When Wayne heard Inesa's voice, his first reaction was to turn around and look. Black gas was seen coming out from Dr. John's wound, and it was getting stronger and stronger. The "concentration" and "flow" of the black gas were increasing rapidly. It's so abnormal that you can tell there's something wrong with the naked eye. The skin on Dr. John's head, neck, palms and other exposed parts of the body had already developed spider-web-like cracks, and was rapidly becoming mottled and falling off. Through the peeled skin, you can see that underneath Dr. John's seemingly normal surface skin is an inner layer composed entirely of pitch-black filamentous tissues interwoven and entangled with each other. It was as if there were countless black worms twisting and wriggling inside. As the surface layer of skin gradually fell off, Dr. John, who had already fainted, was now pressing his hands on the ground, trying to get up. Dr. John looked in Wayne's direction at this time, mumbling to himself and spitting trash talk: "The angel is right, I shouldn't have fled... “I have informed the messenger of God about Pastor Hake’s insidiousness and cunningness. Pastor Hake’s tricks will no longer be effective.
“Hehehe, hahahahahaha——” By the time he finished speaking, Dr. John had completely stood up. Spreading his arms, he laughed crazily there. At this time, Wayne had thrown the lever rifle in his hand aside. While facing Dr. John, he dodged to the door and took out a revolver - the revolver was pre-loaded with so-called "demon hunting bullets". "Don't shoot!" Inissa's figure appeared at the door of the cabin, reached out and grabbed Wayne's clothes, and suddenly pulled him towards the blind corner outside the door. “Bang!” The explosion sounded instantly in the cabin, and the whole house seemed to shake. Compared to the sound of gunpowder explosion, it was not as violent and loud. It sounded a bit dull and the shock wave didn't seem that strong. Almost at the same time as the explosion ended, a series of "pop" sounds with a sense of impact came from the cabin. Inissa pushed Wayne, who was pressing on her, away, then stood up beside her, and couldn't help but gently rub her chest with her hands. Wayne was even safer, as he had a beautiful girl cushioning him underneath. The cushion that hit his face when he fell was soft and thick, and he quickly turned over and stood up. At this time, a fan-shaped area in front of the cabin door looked like it had been sprayed by a feces suction truck. It was full of soup and water, mainly black, yellow, and green, and it also emitted a strong stench. The surface of the contaminated ground has been corroded into a layer of uneven potholes, giving a feeling that the soil is "dead". Inissa rubbed her chest and observed the scene: "No wonder the pool of blood had such an obvious smell of corruption. Someone must have implanted a 'seed' in him, and then nurtured him, turning him into a living bomb." "It looks like its power is just average." Wayne covered his nose and looked into the cabin from the door. There wasn't even a hole blown in the wooden wall.
Dr. John was gone, but the foul-smelling paint from the soup had sprayed almost everything in the cabin. Inissa shook her head, "This is a 'dirty bomb', and its lethality does not depend on the shock produced by the explosion. "If contaminated by this brewed 'dark' power, ordinary creatures will suffer from limb ulceration and plague at best. If it is serious, they may even die. They need to be fully purified to avoid becoming a secondary pollution source." Wayne quietly opened up another perspective. The lines in those places where the stinky stuff has been stained are indeed no longer clear. The brightness of some lines has obviously dimmed a lot, some have become intermittent dotted lines, and some lines have even been corroded into jagged shapes. Wayne's heart sank. "Is it easy to make a 'dirty bomb' like this?" “I don’t know much about this.” Inesa chose her words carefully: "You probably want to assess how many dirty bombs like this one the other side might have? “Making something usually requires technology, time and raw materials. We only know that the other party has reached a certain level in terms of technology, but we don’t know how long he has been preparing, nor how much raw materials he has available. "But obviously, when dealing with such 'prey', we should avoid fighting it at its intended location." Wayne thought about it again: "Then how should we deal with such a scene?" Inesa's lips curled up slightly. "Let's just tell Pastor Hake. Let the Holy Spirit Church deal with this kind of thing on its own." Lina's voice came from not far away: "Are you all okay? I found someone else in there." … The man with his hands tied behind his back in another cabin was an old townsman. Wayne recognized him at a glance. However, considering the special situation here, after untying the restraints on his mouth, Wayne did not rush to help him untie it, but quietly handed over the holy water bottle: "Uncle Charlie, it's okay. Drink some water and relax." Uncle Charlie is a typical "redneck" uncle, in his early fifties, strong and healthy. He runs a grocery store in the town, mainly selling farm tools and other things. After the other person took a big gulp of holy water, Wayne saw Inessa shake her head slightly, and then he continued to untie him. Afterwards, Uncle Charlie sat there and stretched his hands and feet, while Wayne asked him something: "Uncle Charlie, why are you here? Are you developing this farm?" "Yeah. I thought I'd better have some business now that I'm old, so I hired some people for a short period of time from time to time to develop this area. I used to deliver farm tools to farms, and I met Dr. John and said hello to him. Who knows what made him crazy? He pointed a gun at me and tied me up." Wayne looked at the situation in the wooden house, which seemed to be where the pioneers usually lived: "Who usually lives here?" "During the busy farming season, it is used to house the hired workers. Now is the growing season for the wheat fields, so there is no need for so many people. Apart from me coming here regularly, there should be no one living here." Uncle Charlie said.
So that's how it is. As long as you understand the rules, this is a good place to do something temporary. It’s a pity that the clue was lost again. But those who can understand the travel patterns of the townspeople are most likely those who live in the town. Wayne originally thought that the magic circle in the cabin should be something worthy of careful study and observation. However, after being sprayed by Stinky, the two professionals seemed unwilling to go into the stinking cabin to study it, so they had to give up for the time being. The imagined battle did not take place, so a few people confirmed the situation at the scene, simply sprinkled some holy water, and escorted Uncle Charlie back to the town. It seems that the new book has been released, and there is one less channel for exposing the new book. Sir, please vote and read Electronic pets need to be fed
