Chapter 1389: Words and Truth

"This old man...is different from the others!"

I narrowed my eyes immediately after seeing this old man, and my eyes were full of solemnity.

What I mean by different is not that this old man can speak or communicate, but that the aura he exudes is completely different from that of the man before.

The man before had a dull expression, and although he became irritable after I peeled off his face, there was no aura emanating from his body.

There was no anger, no evil spirit, and even no corpse smell...

It felt like a blank sheet of paper.

But this old man exuded a strong evil spirit, and in his gloomy eyes, a touch of evil light flashed from time to time.

"Ahem, what's that smell!" Ma Zizai waved his hand, then covered his nose, looked at the smoke gun in the old man's hand and said, "This smell... why does it feel like the smell of the crematorium?"

"Crematorium?" The old man obviously heard what Ma Zizai said, grinned, took the smoke gun and took a deep puff, then blew out a puff of smoke with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Can the smell of the crematorium be as strong as the smoke gun in my hand? Not even close."

"What a boast, it's just a smoke gun, what's the big deal?" Although Ma Zizai was tough, he was very timid. He muttered this sentence in a low voice, and I guess no one except me could hear it.

"Where's Wang Wanzhi?" I asked Mu Yunxi, who was suspended in the air.

"I'm here!" Mu Yunxi's voice came from the ruins of the destroyed wooden house. I squinted my eyes and saw that Mu Yunxi was actually crawling out of the ruins with a person on her back. The person on her back was actually Wang Qian!

"Put him down!" The old man's eyes flashed after seeing Wang Wanzhi, and he suddenly raised his foot and stomped lightly on the ground. A muffled sound of

"dong..."

came out, and then a shadow flashed by, but the old man was too fast. In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Wang Wanzhi, stretched out a pair of palms with black nails, and grabbed Wang Qian on Wang Wanzhi's back.

"Hmph!" A cold snort was heard, and then a bloody figure instantly blocked Wang Wanzhi's body. It was Mu Yunxi, who was wearing a red sportswear.

"Old man, you dare to touch my people? You are so brave!"

Mu Yunxi said this coldly, and then stretched out his palm and collided fiercely with the old man's palm.

First, there was a muffled "bang" sound, followed by a loud "bang", and a terrifying energy wave directly surged with the two people as the center.

At that moment, the fragments of the destroyed wooden house were instantly blown away, and even the ground under the feet of the two people suddenly sank a few centimeters with a "bang". The surrounding wooden houses were also affected, and several wooden houses collapsed like straw in the wind.

As for Wang Wanzhi, she let out a cry, and was blown away by the violent force.

"What are you still standing there for? If my woman gets hurt, I'll hold you responsible!" Mu Yunxi turned around and looked at me coldly. "

Fuck, the heroine is so brave, and the boyfriend is so handsome!" Ma Zizai couldn't help but mutter.

As for me, I flashed and appeared beside Wang Wanzhi in an instant. I stretched out my hand and grabbed Wang Wanzhi into my arms, and then I stretched out a hand to grab Wang Qian's clothes.

"Be careful with your dog paws, where are you touching?" Mu Yunxi's voice rang again. I didn't have time to pay attention to her, but I flashed and dragged the two people away from the battlefield quickly.

"How are you?" I asked, looking at Wang Wanzhi with a pale face.

Hearing this, Wang Wanzhi shook her head and said, "Most of the power was blocked by Sister Yunxi. It's okay."

After that, she turned around and looked at Wang Qian, who was unconscious, anxiously.

"How is he?" I also came to Wang Qian's side and asked in a low voice.

Wang Wanzhi shook her head with red eyes, then took out a handkerchief from her pocket and began to wipe the strange patterns on Wang Qian's body.

It was seen that Wang Qian was stripped naked at this moment, with only a pair of shorts left on his body.

And on his body, all kinds of strange patterns were painted.

These patterns were extremely strange, not like some kind of runes, but more like a totem.

Especially on its belly, there was a mouth painted on it, and on its chest, there were huge, cool, and weird eyes painted on it.

"What do these patterns mean?" I frowned, and then, the faceless man suddenly came to my mind.

The faceless man lost his facial features after losing his face, but even if he had the face, his facial features would probably only be for show, because he didn't have other tools to correspond to these facial features.

However, the man could make strange screams and seemed to be able to see us.

Before, I thought that he was sensing us through a kind of perception, but now it seems that it is not the case.

"The faceless man's voice came from his stomach. Could it be that... these patterns are really some kind of mysterious runes that can give them the same power as the patterns? However, Wang Qian is a normal person, so why did they draw these patterns on Wang Qian's body? Could it be that they want to seize Wang Qian's body, but because they can't use these organs, they can only rely on their unique mysterious runes to obtain the abilities of the corresponding organs?"

"These patterns... why do they have a taste of witchcraft?"

At this time, Ma Zizai's voice suddenly sounded. I turned around and saw that Ma Zizai had quietly approached me at some point. At this moment, he was squatting beside me, stroking his chin and looking at the mysterious patterns on Wang Qian's body in deep thought. Seeing

me looking at him, Ma Zizai said: "We, the disciples of the shamans, are called the sorcerers in the folk, but in fact, we are different from the sorcerers. The authentic sorcerers originated from Shamanism, and the doctrine of Shamanism is to believe in the power of nature. They believe that there are various different These powers correspond to various kinds of suffering, so when they perform sacrifices, they will draw various patterns on their bodies to summon the power that exists between heaven and earth and corresponds to the patterns! "

Ma Zizai paused for a moment, then pointed to the mouth on Wang Qian's belly and said, "We, the disciples of the shamans, have a close relationship with Shamanism, so when I was a child, I had the honor of seeing some books about Shamanism. In one of the books, there were various patterns drawn, and this mouth and eyes were recorded in that book."

"What do they represent?" I asked hurriedly.

"It's been so long, I can't remember clearly, but it seems to be..." Ma Zizai scratched his head, his eyes rolled around anxiously, and finally slapped his thigh and said: "It represents the spirit of words and truth!"