The cone-headed bullet rubbed past his ears and accurately hit the boiler nozzle of a steam locomotive driving in the front. The roaring explosion waves rushed the old wine forward.

In the perspective of the bird's eyes in the sky,

The wreckage of the motorcycle, which was burning with raging flames, rolled and cracked, and the metal fragments that flew violently, overturned two motorcycles, and the speed of the pursuit troops had to stagnate.

"Good shooting skills, great."

Chen Jiu raised his finger at Jizi, and Jizi nodded without saying a word, and responded. The two of them took advantage of the obstacles in the pursuit of the troops behind them and rushed into the whistling wind and snow.

...

The steam mixed with poisonous gas spread. Suddenly, a cowhide boot emerged from the air curtain. A figure shaking and slowly walked out. The breastplate rolled up and ragged, and a shirt wrapped around the head and neck, without revealing his eyes. Blood soaked in cloth kept pouring out.

"General!"

The military doctor next to him hurriedly ran up with a medical box, "God bless you, you are still alive. Please inject antidote first, and then I will treat you..."

"Need not."

D'Artagnan's voice passed through his shirt, and his tone was particularly weird.

"I'll handle it myself."

"this……"

The military doctor was about to give a few more words from a professional perspective, but D'Artagnan had already snatched the medical box and entered the nearest carriage.

He drove the rest of the people out of the car, closed the door, and even the few breathable windows around him were covered tightly, leaving only a sentence through the thick iron sheet:

"Let Brigadier General Moore leads the rangers to pursue the wizards, and the large army continues to march quickly."

The carriage was dim and stuffy, and a small skylight above my head cast a column of light, illuminating the dust floating in the air.

D'Artagnan took off the fabric, perhaps because his hands were shaking, and his head fell directly from his neck cavity. With a "bang", he fell into two halves along the blade.

The headless corpse body stretched out and groped for a while before touching the bloody parts, holding them in their arms, pinching the medical needle and threading them together, and a pair of eyeballs kept spinning in their eyes.

Sudden,

His eyes rolled up and stared at the skylight.

"My acting skills... aren't that good?"

On the skylight, a Siberian white gull lowered his head and his eyes collided.

...

"So it's you."

Chen Jiu had a tense face and his eyes were dim.

The moment he met "Dada Nian" again, many suspicious points intertwined in his mind. Although they were still in a mess, they finally caught the thread.

The monsters in the White Luqiu Beacon Fort are based on the Rakshasa monster specimens and are on stage for the first time;

Monsters can constrain their souls, occupy their bodies, and plunder memories, such as the zombie-like soldiers in the Beacon Fort, such as the chubby ferryman;

A few years ago, D'Artagnan led his troops into Luodiao Valley, and his entire army was wiped out and fled alone;

D'Artagnan in the dream is active in the stories of Babel, witches, princesses, fishmen... as if these poor fairy tales are all the past in his memory;

In addition, the Rakshasa demon group allowed the French army to travel through Luoyu Valley...

"I killed Dartanian's body, but not his soul."

Chen Jiu murmured to himself, and a bold guess emerged in his heart.

If the body is a bottle and the soul is water in the bottle, then in the Luodiao Valley a few years ago, the old bottle had already been replaced with the monster's new wine.

And the real Dartanian is like a ferryman playing video games, like the Dutch soldiers in the Beacon Fort, his soul is trapped in a monster-organized dream without knowing it...

"There is a high probability that there will be a connection between that monster and the Rakshasa demon."

Chen Jiu took a deep breath. He originally thought about what special methods the French army mastered to open a safe way under the eyes of the Rakshasa demon group. Now it seems that it is not that the French have the trick, but that the monster wearing D'Artagnan's skin has targeted Qianhusou.

certainly,

The lack of tangible evidence to support it is only his personal guess.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The motorcycle dial emits an alarm sound, bringing the aged wine back to reality.

The pointer representing fuel drooped to the bottom weakly, and the small red light flashed.

"Hey, you're out of steam."

The boy turned his head and shouted, "Don't be stunned, hurry up and get on my car."

The little brat, speaking is really unlucky... Chen Jiu twitched his mouth, pedaled heavily, jumped up, landed on the back seat of the boy, and the motorcycle he grabbed from the Frenchman slid into the snow pile, completely ending his mission.

"The pursuers follow closely, we..."

Before Jizi could finish speaking, he felt a heavy blow on his shoulders and a snoring sound came from his ears.

...

The slender back is independent in the water of the Dragon Blood Pond, and the golden brown hair is as bright as a glitter. The bright red dragon blood slid down its perky buttocks, and the water raised on its shoulders is frozen in the air.

Chen Jiu pulled his eyes away from the LCD screen in front of him and turned around.

Sitting beside him was a teenage-looking fat man wearing a T-shirt from "My Story", holding a can of Pepsi in his hand, and the residue of potato chips hung on the corner of his mouth.

"You have encountered fellow ferrymen!"

【Personal Column】

Name: Xu Yongjie (dead)

Blessing: empty

Skill: empty

Grade: Seventh grade (before life)

“…”

Chen Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

"Shh."

The little fat man raised a short and thick finger and pressed it on his lips.

"Don't talk, don't move, or that guy will find out. Time is precious, and you must remember that this is the last thing I can do for the ferryman."

"My name is Xu Yongjie, the seventh-grade Wu Buzi Ferryman. Five years ago, while I was conducting an independent exploration event, I encountered that monster in the Moscow region of Eastern Europe. Its name is "Red Apostle", which is also its breed. It is the source of all Rakshasa monsters in the Siberian region. I was originally swallowed by it and the fusion of consciousness was your chance to speak for me."

Chen Jiu blinked, expressing confusion.

"All the abilities of the Red Apostle are based on the Rakshasa demon. Where the Rakshasa demon exists is the range of activities of the Red Apostle. As far as I know, the Rakshasa demon will never die. Even if the internal organs, flesh and bones are cut off and the specimens are made, the cells will still be active... Are you from the ferryman's base plane?"

Chen Jiu nodded.

"Then you just need to treat the Red Apostle as a signal source and the Rakshasa demon as a signal base station."

The little fat man took a sip of Coke and burped.

"The Red Apostle can control the body by devouring the soul, but the dead are more difficult than the living. You just killed D'Artagnan, and the Rakshasa demons near the army are rare and the signal is not strong enough. In order to control the corpse, the Red Apostle has to pay some price and reveal a flaw. With this small loophole, I can briefly recover my consciousness and pull you in front of me. But after this matter, it will definitely notice it. In order to clean up the traces, I will completely erase myself."

"After going out, tell Kuzhou."

The little fat man stared at Chen Jiu,

Word by word,

"The Red Apostle is a seed from outside the territory."
Chapter completed!