Since Mr. Fan arrived at the command center, Minister Yan's heart has been very embarrassed. At first he really thought that Teacher Vatican had no way to deal with the monster. When he saw him take out the jar and walked aside, he gradually realized that what Mr. Vatican said was not able to deal with it means that his own strength was still lacking. But he has other means to clean up the mess.

Minister Yan wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and asked with a lingering fear: "Teacher Fan, have you never told lies in your life?"

In fact, he found out very early that Mr. Fan spoke very rigorously. Every word he spit out from his mouth has been considered thousands of times, and it has also stood the test of time and reality. He is simply demanding himself by the standards of saints.

But Fangalo's answer surprised Minister Yan.

He opened the jar, took out a thermos that he carried with him, and shook his head: "Of course I told a lie, and it was still a lie."

Minister Yan :! ! !

"What kind of big lies?" He was really curious about dying.

Fangallo shook his head and did not answer, but his eyes were empty and he fell into memory. But in an instant, he was awake again, and then poured the black liquid from the thermos into the earthenware pot, and the probe went in and gently stirred.

No one could see what was in the clay pot, but he could smell a very weird taste, some salty and salty, like blood; some lightly fragrant, like sandalwood;

Others may not know what the mixed taste is, but Minister Yan, who has children and daughters, immediately realized that the smell is not like a newborn baby? The **** smell was brought from the mother's stomach; the fragrant fragrance was unique to the fresh flesh; the sweet taste was unique to the milk.

What exactly is in this jar? Can't it be a baby?

Minister Yan extended his neck and tipped his toes, but only saw a black lacquered altar and teacher Fan's white hands like jade carvings.

But he quickly got the answer, just because Mr. Fan stirred the things in the jar evenly, then buckled up on the ground and started rubbing. It turned out to be a mass of mud, pure black, very delicate and soft, twisted into small **** one by one by the teacher's fingertips like white jade, and set aside.

It was just a moment of effort, and the big mud ball was divided into dozens of small mud pills by the dexterous hands.

Minister Yan looked confused, but he didn't dare to ask more. The rest of the people were unclear, so the screen was silent.

Fangalo held the rubbed pill half in his hand, and gently formed a small gourd with a thumb and index finger, and used a thin and sharp blade to draw two slender Bend and a curved arc.

Minister Yan took a closer look and suddenly admired. Don't look at the teacher's handiwork is very simple, but the finished product is smart and cute, vibrant, like a cute doll like a tumbler. They have big heads and round stomachs, slender eyes curved, small mouths raised high, and they seem to be very happy.

After finishing these tumblers, Van Gaal took them out of the command center, gently spread them on the ground, and said softly: "Go."

What to go? Where to go? Minister Yan followed the teacher's butt, step by step, with question marks all over his head, and then these question marks all turned into thick red exclamation marks.

I saw these little tumblers shook back and forth after landing, and then their heads went down, and they plunged into the soil and disappeared. They have no hands or feet, but run fast one by one.

"Teacher Fan, are they alive?" Minister Yan, who was used to the big scene, couldn't help but be surprised.

"It used to be alive." Fangallo threw a frightening statement: "They are all his children."

Minister Yan followed Teacher Van's line of sight and looked back at the monitor screen, facing the face that was originally ugly, but now beautiful and intriguing.

"Why is his child in your hands?" Minister Yan was puzzled and horrified.

"Do you remember Su Fengxi's case?" Fangallo reminded.

Minister Yan had seen the case and naturally remembered it clearly, so he nodded.

"The jar was copied from Su Fengxi's villa. It contained ashes of many children. I condensed them into dozens of them. The child's mother is Su Fengxi. Who do you guess the child's father? "

Minister Yan froze for a while before pointing the trembling fingertips to the monster on the screen: "Is he?"

"It's him." Fangallo sighed: "It is the nature of children to desire parental love. They will naturally go to dad. We just sit and wait."

"Oh, okay." Minister Yan followed behind the **** of Teacher Fan and walked into the command center in a terrible voice. He thought about the appearance of the army when he first arrested Zhang Wencheng. He was so thin that there was only a skeleton, wrapped in a stinky and black skin sac, and the white hair on the top of his head was mottled and mottled. Out of the corpse.

When one is alone in one's own home, one should have been the most relaxed, natural, and true, so it can be seen that the ugly appearance of a corpse should be the norm of Zhang Wencheng. When ordinary people see him, they will be scared to death, but Su Fengxi can cope with him and have so many children. How did she endure it?

Minister Yan thought more and more hairy in his heart. After sitting down, he couldn't help but shivered hard. He really does not understand the world of aliens. In order to gain strength or longevity, they seem to be able to do the ugliest thing in the world.

"Mr. Fan, Minister Yan, what should we do now? Is there a plan for the next step?" A lieutenant general could not sit still, fearing that the monster would run out of the deep valley immediately after regaining energy.

"Wait, the **** of blood is constant." Van Gogh spoke calmly.

Minister Yan clapped and said: "Wait, wait, don't worry. Oh yes, why are you alone tonight? Dr. Song?"

Van Gogh: ...

His light, serene eyes were rippled, and there was a moment of silence: "He should still be sleeping at his own home. I came in a hurry, and I forgot to notify him."

Minister Yan said strangely: "Aren't you living together?"

Van Gogh: ...

He lowered his eyelids, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he shook his head and chuckled. Lang Run's laughter also dyed the otherwise dead and frightened night a little lightly. Smiling, he took out his phone and sent a text message to the number he knew best.

Minister Yan didn't dare to spy on his privacy, so he turned his gaze to the monitor screen, but suddenly found that a few black dots were jumping on the dead white mountains. At first he thought he was wrong, and he enlarged the picture several times before he finally determined which small dots were the dozens of tumbler dolls that Mr. Fan had released before.

Their muddy bodies were wet, soft and soft, crawling up and down with their dead bones, but there was no sound at all.

The monster was still sitting on the top of the mountain to rest, and the scarlet eyes were covered by the eyelids, so it seemed very peaceful.

Even though these dolls are constantly approaching the target person, Minister Yan doesn't think they can change anything. How could a clay doll be able to deal with that kind of invulnerable monster? What exactly does Fan San want to do? Does such waiting make sense?

Minister Yan was very upset and uneasy, but because of several times of cooperation, he had already had an unshakable trust in the teacher, and even no objections were raised.

Several lieutenant generals could not bear it, and kept asking: "What are we waiting for? What can dozens of mud ideas do?"

As soon as their words fell, the dozens of mud ideas flew to Zhang Wencheng with closed eyes and a sleepy eye. He suddenly opened his eyes and rolled back, but was firmly bitten by a few mud ideas hitting from behind.

Yes, bite, like ticks bite human flesh, like Zhang Wencheng bite those cows, they will die if they get bloody. These clay dolls opened up the corners of their mouths, and they showed two rows of white sensen's sharp fangs. In a flash, Zhang Wencheng bit out a small hole in the skin sac that could not even penetrate the shells, and then twisted round Got into his belly.

"Dad, daddy, daddy ..." They even talked, their voices whispered and sweet, and they sounded naive and cute.

But these sounds are in the ears of Zhang Wencheng, but they are not intimidating, and his handsome face shows a terrified expression.

He was arrogant and arrogant before, but now he turns his head in a state of frustration, looking around and aiming around, as if every tree here, every grass, even every skeleton under his feet Became the man he was most afraid of.

"Van Gallo? Is it you? Is it you?" He was so panicked that he couldn't stand upright. He fell down from a mountain of dead bones, and looked like a dog for the family.

He began to roll around, howling, as if the pain was extremely extreme, his hands were constantly flapping on his body, scratching, tearing, and soon his own beautiful skin was bruised and bloody. The mud dolls got into his flesh, just like mud ideas into the sea, they soon melted, and they couldn't get rid of it anyway.

His body began to rot from the inside, and black and red blood oozed out of the skin sac and spilled all over the floor. He grabbed those dead bones and climbed to the top of the mountain, just like a moth subconsciously fluttering into the fire, and he couldn't even find a way to escape.

Minister Yan and several deputy generals stared at this scene open-mouthed.

They thought this monster was invincible, and it was irresistible to the intensive artillery and the army of tens of thousands of people. However, in the case of the teacher Vatican, he could only solve the problem by throwing a few mud ideas.

The monster apparently knew the teacher Brahma, and at that moment he was shouting the teacher Brahma's name. He was obviously scared of him, otherwise he wouldn't panic into this look without hitting him in the face.

Seeing the monster rolling over and out of the way, an idiom suddenly popped up in Minister Yan's mind-fart rolling and urinating.

"These children were chopped off their flesh and gut, squeezed into juice, and their bones were left, burned to ashes." Fangallo said slowly: "The pain he now endures is not as great as the pain these children once experienced One. All good and evil have cause and effect, and no one can hide it. "

Minister Yan looked at the mud dolls that had been plunged into Zhang Wencheng's body, and suddenly felt a bit of chill. The darkness of people's hearts is most vividly reflected in this scene.

Several lieutenants had been dumbfounded. Although they were full of fear, there was no way to blink.

"Almost, I'll clean up the mess. Before you make sure that he has completely lost his offensive power, you'd better not come close." Fangallo stood up and said.

"Okay, I will let the helicopter take you over." Minister Yan then broke free from the ice cave and walked out quickly.

---

Tens of minutes later, Van Gaalo fell on a lawn in the valley by a rope ladder. Hundreds of sharpshooters lay prone on the slopes around the valley and aimed at the dying Zhang Wencheng with a gun. His body, which had just returned to human form, had become dilapidated at this time, and the black holes were gurgling out of the blood, and the internal organs were leaking out.

Now, he can't keep up with the appearance of the former corpse.

He stared at a pair of **** pupils and looked at the helicopter hovering above his head. He seemed to realize something. He could not help deflecting his head and glanced down. His eyes full of fear were aligned with Van Gogh climbing up step by step.

The sword hanging over his head finally fell, but did not cut his neck, but pierced his spine straight, making his body and soul weak and weak. His high head fell heavily on the dry bone, and two lines of blood and tears shed in the blink of an eye.

Several drones broadcast his terrified and desperate helplessness to the command center, which made Minister Yan and others see clearly. Faced with such a face of blood and tears, no amount of fear disappeared in an instant. The command center sounded the sounds of slack, and some people patted their chests exaggeratedly, as if they had escaped from the dead and had a lingering fear.

"Hush, don't make a noise." Minister Yan waved his hands, beckoning everyone to be quiet.

So everyone held their breath and looked silently at the two head-on confrontation.

It is not appropriate to use head-to-head confrontation. It should be a casual situation and an enemy.

Zhang Wencheng's body stretched very tightly, his hands clasped the skeletons, and moved back little by little, trying to distance himself from Van Gogh. However, Van Gogh walked forward, bent down halfway, and picked a frost-like flower growing in the dead bone.

"Crystal orchid, which feeds on humus and carrion, where there is growth, there is death, also known as the flower of death." He twisted the extremely beautiful but creepy orchid, step by step to Zhang Wencheng, Bend down and place the flower on the other person's chest, as if the living were paying homage to the dead.

Zhang Wencheng's violently undulating chest immediately froze, even daring to breathe.

He was still moving back, and his handsome face was distorted by deep fear.

Fangallo squatted down halfway, lifted his jaw with his fingertips, carefully surveyed his familiar eyebrows, and said lightly: "The gentleman is unparalleled in the world, and he is like a jade. He cannot live with the world, but seek common ground Earth. The unparalleled son Zhang, you should return to earth. "

This sentence is like a desperation, making Zhang Wencheng completely give up his will to survive. He grinned upwards, and began to pull the dead bone under him, and then pulled out a bird cage made of gold wire, which had already been twisted, and pulled it out effortlessly, holding it in his hand.

"Do you remember this birdcage? When I fled, my ghost sent it to him. I still carry it with me wherever I go. Song Enci always asks me why, I can't answer, then At that time, I thought I could not answer my question with a broken head. But now I understand, in fact, I had a hunch from the beginning, we are like two birds in a cage in your eyes, flying no matter how high and far away, there will always be a day Will fall back to your palm. Hahaha, I knew from the beginning ... "

Van Gogh looked down at him with a low eyebrow, and his eyes were full of pity, but the pity seemed to come from a wood-carved clay Buddha, without any slight temperature and affection.