After being brought over, these two puppets struggled endlessly. It can be seen that the three corpse insects can indeed squeeze out all the potential of people. It has been an hour since everyone entered the city, and they still have strength.
But the soldiers guarding them were not made of iron, so they simply tied their legs up so that he could have time to take a nap.
So these two guys were brought in and placed on the floor. They were hunched over and trembling.
The outer talisman ensures that the Three Corpse Insects are trapped in the human body and cannot go out.
Situ Han wondered: "Are you cold or scared?"
"I'm scared. Do the guys parasitized by the Three Corpse Insects know how cold it is?" He Lingchuan knelt down and looked at them carefully, "But it's not us they're afraid of."
Their eyes were unfocused, and they obviously didn't take everyone else seriously.
But the huge Panlong ruins are empty, what are they afraid of?
Nian Songyu also said: "Not to mention that there is no one there, there are no Three Corpse Insects in this abandoned city. They don't dare to approach at all. Why?"
"There is something that scares them." Sun Fuping stood up, "No matter what it is, it should be close to our goal."
He Lingchuan asked curiously: "You want them to say it themselves? Can the Three Corpse Insects still talk?"
It seems that Sun Fuping brought these two puppets with him to do an experiment.
"The ordinary one won't work. I wonder if the output of the Big Square Pot can give us a hint." Sun Fuping walked up to the puppet and said, "Your lair, the Big Square Pot, must still be in the city. Point me to the location and I will let you go."
The two puppets continued to tremble and remain arrogant, pretending that he was transparent.
"You don't take these two things seriously!" He Lingchuan was furious, "You can give them some color to save time."
Sun Fuping took out a set of golden needles from his arms, applied them to the needles, and then simmered them with a little real fire from his fingertips before inserting them into the back of the puppet's skull, the apertures of the heart, and the hands.
The puppet immediately wailed loudly.
These three places were occupied by the Three Corpse Insects. Sun Fuping used fire to burn them directly on their buttocks, which was heartbreaking. Otherwise, with the magical power of the sword and ax, only the host would be injured, and the Three Corpse Insects would not matter at all.
They planned to look at Sun Fuping, but their eyes were extremely fierce, like wolves staring at meat.
To them, humans are just skin.
"I know you can understand human speech." Sun Fuping said in a calm voice, "If you don't give me an answer, you will suffer more."
Then he took action.
This golden needle is hollow, making it easy to refill and increase the dosage at any time.
Everyone saw that the red flame at the end of the needle became brighter, and the puppet's scream suddenly increased three times.
Double the dose, double the pain.
Sun Fuping stopped and asked, "Will you tell me?"
The puppet just screamed.
So he increased the punishment.
So again and again.
The closer he got to the back, the slower his attack speed became. This enhanced version of the Three Corpse Insects had a much stronger soul than its ordinary counterparts, otherwise it would have been killed by him a quarter of an hour ago.
If the host does not cut it off on its own, the host will also burp as soon as the three corpse insects die.
So it’s getting harder and harder to figure it out.
Finally, one of the puppets roared, tilted its neck, and died.
Sure enough, it still doesn't work? Sun Fuping let out a long sigh.
There must be something special about the three corpse insects raised in the square pot. If they can communicate with people, this trip to Panlong City will be much smoother.
Unfortunately, there seems to be no shortcut to this task.
In fact, he only held a faint hope in his heart. After all, the coalition forces who fought a war of attrition in this wasteland more than a hundred years ago probably tried all means to obtain information.
He just felt that time might change many things.
The tortured three corpse insect on the other end broke out in a frenzy and actually broke free from its confinement and grabbed He Lingchuan's arm!
Caught off guard, everyone was shocked.
He Chunhua rushed forward without thinking and chopped off the puppet's head with a knife.
The howling stopped abruptly.
"Is Chuan'er okay?" He Chunhua's hand holding the knife did not let go.
He Lingchuan was also startled. He subconsciously opened the dead man's hand and felt it with his heart before saying, "I'm fine."
This guy grabbed him so tightly that his fingers almost dug into his skin.
Fortunately, he walked for a week with all his strength and found nothing unusual.
Everyone looked at each other.
Sun Fuping walked up to him, looked at his pupils, and asked, "Are you feeling irritable, depressed, dizzy, and dizzy?"
"I'm very awake, nothing unusual. It seems like it has little effect on me."
Sun Fuping nodded: "The effect of Du Hun San has not completely passed, and it still has the power to resist."
He Lingchuan sighed: "It seems that the three corpse insects here are nothing special."
Seeing that he was really fine, He Chunhua was relieved: "It's just that he refuses to leave Panlong Desert, or in other words, he refuses to stay away from Dafanghu."
The principle of guarding the square pot has long been engraved into the instincts of the three corpse insects. They cannot betray it until death. The same loyalty also exists in ant colonies and hives. Individual worker bees and worker ants work hard without complaint, without any fear of difficulties, and even die without regret.
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Therefore, although the Three Corpse Insects were afraid of something here and did not dare to enter the city, they still lingered on the periphery, that is, the Panlong Desert, refusing to escape far away.
He Lingchuan shrugged. If the three corpse insects could be tortured like ordinary creatures, the information about Dafanghu and Panlong City would have been clearly discovered by the coalition forces of Balingxian. The gods behind Panlong City would not tolerate this.
Vulnerabilities exist.
"Although Zhu Gen didn't say it, in my opinion, the conditions for triggering the Wild Sand Season shouldn't be difficult. He sent the last team with the attitude of verification..." Sun Fuping pondered, "Every time before the Wild Sand Season comes,
, are there thunderstorms all over the desert?”
Zeng Feixiong nodded: "Yes."
Sun Fuping's eyes moved slightly: "The temple in the city only worships Mitian God?"
"Yes. It is said that Mitian God is Panlong City's only belief."
He Chunhua let out a sigh, as if he had some realization: "Didn't you say that?"
"Write it down and confirm it to each other."
So Sun Fuping and He Chunhua both raised their hands to dip their hands in water and wrote something on the table.
When everyone saw it, the Imperial Master wrote the word "water", while He Chunhua wrote the word "rain".
The literal meanings are almost the same.
He Lingchuan stroked his chin and said: "The Imperial Master and my father are wise! The rainy season in Qiansong County is later than inland, and it will not come until the end of August or the beginning of September."
Nian Songyu was puzzled: "If it is caused by rain, doesn't it usually rain in the desert?" As far as he knows, the lack of water in the desert does not mean it does not rain. "Sometimes heavy rains cause floods in the desert."
"It's really not inferior." He Lingchuan chuckled, "Don't compare other deserts with Panlong, they are not worthy."
He Chunhua said: "How can I be as knowledgeable as a national teacher? However, Deputy Lieutenant Zeng's father is the only living person who has experienced the wild sand season in the Panlong Desert. Although he was unconscious after he came back, he kept mumbling the word 'water' all day long.