"Hehe."
Old Lamp stood next to Zhang Heku's body, followed the hole in his neck, and took a look inside. Then he raised his stupid face and smiled at Wu Heng.
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Wu Heng glanced at Old Lamp speechlessly, feeling like a rabid monkey.
Old Lamp also reacted, waving his arms and gesticulating, asking if he wanted to change back to himself.
Wu Heng shook his head. The matter was not over yet. He winked in the direction where Li Yan disappeared not far away and walked to Old Lamp.
Old Lamp nodded with a ghostly mandrill face.
Wu Heng saw that the white bone wound on Zhang Heku's leg had stopped spreading. It seemed that he was dead. However, Tower Guardian had too many tricks, so it was better to destroy the body and eliminate traces.
He took out a handful of talismans and inserted them through the hole in Zhang Heku's neck.
Zhang Heku's head was now in his belly, because his shoulder bone and collarbone had been smashed by Old Lamp, so he squeezed in directly.
Siphon ability activated.
There is not much energy, almost none. It seems that Zhang Heku's ability comes more from his mysterious potions.
But Wu Heng is just to turn it into a mummy so that it can be burned easily.
Then he took out a sack, threw the shrunken body of Zhang Heku trapped in the metal mesh into it, and handed it to Old Lamp.
Then a poker appeared in his hand, he walked to the place where he had picked up the potion, picked up Zhang Heku's right palm, gestured to Old Lamp, and came to the place where Li Yan disappeared.
Wu Heng directly ignored the black traces formed by the remains of Swallow and Big Bug's body, and instead came to the place where the upper half of Big Bug's thrown away head was.
It looked like it had been marinated, with only the upper jaw of the cooked-meat-colored head, with stubble on the jaw, lying quietly on the ground.
He took out a very strong isolation bag, picked up Big Bug's head with pliers, dropped it in and sealed it.
Old Lamp stood quietly beside him, holding a sack in his long arm, with a strange expression that kept changing, looking at Wu Heng's movements curiously.
At this time, the two of them looked a bit like a monkey team.
"Hehe?"
Seeing Wu Heng put away Big Bug's head without intending to leave, Old Lamp asked.
"Old Lamp, step back a meter!"
Upon hearing this, Old Lamp took two steps back, his body tensed up, and he was ready to attack, staring closely at the ground where Big Bug's head disappeared.
Wu Heng A bowl-sized ultraviolet arc headlight suddenly appeared in his hand. With the sound of the switch, the purple light instantly illuminated the surrounding area within five meters.
Many mottled marks that are usually invisible to the naked eye are clearly visible under purple light.
"Hehe!" Old Lamp's neck instantly reached forward, observing the soil on the ground after Big Bug's head disappeared.
I saw more than a dozen white parasitic nematodes less than 20 centimeters long and as thin as toothpicks. They seemed to be disturbed and were digging hard into the soil.
When the purple light shines on them, the parasites seem to twist in pain, and the arc-shaped mouths on their heads open, revealing a circle of fangs.
Wu Heng pointed Zhang Heku's broken palm wound at the ground and stuck it to it.
As if they smelled life, these nematodes turned their direction instantly. More nematodes emerged from the soil and hurriedly burrowed into the remaining palm from the wound.
Through ultraviolet light, you can see more than 20 bugs inside the broken palm, entangled in a ball, swimming along the flesh and blood, as if they want to go to a more comfortable place.
Some nematodes accidentally penetrated the skin and were exposed to ultraviolet rays. They hurriedly retracted their heads as soon as they emerged.
After waiting for a while, no more white bugs came out. Wu Heng put the severed palm into the isolation belt, illuminated it with ultraviolet light, and continued digging in the soil with pliers.
After digging about half a foot deep, a bit of red appeared faintly and then disappeared into the soil.
Wu Heng continued digging twice, and a finger-long crimson nematode tail emerged from the soil.
The red nematode seemed to know that it had been discovered, and it instantly ejected to the ground and crawled up along the fire tongs, no slower than ordinary snakes.
Wu Heng had already been prepared. He immediately threw away the opener and a fly swatter appeared in his hand and swatted the red nematode.
There was a cockroach patch tied to the fly swatter, which I bought at a convenience store in ten seconds when I arrived.
The red nematode was instantly stuck and firmly fixed on it. Its round mouth opened and its fangs gnawed on the cockroach sticker. Unfortunately, its mouth was too small.
This red bug is more than 20 centimeters long and is exactly the Big Bug body that Wu Heng is looking for.
After Wu Heng recognized Big Bug's identity as a vampire, Youyou saw that he accidentally shook off his head when he was rolling, so he suspected that Big Bug's real body was hidden in his head.
And the body of other insects is too fragile. At night in the wild, various predators compete on the same stage, and they may be preyed on by something.
Therefore, the opponent is probably hiding in place, and when someone collects the body, he can instantly occupy the opponent's body.
After confirming that these three difficult Tower Guardians no longer had any backup, after completely burning the remains of Swallow and Zhang Heku into ashes and throwing them into the river, Wu Heng returned to the hotel.
He was sitting on the white sofa in the living room, seemingly waiting for guests.
There was movement from the window outside, and the disguised Old Lamp rolled in from there.
"It Comes, sit down!"
Wu Heng raises his hand to invite.
"Doctor, I feel so good today, haha."
Old Lamp sat down on the sofa carelessly, as if he still had something to say, he said cheerfully.
His image in the plot world this time is that of a dark-skinned man, about fifty years old, with a few wrinkles on his forehead, who looks like an ordinary middle-aged man who has gone through many difficult years.
"Don't be careless, there is someone who never showed up."
After Wu Heng poured a glass of boiling water for himself and Old Lamp, he took a sip from his own glass and said.
"Oh, the remaining one is definitely a waste."
"People from all three teams showed up. He is either from the Zhang Heku camp or from the photographer camp. He hasn't shown up yet. He is probably a mixed bag."
Old Lamp immediately sprayed the seventh person, picked up the water glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Wu Heng happily gave Old Lamp another drink.
"Right!"
Old Lamp touched his hand on the coffee table, and three things appeared on the coffee table:
A mahogany sword with a broken blade, a pile of bone fingers, and more than half a bottle of transparent liquid.
"This is the spoils of war today."
"Hehe, I grabbed it while the boy wasn't paying attention. This wooden sword is very powerful. Unfortunately, most of it is damaged now. It will probably be scrapped after not many uses. What a pity!"
Wu Heng glanced at Old Lamp in surprise.
Old Lamp held the three things forward with his hand, pushed them in front of Wu Heng, and then said:
"Being able to kill three enemies so easily this time is all thanks to you, doctor, even with or without me. I've given you these two things. I only need half of the potion."
"Doctor, the next plot mission depends on you."
Old Lamp said with a serious attitude, he did not even dare to have the thought of secretly pocketing it for himself.
Because the doctor with meticulous hair in front of him left a deep impression on him.
When he couldn't even find the direction, the other party had already used his wisdom to figure out the clues and easily tricked three Tower Guardian to death.