Chapter 21 Shaman Altar 1

Qin Zhong's back was supported by a hard thing, and a cold temperature was transmitted to his brain: "Don't shoot, we are good people." He doesn't know what kind of person is behind him, but this person speaks Chinese, which should not be the Russian soldiers just now.

Because of such panic, Yingzi's beautiful feeling just now disappeared in an instant.

The man behind Qin Zhong pulled out two knives at the back of Qin Zhong, and searched his body and touched his gun: "Don't move your hand, slowly turn around."

Qin Zhong and Yingzi slowly turned around and looked at them. They were actually two people who were not very tall. It seems that they should be Chinese.

"Who are you?" Qin Zhong didn't wait for the other party to ask himself and asked.

When someone heard this, he looked slightly surprised and said, "Who am I?" You? Huh? This man seems to have met somewhere!"

Another took over: "Isn't this curator Qin of the archives?"

Huh? Do you know me?

"Of course, you are not a celebrity in our city, but we know you. I don't have the courage to cross the primitive forest. As I know, only a normal person like you dares to do this. Go back quickly. This is in the Russian world. If you let If the Russians catch you, it will be difficult to deal with it.

"You haven't answered my question yet. You took my weapon and chat with me here." Qin Zhong didn't seem to take the gun in their hand seriously at all.

The visitor raised his eyebrows slightly and felt very surprised: "It's hard to say that you are stubborn and our identity is hard to say, but I want to ask you something. Did the Japanese spy you told us show up here just now?"

As soon as Qin Zhong heard this, he knew the identity of the other party: "Oh, catching spies, no wonder he stretched out his hand so well. I didn't see him himself, but I just saw a submarine, and several Russian soldiers fired shots and took a man away."

"Oh?" The two were very happy: "If they really took it away, it would be easy."

"Well, I also said what you want to know. Give me back my things, and I still have something to do." Qin Zhong said and stretched out his hand.

The man returned the two steel knives to Qin Zhong, but the pistol was still held in his hand: "I can't give you this thing. You know, this guy is prohibited in our country."

"Come on, this is Russia. You can't control me. I'll put it away when I go back." Qin Zhongming pretended to be a fool.

The man sneered and said goodbye to Qin Zhong's pistol: "Forget it, we really can't give you this. You go."

Where has Qin Zhong suffered such a loss? He nodded: "Well, you can take it away. Tomorrow I'll buy a submachine gun, AK47. I'll see how you find me."

"You!"

Qin Zhong took Yingzi's hand and passed by the two people. Just as he passed the shoulder, he inserted one hand into the person's chest and pulled out the future person's pistol. The steel knife in the other hand had already been fixed on the other person's neck.

"This time, let's change guns. I also want to try the grade of our country's official pistol."

"Don't, buddy, there is a number on the gun. If you take it, we can't cross it in the future. Besides, if you go back, you will be arrested and go to prison."

When Qin Zhong heard this, he pretended to be surprised: "My God, I still don't want it, but I have to get my gun back."

"Okay, I'll give you your gun to shoot a rabbit or something in the forest. Can you give me back my gun?"

Qin Zhong smiled proudly, took his pistol, skimmed back the pistol he touched, and pulled Yingzi back to the hotel.

And the two spies at the seaside were not caught, but when they heard what Qin Zhong said, they went straight to the Russian embassy and consulate.

Back to the hotel, the boss's wife had already prepared the meal according to their agreement. Guo Dafu also got up. The old mushroom was still floating by the window where they lived, staring at his dead head in a daze.

I don't know what was muttering in his mouth. When he saw Qin Zhong enter the building, the old mushroom hurried downstairs and grinned when he saw Qin Zhong: "Good news, I just heard something from my head say."

"What's the good news for us now?"

"Just now he said that he wanted to go back to the mountains to replenish energy, but he was always staring in one direction. I felt that the body should have been chased somewhere, or he had something to do with the shaman." The old mushroom seemed to want to say what he had never said.

Qin Zhong stared at the old mushroom carefully for a long time. He was sure that there must be nothing else about the old mushroom. This may be a big mystery.

Qin Zhong took a long breath and followed the old mushroom into his room. He was secretly happy when he saw a table of supper. Sometimes he felt that he was a little too much, but he thought it was not the boss's wife who was shameless. Turning around, he opened the rich clothes with the head of the old mushroom corpse and looked at the lookless. The two mouths on the top of Shengong's head were still chewing, and the eyes on his face rolled their eyes, as if they wanted to see something.

Then, he turned the dead man's head at an angle, and the eyes also followed his rotation, throwing his eyes in the direction he began to see.

Qin Zhong sneered and said, "It's true. This guy should have a sense of it. Look at the pain of his chewing and give him something to eat." With that, he picked up a bench and hit the man's head. Then he stuffed the leg of the stool into the mouth. Strangely, after the man's head was patted by Qin Zhong, he did not respond. Instead, he ate the wood on the bench clean. In a blink of an eye, a rotten wood like a bench grew under his head. Legs and feet.

"My God, this guy is really digestible. What do you eat? Can you talk? Tell me what's going on? What are you looking at?" Qin Zhong said and knocked with something else.

But at this moment, the old mushroom came to Qin Zhong and stopped him: "Well, my ancestor, don't toss around. If you really make this dead head sticky, our efforts will be in vain."

"Then you don't say what's going on. What if I don't let him say it?" Just after Qin Zhong said it, the old mushroom became serious and calm.

The old mushroom wrapped the dead head with clothes and said to Qin Zhong: "Actually, I am also a shaman wizard, because I am studying the magic of driving spells, so I had an essential conflict with the big shaman on the two statues at the door. From the beginning, they were discordant, and then they took my painstaking efforts from Yunnan. The two absolute spirits recovered from Tibet, and for this reason, the two of them even risked their lives.

"That's too much you did. Besides, you can still have such a place in the ice palace, which proves that you are definitely not an ordinary shaman."

"Yes, when our shaman ancestor heard about this, he positioned me as a wizard who harmed the country and the people. He began to want to drive me out of the mountains, but I was excluded by all the clan until he locked me in the ice palace and guarded those ice sculptures."

Qin Zhongga smiled and said, "This work is also said to be really good. You don't need to eat or wear it. Just stand there quietly and become a peerless spectacle. It's good."

"Don't laugh at me. To make a long story short, the shaman ancestor cursed me at that time, causing my body to change qualitatively. Fortunately, I took a step earlier and hid in my pet. Otherwise, my soul would have to become a zombie like that corpse."

"Luckin!" Qin Zhong continued to listen.

When the old mushroom said this, he looked angry: "This is not hatred. I also know that hatred is anger and will fall into the sea of fire. I just want to explain my will to our shaman ancestors at that time."

"Oh? Can you find your shaman?

"No, that's only known by those two big shamans."