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Chapter 266 266. Divine body

Qiao Mu, who was lying on the ground with bullet holes on his body and head, suddenly twitched.

His body got up on its own, and immediately, the flesh and blood healed as if it had self-awareness, gradually expelling the bullet from the body.

"Um--"

As if exerting force in the toilet, Qiao Mu whimpered, and the last bullet was squeezed out of his brain.

"It's similar to squeezing blackheads. It relieves stress."

Qiao Mu sighed with emotion.

Although he died just now, his body helped him come back to life.

The essence of death is the dissipation of consciousness, and matter determines consciousness. The essence of the dissipation of consciousness is the failure of body functions.

Therefore, as long as the brain does not want to die, it can be reorganized and its functions restored.

My memory is just a little fuzzy.

It took two minutes for Qiao Mu to finally remember what he was doing.

He looked down at the ground. All his own blood had returned to his body, so the remaining blood was most likely the little miko's.

"Pity."

Qiao Mu didn't expect those people to be so ruthless and shoot directly without even giving them a chance to speak.

But it seems that the little witch is not dead yet, otherwise Qiao Mu should be able to pull her up directly with [Haunter].

Closing her eyes, Qiao Mu connected with Ah Xin inside the little witch's body.

"Why did you come?"

Ah Xin's voice came.

"How is it going?"

Qiao Mu asked.

"See for yourself."

Ah Xin gave Qiao Mu all the external information he sensed through the little witch.

"It turns out they are at the bottom. Please help me keep an eye on them. I will be there soon."

Although according to Qiao Mu's idea, all she had to do was run away at this time. Obviously the people of Hedao Culture were not prepared to leave her alive, but the little witch was still downstairs. She was a living person after all and could not be tortured to death.

As a young man full of positive energy, Qiao Mu cannot ignore death.

While going downstairs, Qiao Mu checked the situation below.

Suddenly, there was a noise over Ah Xin's side.

It fell into silence immediately.

"Axin?"

Qiao Mu asked as he was going down the stairs.

"It seems like there's a big problem."

Ah Xin's voice came.

"What's the problem?"

Qiao Mu has arrived at the entrance to the fourteenth underground floor.

The red light of the lighting rod reflected the scenery he had seen with Ah Hui before.

The only difference was that the spacious room also lit up with light.

Qiao Mu came to the door carefully to avoid making any noise.

He peered inside.

But I didn't see those armed men. It was quiet inside. I could only see the little witch lying on the operating table.

Qiao Mu thought for a moment and pulled Ah Hui out of the shadow.

"it's me again?"

Ah Hui protested silently.

"come on!"

Qiao Mu encouraged her.

Ah Hui had no choice but to walk into the room.

However, he was not immediately wiped out like the first time. Ah Hui was able to come to the side of the operating table and confirm the condition of the little witch.

The blood was still flowing. If first aid was not given as soon as possible, this little witch would probably have to be Ah Xin's companion for the rest of her life.

At this time, Ah Hui noticed the canvas that was lifted up on one side of the room.

She looked over.

All I saw was a head under those canvases.

The head may have once been a human being, but it was unknown what kind of torture it had gone through. It had shriveled up, without any flesh and blood. The dry skin adhered to the bones, making it look like a mummy.

If this is just a head, it can only be said to be a bit scary.

But Ah Hui discovered that the head was not cut off from the body.

What else is it connected to.

Looking down, Ah Hui saw an old wooden barrel.

The head was placed in a barrel from the neck down.

Obviously, this bucket only has a volume of about two liters, and it is impossible to put a human body in it.

Then the answer is obvious.

Ah Hui stretched out his hand and pulled open the remaining canvas.

She saw that under the canvas, they were all heads.

The gender and age of these heads are no longer visible. Only some of them seem to have shriveled up for a long time, and some still retain some skin luster. The containers under them are also different. In addition to wooden barrels, there are also ceramic jars, glass, and belts. Metals with numbers, etc.

Through the transparent glass, Ah Hui finally saw clearly what these things were.

In that container, human internal organs are stored.

There are no bones, skin, or muscles, only internal organs and blood vessels, soaked in some kind of orange juice, connected to the outer head.

What's surprising is that the heart in the specimen-like container is still beating slowly.

In other words, these "jar people" are still alive.

"Finally found it, my divine body."

At this time, a voice came from behind Ah Hui. She turned her head and saw the little man Ebisu wearing a bamboo hat and holding a fishing rod standing in the shadows, staring at the jars.

"God-controlling body."

Qiao Mu chewed on the word, and he finally understood his previous confusion.

That's why those chosen ones who become "gods" still obey the orders of Wajima culture.

Because before they became "gods", the bodies of these chosen ones had been completely dismembered and housed in these jars.

With just a click of a button, these chosen ones living in the jars will die completely, along with the fall of those "gods".

Moreover, according to the differences in these wooden barrels and jars, it can be seen that they have been making such "gods" since a long time ago, when Wajima Culture was still Wajima Taisha Shrine.

I'm afraid that the gods summoned by the divine descending technique are the anomalies caused by these chosen ones.

Ebisu came to one of the imperial gods.

The imperial body is placed in a metal container, and there are complex indicators on the outside showing its living status. Obviously, this is a newer one, and may be one of the research projects conducted by the Ukiyoyama Research Institute twelve years ago.

"You used to be an investigator of Wajima Culture?"

Through Ah Hui's mouth, Qiao Mu asked.

"I have no idea."

Ebisu replied.

In the shadows, something indescribable was crawling, slowly filling the entire space.

Ah Hui noticed this and looked up.

She saw a ferocious face.

The armed men from before were being stuck to the ceiling.

Their bodies melted like candles, and their faces contained only the expression of fear before death.

From these corpses, shadows gradually seeped out like worms.

More shadows enveloped the operating table. Here, the chosen ones were dismembered and put into containers. They gained immortality through technology and were also imprisoned in a cage that could not be reincarnated.

Now, they long for flesh and blood, especially the flesh and blood of the chosen ones. The whispers that always linger in their ears can only be quiet for a moment while devouring life.

At this time, Ebisu stood in front of them, and the villain opened his hands.

"No, she can't, she is my friend."

Ebisu said.

The shadow stood still for a moment.

"I have a request."

Ebisu looked outside the door, where Qiao Mu was hiding.

"Can you help me and my friends out?"

Obviously, as long as these jars are broken, these "gods" will all die, and the anomalies that plague Ukiyoyama will disappear.

Upon hearing Ebisu's words, all the shadows immediately started to squirm crazily, and there was a vibration around them.

At this moment, under Mount Ukiyo, an unprecedented earthquake is brewing.