The water in the underground cave, under the illumination of large searchlights, appears in a pitch-black color.

In such a small place, to be honest, Qin Mu always has a fearful heart.

It has nothing to do with ghosts and fear.

It is a kind of instinct in a closed environment.

In such an environment, Qin Mu felt a little relieved, and when his lamp shone into the dark pool, he was also shocked.

In the dark pool, there are black heads densely packed.

These are all humans.

A dense crowd of people.

"I'm good," Fattou Tuo was shocked: "When are there so many people?"

These heads only floated half on the water, and only had a pair of eyes staring at the people on the shore. No one answered the words of Fatto, or they could not answer them at all.

Such a confrontation lasted for a long time.

Qin Mu felt something was wrong.

"This is not a human," Li San stood aside and said, "Qin Mu, your mouth has really been shining. This is a wet corpse."

"The unlucky guy who passed by before should have died." Fatty heads said angrily: "Oh, why did he trigger so many wet corpses? Isn't this asking for death?"

"But from the eyes of those guys, it seems that this is not the case at all." Hua Wuyue said: "These people... are not right, the corpses seem to have the intention of not being full."

"You...what do you mean?" Fattotuo stood on the shore, his fat all over his body trembling.

Qin Mu looked at it for a while and felt a little ache in his head, and said, "Be careful, think of a way to go."

These corpses always kept the movements they had just done. Their heads did not even float up, and they had only two eyes exposed. At this time, Qin Mu was willing to believe that the things in the pool were all corpses.

If you are a living person, you will be suffocated to death if you keep such a posture for a long time and bury your nose in the water for a long time.

"How can you get over so many things in the water? You can't swim, right?" Fatty Tuo's body was shaking with a look of fear and said, "What should I do? Could it be that I really swim over?"

"You can step on their bodies." Qin Mu looked at the dense corpses and said.

Qin Mu's words made something wrong on the faces of the people present, especially Fatty Tuo. When he heard Qin Mu's suggestion, he jumped up at the first time: "No, I object."

"Then how do you think we are going to get over?" Qin Mu said with his hands in front of his chest.

"Your method is to feed crocodiles directly to people, okay?" Fatty-headed Tuo said with a depressed look on his face: "If you are not afraid of death, I am still afraid of death. If I have so many believers in the Inspiration Temple, what will they do?"

Fatto Tuo is not good at dealing with this. He was a little abnormal when he saw these zombies. When Qin Mu made it clear, the guy's reaction became even more intense. His face was pale and his whole body was trembling. Even the little novice monk next to him could not stand it anymore, which was obviously scared.

Qin Mu smiled and said, "A psychic is actually afraid of a corpse?"

"I'm afraid of death!" Qin Mu's words were too unpleasant, and Fatty-headed Tuo couldn't help but reply.

"Oh!" Qin Mu said in a long voice: "Then, what other good methods do you think?"

Fatty headed silenced for a long time and didn't speak.

Li San spoke at this time and said modestly: "Qin Mu, don't joke with him. This fat man has a serious obsession with cleanliness. He can deal with ghosts. He can hide as far as he can against corpses."

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, remembering that in the afternoon, a fat man had a face full of gray and blood, and tears sitting on the ground crying loudly, thinking that this fat man didn't seem to be so obsessed with cleanliness?

At this time, Li San continued: "I know a little about this fat man's personality. I have been with so many years. It doesn't matter if he gets dirty on his body, but if others get dirty, they are so scared. Almost everyone in the psychic world knows it better, and this fat man is afraid of zombies."

"I didn't expect there was such a weird thing, so." Qin Mu paused and said, "If these corpses do not have the ability to attack, would you rather step on them across the river?"

The fat man didn't say anything, just shook his head hard, and the fat on his face flew around.

"Qin Mu, can your little pet swallow all these things?" Li San spoke at this time, speaking very calmly, but kept frowning gently.

Before Qin Mu opened his mouth, he heard the Soul-Devouring Ding himself protesting: "Are you wrong? How heavy do you taste? Can that thing be eaten? How disgusting?"

A few questions asked everyone present to ask An Jing. Qin Mu didn't know what to say for a while. He thought to himself that when you ate the little red monster in the morning, you were so relished and you couldn't let go no matter how hard you pulled it. Who has the heavy taste?

"It seems that I am the only one who can do it." Li San said with a smile, put down his backpack and took out a pack of powder from it.

"This is..." Qin Mu was stunned for a moment and said.

"A friend of mine gave it to me. He is a corpse-driver from Xiangxi." Li San smiled and took out the bag of medicine powder from his bag, tore the wrapping paper outside, layer by layer. When he opened it, Qin Mu shone it with his flashlight. In fact, it was just white powder, and it was impossible to tell which raw materials were.

As a witch Zhu, or a witch doctor, Qin Mu is absolutely full of curiosity. If it weren't for his curiosity back then, he wouldn't have become a witch Zhu. He walked to Li San, pointed at the white powder in Li San's hand with his middle finger, twisted it on his hand under the illumination of the searchlight, and then sent it to his mouth.

Qin Mu was really curious about the ingredients inside. As long as the other party was using herbs, he could taste what it was.

But at this moment, Li San grabbed Qin Mu's hand and shook his head.

Qin Mu smiled and said, "Your friend is not here, so I'll try what the ingredients are to satisfy my curiosity. What? Isn't this possible?"

"It's OK," Li San said with a smile: "I don't know his formula, but ashes are added to most of his formulas, and this is no exception."

Qin Mu looked at the white powder in his hand with some disgust. It smelled strange, as if there were five different flavors mixed in the taste, which was a bit pungent.

"Human?" Qin Mu raised the white powder in his hand and said.

"Human." Li San used a statement, and he spoke very seriously, and he began to grab the powder with gloves carefully.

Qin Mu suddenly lost interest.

If it is animal bone powder, it is called bone powder. However, if it is human, Qin Mu feels a little psychologically uncomfortable. After all, he is his own compatriot, and anyone else will feel uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!