You know what, the style of this place is really unique and you won’t find it anywhere else.

Lin Mo had thought this place was creative before, and he was not lying at all.

As someone approached, the zombies pierced on the ground and on the city walls began to move, struggle, and roar.

With so many eyes watching, no one would be able to get in.

So this arrangement is not only creative, but also practical.

"There's something."

Lin Mo couldn't help but give a compliment.

There is an entrance in front, and you have to go through a passage about fifty meters long.

This passage is made of angle iron, barbed wire and stone piers. If you want to get in, you can only go through this path.

At the end is an iron gate.

It may not seem to be very well-balanced, but it is actually very thick, and, moreover, it has two layers.

This acts as a buffer.

If something wants to break in, after breaking through the first layer, there is still the second layer.

Moreover, the city wall is very thick, and it was specially built like this. There are some iron barrels hanging on it. Lin Mo guessed that there should be something like kerosene inside.

In this way, if the first door is broken, when attacking the second door, the iron barrel above will suddenly pour kerosene, and then light it.

Perfect!

But to be honest, this kind of mechanism and defense system can only prevent some ordinary nightmares, it cannot prevent powerful ones.

Especially some forbidden ghosts, obsessive ghosts, or those with special abilities.

But for a small city to be able to do this is quite remarkable.

But this is a wild chicken country, the territory of the Japanese, there is nothing to admire.

Come here and ask around.

Of course, Lin Mo came here to cause trouble, so if the other party could be polite and treat him with courtesy, he would leave after finding out what happened. If the other party was looking for death, Lin Mo and his friends were already full of anger and insisted on running into the gun, so they would definitely not be polite.

The first shot you fire when you come here must be fired.

Logically speaking, it is night time now, and the nightmare world should be lively at night.

Lin Mo and the others walked to the door and looked inside.

It was quiet and no one was seen.

Then knock on the door.

DuangDuangDuang!

Three tones.

Very loud.

After waiting for a while, I heard footsteps, probably someone jogging over.

He is a Japanese.

He was not tall and had a bit of bow legs. When he came over, he leaned over to take a look.

"Who are you?"

Asked a question.

Lin Mo told the other party that he came all the way from China mainly to inquire about some information.

The other party was a little bit unbelievable.

Maybe they don't quite believe it came from China.

He was told to wait a moment and went to report.

Then he trotted away.

"I'm so annoyed with these Japanese. I really want to chop them all to pieces with my sword." The old soldier couldn't help but say at this time.

He brought a knife this time.

It's a broad-bladed sword.

It is said that this was his own sword a long time ago. In the words of the old soldier, his sword was specifically designed to counter Japanese swords.

But Lin Mo didn't believe it completely.

The veterans are powerful, but they also suffered a great loss when they met the vicious Japanese swordsman like that last time.

But it doesn’t matter. Even if the old soldier is bragging, Lin Mo will definitely help him fulfill his boast.

The brother didn't say anything, feeling something was not right.

Lin Mo asked his brother if he had noticed anything unusual.

My brother said that was not the case.

"I just felt that the person just now was not right."

"What's wrong?" Lin Mo was curious.

He actually had this feeling, but he couldn't put it into words. He just felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what exactly was wrong.

In the end, my brother gave the same answer.

He also felt something was wrong.

"Be alert."

“It should be.”

The two brothers reached a consensus.

As for the old soldier, there is no need to explain. His mind is full of thoughts about how to take revenge. He is hostile to any Japanese, so any reminder is completely unnecessary.

After a while, some footsteps were heard.

Judging from the sound, there were probably three people coming.

Not much.

After a while, the Japanese man who came before came over with two other Japanese men.

Said he is the person in charge here.

Lin Mote wanted to laugh, thinking that you only have a small island here, and you are so shameless to call it a big island? But this is normal. It is said that there is also a shameless person called Big Bird here.

So shameless.

Mr. Oshima asked carefully and Lin Mo answered calmly.

The Q&A went smoothly.

"No problem, let them in."

Oshima concluded.

Lin Mo felt that this was a bit formalistic, because it felt like there were no particularly important questions asked, just the most basic ones. He felt that it was the same as not asking.

And it is easy to get away with it by just making up some random answers.

Does this make sense? It doesn't matter whether it exists or not, as long as the other party thinks it exists.

After entering, I found that it was quite spacious inside, and it seemed to be built based on a certain community. There were various houses inside. Although it was on the second or even third floor, it was still smaller than buildings of the same floor in China.

At this time, the elder brother tugged at the corner of Lin Mo's clothes.

Lin Mo tilted his ear over.

"There's something wrong with the people here."

Lin Mo nodded and said, "I felt it too, but I couldn't tell exactly what was wrong."

"Is it because they are Japanese?"

“It’s possible!”

Lin Mo had reasons for saying this, mainly because most people here were a bit perverted, and this kind of perversion was completely different from the perversion in China, and was not of the same level or type.

Even if they are perverts, they will become unique and different from others.

Then just ask around.

He asked where this place was, what the current situation in the wild chicken country was, how far the big cities were from here, and whether there were any means of transportation.

The other party was quite honest and answered whatever was asked.

He was even very enthusiastic about inviting Lin Mo and the other three to have dinner with him.

"You're so polite. That's really not necessary!"

Of course Lin Mo and the others didn't want to eat, so they politely declined. But the other party was unyielding and insisted on staying for dinner.

Otherwise, it means looking down on them.

Although Lin Mo and the others did look down on them, it was not easy to hit someone who smiled at them, so they didn't say it directly.

The old soldier didn't say a word from beginning to end.

He seemed to be waiting for an opportunity.

And this opportunity was given to him by the other party. As long as he was given a chance and an excuse, the veteran could let them know why the flowers were so red.

Lin Mo secretly held down the old soldier, thinking to himself, Big Brother, don't be impulsive, ask clearly first. Besides, isn't it a bit of killing innocent people to act like this?

That's not right either.

There seems to be nothing innocent in this place.

But that also requires a legitimate teacher.

They are unreasonable, so we have to be reasonable.

From ancient times to the present, we have all been cultured people.

"Calm down, calm down, or you can follow my lead."

Lin Mo said in a low voice.

After a while, a Japanese woman came over and said that the table and tableware were ready, and you can go over and start eating.

"Oh, you are really too polite. Don't allow it next time."

Lin Mo couldn't resist the enthusiastic Mr. Oshima, so he thought, why not go over and take a look at what his pheasant friends are eating.

Finally I went to take a look.

Good job.

It's a place similar to a cafeteria, but the problem is that it's full of people now.

They are all shirtless men.

Although they were of different heights, weights, ages, and ages, they all had gloomy faces and the seats were full.

There were a lot of people, probably more than a hundred.

"Welcome, distinguished guest!"

Mr. Oshima led the applause, and more than a hundred Japanese people stood up and said welcome to the distinguished guests.

“You’re so polite.”

"Of course, then let's prepare to feast."

Lin Mo was curious, so he glanced at the table. He saw that there were only tableware but no food on the big table.

Didn't we say the feast was about to begin? What are we eating if there's nothing to eat? Lin Mo asked.

Mr. Oshima said with a smile: "Everyone, isn't it just the best ingredients? You may have misunderstood. Although it is a meal, it is not you who eats, it is us who eat, and you are just ingredients."

Lin Mo heard it clearly, looked at Mr. Oshima with his fangs bared, and then looked at the other Japanese.

"You guys mean to eat people?"

"Yes, we not only eat humans, but also ghosts. We accept nothing and eat whatever is available. We are not picky about food."

"To be honest, you are really perverted."

Lin Mo was so angry that he laughed.

I also think the other party is extremely ridiculous.

Now he finally understood why he felt these Japanese were so strange.

What was wrong was the way they smelled.

There is a smell of dead flesh and the smell of evil spirits. I didn't understand it at first, but now I know that these people not only eat humans, but also ghosts. It is not surprising that they have such a strange smell.