On the left was a small closed iron door. Zhao Huan had now figured out some of Yanan's tricks. The closed door had its switches on the other side that was inaccessible.
On the right is a narrow path with worn-out cardboard boxes piled up on both sides. This is the direction we want to explore.
Zhao Huan was extremely cautious and explored forward step by step, fearing that if he walked too fast, he would encounter a monster that loved...loved to kill people around the corner.
As a result, the monsters along the way are very cute. They are all hiding in boxes. When you walk next to them, they will suddenly rush out of the box, baring their fangs and claws to scare you.
Then give a small medicine bottle and 100 blood echoes.
After walking around in twists and turns for ten minutes, Zhao Huan arrived at a corner of stairs.
Looking down, groups of people holding torches in their hands were patrolling back and forth on the long road, talking and laughing. At the end of the road was a huge square.
Heavy flames burned in the center of the square. A huge mutant wolf, twice as big as the one in the clinic, was tied to a cross more than five meters high.
Does it feel like some weird ritual?
A rough look shows that there are no less than a hundred people.
So many people gathered here late at night, they couldn't be here to eat roasted wolf meat, right?
Zhao Huan carefully hid at the corner of the stairs and looked around, unable to help muttering in his heart.
"This looks like a human, not a monster. Why don't we secretly kidnap one and take him to a safe zone for interrogation?"
Zhao Huan had no idea whether the safe zone had any effect on the natives of Yanan.
Zhao Huan waited quietly, and finally the opportunity came.
A man holding a dung fork in both hands broke away from the group and walked towards the dark stairs.
The man with the dung fork leaned the dung fork against the wall, reached out to unbuckle his belt, and prepared to open the floodgates to release the water.
"Good opportunity!" Zhao Huan said in his heart.
Zhao Huan quietly walked down the stairs, step by step approaching the man with the dung fork, getting closer and closer.
The dung fork man, who was immersed in the pleasure of releasing the water, knew nothing about it.
Zhao Huan had already raised the meat saw high in his hand, and was about to hit him with a club and then drag him away quietly.
The door next to the stairs suddenly opened, an arm stretched out from it, pulled Zhao Huan in, and then closed the door.
After draining the water, the man with the dung fork turned around and looked, but didn't find anything unusual, so he picked up the dung fork and left.
In the room, Zhao Huan was still in shock.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. I've been kidnapped?
"Are you trying to kill yourself? You dare to disrupt the Moon Worship Cult's rituals!"
"You know, there's a chain of hatred among the Moon Worshipers. If you make a move, hundreds of them will know about it and won't stop until they kill you."
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