Master?

When Feng Liang heard the old man explaining tremblingly, he immediately remembered the place where he first met the old man - the entrance of Confucius Temple.

He originally thought that Confucius Temple should be a place that worships sages like Confucius Temple. In some historic villages, Confucius Temple sometimes replaces ancestral halls and talks about responsibilities such as tea halls, and is used for large-scale activities such as ancestor worship, gatherings, etc. Therefore, there is a Confucius Temple located in the center of the village, which is not too abrupt.

But now it seems that the word "Teacher" is an extremely abrupt thing.

Looking at the old man huddled in the corner of the wall, Feng Liang couldn't help but feel a little pity, his attitude eased a little, and asked in a soft tone: "Master, what is Master?"

The old man had tears in his eyes, and the old man bit his shriveled lips, without answering Feng Liang's question, but just shook his head.

"Youngsheng, don't worry about that old thing!" The glasses' uncle suddenly interrupted. The fat man's death made him, as a companion, feel sad that the rabbit died and the fox was sad, and he became more and more nervous: "What should we do? Should we save the fat young man? Or stay here and wait for the fog to dissipate?"

Feng Liang sighed, and was a little hesitant for a moment.

His heart is not that ruthless. If he had hope to save the fat man, he wouldn't mind giving it a try. But this white mist is so evil that if he just rashly enters it, Feng Liang may not be able to protect himself.

Waiting might be a good way - the fog will definitely dissipate, otherwise this old man would not live today.

Thinking of this, Feng Liang looked at the old man and asked again: "Master, when will the fog dissipate?"

The old man shivered and stammered: "Master... and his disciples, they will be separated after they have enough food."

Eat full? A student?

"You mean, there is not only one Master in the fog, there are others..." Feng Liang paused and organized the wording, "Monster?"

Hearing the word monster, the old man was shocked, shook his hand repeatedly, and said in horror: "Not to do it! Nothing to do it!"

What can't be done?

Feng Liang narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man with a frightened look. It seemed that the villagers of Yabatun were frightened by these so-called disciples of Master, and even talked respectfully behind their backs.

He walked to the window and wanted to see the situation outside through the window paper, but the window paper covered the scene outside tightly.

What is this Bai Wu and the thing that caught the fat man just now?

Is it some unknown beast? Or are it those alien creatures in Stephen King's work "The Mist"? Or are the spirit monsters like the undead resentful ghosts?

Just as Feng Liang was thinking, the glasses' uncle started to make noise again: "You know when the master will be full! If the fog doesn't clear after an hour, I will... just do it!"

Feng Liang was stunned and then remembered the face-hugging insect on the uncle's arm.

According to the order of the scarfaced man, the bug will not attack the uncle within two hours. But if the white fog cannot dissipate for two hours, it is almost impossible for them to return to the stronghold. The scarfaced man who cannot get the information he wants will definitely...

Feng Liang felt guilty that he could not save the fat man. He didn't want the glasses to suddenly die in front of him, with a hole in his chest.

Thinking of this, Feng Liang pulled open the zipper of his backpack, patted the things inside, and shouted: "Come out!"

"Ha! I'm suffocating!" Billy immediately came out of his dark backpack, and his glass eyeballs rolled around excitedly, looking around, his chin opened and closed quickly, "It feels so good to breathe fresh air!"

After slapping the wooden head, Feng Liang said dissatisfiedly: "You don't even have a respiratory system, how can you hold it back!"

"It feels! It feels!" Billy smiled and defended, "Breathe with your heart! My heart is very pure, my head!"

The old man and the glasses looked at the puppets who suddenly came out of their backpack and jumped up and down with words, and were so scared that they were confused.

The glasses had some knowledge at least. Looking at the puppet smiling at him, he swallowed, squeezed out a smile, and asked, "Youngsheng, what kind of intelligent robot are you, are you? Ha, it's quite realistic..."

The uncle felt something hit his chest and fell to the ground with a cry of pain. When he came to his senses, he found that the puppet was riding on his chest. His face, which was obviously unchanged, had an inexplicable ferocious feeling.

"You are the robot! You are the real! Your fucking pussy is so real!" Billy pinched the uncle's neck and roared in a sharp and harsh voice: "I have never seen a puppet! Tumblr! Wood is the most perfect carrier in the world! Machines, believe it or not, I grind your hips into gears! I..."

Feng Liang walked over slowly, kicked Billy out and threw him on the wall.

"Stop talking nonsense." With a cold face, Feng Liang stared at Billy and ordered: "Come here and help him get rid of this bug!"

He got up with pain and screamed, Billy walked to the uncle with glasses, followed Feng Liang's instructions dissatisfiedly, pinched the face-cuffing insect on the uncle's arm, pinched it, and looked at it curiously.

After a while, Billy raised his head and nodded, his tone full of confidence: "I mean nothing!"

The uncle with glasses is happy to behave.

"Just amputation!" Billy rubbed his hands excitedly, turned his neck to look for a kitchen knife, "Hey, let me go! I'm professional!"

"Don't!" The uncle panicked and cast a look at Feng Liang for help: "I think I can still save it!"

With a light cough, Feng Liang cleared his throat and said lightly: "Billy, whether this uncle's arm can be kept determines whether your arm will still be on your shoulders in the future. If you dare to do anything randomly, I will put your arm down as chopsticks."

As his chin fell down, Billy made a funny expression in a "drilling" manner, then closed his chin manually, and said with a smirk: "Boss, I'm joking! However, the bug is really tightly held, and it can't be pried without a knife!"

Holding a cigarette, Feng Liang took out a thermos from his bag and threw it hard in front of Billy.

Subtext-I want to live.

"This..." Billy shrugged and smiled bitterly: "Then I can't do anything. You also know that my specialty is to make people feel loyal and slim and remove insects, but..."

Feng Liang narrowed his eyes and stared at the puppet for a while. It was not until Billy felt uncomfortable that he stood up and walked to the stove to search for something.

After a while, Feng Liang picked up a few pieces of charcoal that had not been burnt yet, found a small tiled basin from the cupboard, put the charcoal into the basin, and pulled some newspapers that covered the wall to light it.

"Uncle, put your arms on the basin and roast them with fire." Feng Liang nodded and looked at Billy again: "You are lying on the uncle's face."

I don’t know what Feng Liang meant, but the helpless uncle subconsciously followed Feng Liang’s opinion. As for Billy, he didn’t dare to refute it.

Following Feng Liang's instructions, the uncle held his arm above the brazier with a look of resistance, grinning, and enduring the burning sensation.

Billy fell in love with the face-to-face worm, and hugged it in advance on his face, his eyes were dull, not knowing why he was holding this greasy face.

The arms and the face-cuffing bug were hanging above the brazier. After a while, the arthropods that had been stiff for a long time suddenly began to tremble slightly.

Feng Liang, who led the old man and hid under the table and observed secretly, looked happy and shouted: "Billy! Take advantage of the present!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Billy had no time to take action, the face-to-face worm suddenly jumped up and rushed straight to the face of glasses.

Fortunately, Billy had already blocked the uncle's face - the face-hunting bug failed to hug the middle-aged greasy man's face as he wished. Instead, he hugged a handful of dry wood, and a tail used to lay eggs was wrapped around, but he was embarrassed to find that Billy had no holes on his body.

"So disgusting!" Billy screamed, jumped to the ground with the face-hugger, struggled to break free from the arthropods on his body, and threw the face-hugger into the already open storage compartment.

"Nice!" Feng Liang cheered and the containment warehouse closed.

【Successfully contained the sample and obtained 300 points.】

The assistant's prompt sounded in his ears, and Feng Liang walked up to pick up the storage compartment, adjusted the size, and put it in his backpack, thinking about something.

Can you also get points by plundering other researchers' containment samples?

Haha, it seems that there are a lot of more feasible operations.

The uncle on the side felt relieved, got up from the ground, gasped, and thanked Feng Liang repeatedly: "Thank you, young man, you saved your life!"

"You're welcome." Feng Liang smiled, turned around and walked towards the cupboard, found a kitchen knife with some rust from it, put it in his hand and weighed it, and threw it to Billy.

After catching the heavy kitchen knife, Billy was stunned: "Boss, is this?"

Walking to the door, Feng Liang put his hand on the door handle and reached out to greet him: "Go out and have a look."

"Hey?!" Billy was startled and took a step back subconsciously.

Without his scenes before, it doesn't mean he doesn't know anything - even if he can't see anything in his backpack, Billy could hear clearly what everyone said through a layer of fabric.

Who knew what was outside? Billy held the kitchen knife and shook his head repeatedly: "Boss, is it not suitable or not, forget it!"

"You don't have to go out all the time." Feng Liang advised with kind words, "Pull your neck out and use the camera on your collar to take a look. If you have any questions, just shout help, and we will pull you back as soon as possible."

Billy hesitated for a while, walked over reluctantly, poked his head out of the crack in the door.

The glasses stood at the door, holding Billy's legs in his hand, ready to pull the damn puppet back at any time.

Feng Liang held the door handle with one hand, took out his cell phone with the other, and whispered: "Assistant, call out the picture of the camera on the collar."

A 1080P screen broadcast immediately appeared on the mobile phone screen.

Outside the door was a vast white fog, with very low visibility.

But the old man's courtyard was very small, and the gate of the courtyard could be vaguely seen from the camera.

The iron door was wide open, but Feng Liang remembered it very clearly that the old man did close the door before, and even locked it tightly with a lock.

Is the lock broken?

Feng Liang thought and enlarged the picture, but because the fog was too heavy, he couldn't see the lock's appearance clearly.

At this moment, the picture suddenly burst into pieces.

There was an extra human hand in the camera.

Feng Liang was shocked and subconsciously wanted to let Glasses pull Billy back. The words came to his mouth, but he swallowed them again.

No - Billy did not call for help, definitely not because he was blind and could not see the hand that was on his throat, but because he was pretending to be dead and pretending to be a harmless puppet.

If Billy is pulled back at this time, the owner of the hand will definitely notice something is wrong and take advantage of the situation to knock the door open.

Thinking of this, Feng Liang held his breath and made a quiet gesture to the uncle who was glasses.

The uncle was stunned, then nodded without making any sound.

Lowering his head, Feng Liang looked at the picture on his phone.

It was a hand with dark skin, bony bones, protruding joints, and there seemed to be less obvious webbed in the gap between the fingers. Five fingers moved around, and from the movement, they seemed to be playing with Billy's head.

Feng Liang carefully turned the miniature camera with as small amplitude as possible.

The camera slowly moved upwards, and the grayish-white hand was connected to an equally thin grayish-white arm. The thin body was hunched over, skinny and bone-filled, making people count the ribs, looking thin and short.
To be continued...