns in their hands in front of them, and shouted in regional dialects, probably saying "surrender, surrender" or something like "surrender, surrender" to beg for mercy.

Cantubi and Mel also got out of the car with guns. They were from different tribes, so they didn't understand each other. After some negotiation, one of the surrendered soldiers had an idea. He took out a dirty leather badge and kept gesticulating. Have them read the colorful pattern above.

"General Wamba, the first-class army commander of the great Ubangi State."

The crooked French proved the identities of these soldiers. Cantubi and Mel looked at each other. The former handed over his gun, and the latter gave the badge to Fu Bin in the car.

"This Wamba is the Ernest Wamba you mentioned." Lin An observed, "It seems that we are not far from the management scope of your classmate."

"First-class army commander... these few robbers who rob passers-by are really too abstract." Fu Bin played with the soft leather, his expression a bit dumbfounded, "We promised that the Ubangi army is 'invincible' The master of the king who is invincible."

"Even so, the Bantu army is still retreating steadily."

"It feels like if you pull out the meteorological bureau of my motherland, you can plow my old classmates' military camp over and over again." Fu Bin accepted the badge and said to Mel, "Let those people lead the way for us."

The deserters who had been stripped of their weapons walked forward cautiously and barefoot, with off-road vehicles slowly following behind. More and more people were coming and going, and several minibuses passed by.

About three hours later, the road gradually smoothed out, but for some reason there were fewer people coming and going. Instead, there was a barbed wire fence on the left side of the road. Through the grid, you could vaguely see the town behind, located on the southeast side of the grassland.

The deserters stopped and pointed to a watchtower not far away, indicating that Ubangi's troops were stationed inside.

"I'll wait for you in the car." Lin An gestured to Fu Bin and others.

The three newcomers looked at each other, thinking in each other's eyes, but they didn't say anything. They escorted the deserters closer to the observation tower. When they got closer to about ten meters, several gun muzzles were poked out of the hole. come out.

Not to be outdone, Kantubi pressed his pistol against the waist of the deserters and signaled them to negotiate. Unexpectedly, these soldiers were sweating profusely, hesitating and standing still.

"What, don't you know each other?" Mel said doubtfully.

"Tch, high probability. I guess they were either deserters, or they picked up the equipment of the corpses and claimed them as their own." Kantubi rolled his eyes and withdrew the gun that was pressed against the deserter's back, "Get out of here. Bar!"

Although there was a language barrier between the two, some of the pronunciations were similar in the same language family. The deserters immediately staggered and fled in all directions. Unexpectedly, the next moment, gunfire rang out from the observation deck.

"Ping! Ping! Ping!"

The bullets penetrated the bodies of the soldiers, and most of them hit the ground, causing dust to fly.

The soldiers inside shouted in broken French: "This is a powerful military camp, no running around! Stay where you are and don't move!"

"The person who came here is not a good person." Fu Bin put his hands behind his back.

"You are the one here."

An indistinguishable mechanical sound filled his ears. Fu Bin was startled. He quickly turned around subconsciously to check, only to see green data slowly spreading out, covering the pattern of the off-road vehicle, like a fog.

"Don't worry, I'm [Forester] and I'm watching you."

Since it is equipped with the synchronous sound transmission function, Lin An can not only write codes remotely, but also read these codes with synthesized voices, achieving the function of "infinite Bluetooth headset".

Turning [God's One Eye], its range enveloped the entire barracks, and the information of Ubangi's army was clearly visible. Tents of various sizes were spread on the ground, probably filled with soldiers. In short, many people were lying on the outside of the tents. Dozing off.

However, Lin An is not here to kill people or set fire this time.

He turned his sight to the end of the barracks, where there was a place blocked by barbed wire and lush trees, like a natural barrier, surrounding the large light yellow house in the center.

Lin An guessed that this barracks belonged to the Bantu army. The big tent was originally there, the small tent was temporarily built, and the yellow house was the residence of the officers.

He turned his sight back, and the soldiers on the watchtower had come down to surround Fu Bin and others, and the two sides were communicating in French.

A soldier ran to the yellow house, and fifteen minutes later, he returned.

"The general said you can come in."

The soldier whispered a few words to his companions in the local dialect. They flashed a few traces of disbelief on their faces, reluctantly put down their weapons, climbed back to the watchtower, and left only the soldier to lead the way.

"Woof woof woof!"

In front of the yellow house, two striped hounds paced back and forth at the door. They looked thin and fierce, and barked when they saw strangers.

Lin An got closer and saw that it was not a dog, but a coyote.

The soldiers leading the way stepped forward to stop the coyotes, but they became more and more fierce, wishing to pounce on them and bite their necks, but as soon as Kan Tubi rolled up his sleeves, they all fell silent.

"Little beast, are you scared now?"

"Hello, please don't hurt them." The next moment, a voice sounded from the other side of the barbed wire, "The general said thank you for coming, please come in."

Pushing open the iron gate, Ernest Wamba's soldier stood tall, his eyes were firm, and his posture was upright. He had a different mental outlook from the soldiers he had seen along the way. He should be the confidant of the "notorious" general.

Finally met a soldier with decent quality.

Lin An observed briefly and said to Fu Bin: "This guy is not a mysterious person, but the house detected the breath of 'Comes'."

"Then I..."

"Since you are here, just go. If there is anything, I will remotely control the [Burning Mirror] to support."

"Okay, okay." Fu Bin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered in Chinese, "Forest Ranger, you are just like an unscrupulous system, squeezing the unlucky host."

Lin An's mouth twitched when he understood what he meant.

The first year of Boomerang, right? The system is actually me.

Seeing Fu Bin muttering to himself in a low voice, the officer said again: "Please come in, don't worry about the general's puppies, they won't hurt you."

"Puppies?" Fu Bin murmured, slowly moving forward, and saw the owner's coyote lying on the side, not paying much attention to the group passing by.

The officer led a group of people into the area behind the barbed wire. What came into view was a small farm. Many people dressed in civilian clothes were working hard. Several Brahman cows and Isurah chickens were running around, and an indescribable livestock stench was everywhere.

But when the officer pushed open the door, Lin An noticed from the changes in everyone's expressions that the smell in the yellow house was not bad. The house was paved with polished green cement floors and painted with eggshell white walls, which formed a strong sense of separation from the barrenness outside.

The officer led a few people through the corridor and pushed open a door.

Lin An looked around. The living room was bright and clean, with yellow curtains hanging in front of the window. The wall was decorated with framed photos of various wild animals. There was a large bookcase on the east wall with a rich collection of books, stereos and cassettes. In the center of the coffee table was a malachite chessboard and bone chess pieces.

A man in a dark green military uniform slowly turned sideways. He had a neat and tidy crew cut, and the whites of his eyes and teeth shone like ivory.

"Wang-General Ernest Wamba?" Fu Bin said nervously, "Hello."

"Hello, who are you?" The general hesitated and spoke poor Chinese.

"My name is Fu Bin, we used to live in the same dormitory building... Do you remember me?"

"Oh, of course, brother Fu Bin." The general suddenly realized and smiled faintly, "You have become so dark! I almost didn't recognize you. Anyway, I have learned about your situation from the soldiers. Please sit down and don't be polite."

The four of them sat on the sofa, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman with a tea tray came in. She was wearing a neat blue dress and a red floral cloth called "chitenge" on her head.

"I'm so glad we finally meet. Please treat this place as your own home and don't be too restrained." The general said with a smile, pointing to the woman pouring tea, "This is my wife, Iyaloha."

Fu Bin smiled and greeted, she also raised her head and smiled brightly in return, she spoke with a soft exotic accent, there was an indescribable sense of bewitching.

"Please sit down, friend." Iyaloha poured tea, "Do you want milk and sugar?"

"No." Fu Bin said subconsciously.

"This is a very healthy way to drink." The woman turned to the other people who were seated, "Do you need milk and sugar?"

Kantubi and Mel saw that the other party had no ill intentions, and ordered drinks in a flurry. Only Kofi looked at Fu Bin's expression with concern, because at a certain moment, his eyelids obviously jumped.

The reason was nothing else, just because Lin An said something in his ear.

"This woman... is not a good person." (End of this chapter)