Guardian Chapter 173: Shocking explosion

"The shopkeeper, make two or two sesame oils."

Chen Feng dressed up in disguise, wearing shabby clothes, and deliberately smeared his face into a chapped face that had been exposed to the sun.

He wears a felt hat dyed and turned black, his beard is thickened with thick stubble, he wears a gown with a dark collar that seems to have not been washed through for several years, and he steps on dusty cloth shoes and embraces Crock, bang, bang, smash the door.

This is an image of a middle-aged man whose family is not very wealthy, who is running around for life, working fast and rickety.

This is the image of a poor peasant who wants to eat oil at home, but can't afford more, so he can only pick up two or two rapeseed oil and stir-fry by the drop.

This is a brick smashed into Dashun territory, and it can smash several images of the general public that look almost the same.

Popular dressing, popular face shape, popular dressing, the general public is ordinary, unremarkable, the image of an honest person that makes people feel relieved at first glance.

If it weren’t for Zeng Shuyou and the guard of Dali Temple who were ambushing in the dark, Chen Feng didn’t need to be so troublesome, he would just use bone squeezing, Liu Jie, Song Zan, prison officer...and even more characters. , At your fingertips, the transformation technique is more flawless than the make-up technique.

Under the plaque of the sesame oil workshop, the gate was closed.

The unique raw oily smell of the fried rapeseed mixed with the fragrance of cooked oil, mixed with the smell of straw, exudes far away.

The smell is actually not good, there will be a smell of earthy smell mixed with the heat, like...like the smell of cow dung that has just been dried.

"Boom, boom, boom." Knocking on the door continued.

"The oiler, is there anyone else."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Chen Feng leaned against the wooden door, bang~dongdong~dongdongdong, knocking hard and unforgiving, most of the time he knocked hard without opening the door.

"Don't knock, it's annoying." A low growl came from the inside, getting closer and closer, but still did not open the door, the person inside looked out through the crack of the door, and said: "Here is In oil refining workshops, sesame oil is not sold in bulk. You have to buy oil and go to grain and oil shops."

Oil plants do not sell retail investors, only distributors...Chen Feng instantly sorted out the relationship between China and China. He never imagined that Dashun Dynasty would be the same as his previous life. Once the company became large, he would no longer face individual customers.

If you can’t knock on the door, you can’t go in. You can’t violently push the workshop that is suspected of hiding light oil. In case the mob fish inside breaks the net and detonates light oil, the surrounding alleys may not be kept.

"I've come here, so I'll give you something to sell. Isn't it enough for me to hit a catty?" Chen Feng looked sad, and he secretly gave his dream to the opponent.

Affected by this, the door squeaked open, an inch of short hair, a greasy upper body, all muscles, especially the arm muscles of the oil press, showed up.

"You are waiting here." The oil press master grabbed the earthen jar in Chen Feng's hand, turned and walked towards the oil depot.

On the earth dam leading to the oil depot, one side is piled with rice straw concrete residue and rapeseed pressed cakes, and the other is piled with iron rings for pressing cakes. Several bare-chested workers are pushing back and forth and hoisting in mid-air. The stakes hit the oil pressing discus into layers.

With the constant impact and the twisting rope tightened, the oil mixed with foam slowly dripped onto the oil passage.

The raw oil from the oil channel has to go through cooking, filtration and sedimentation before it is the cooked oil that is sold to thousands of households.

What Chen Feng wants to hit is the cooked oil in the oil depot.

He put his hands in his pockets as if no one was next to him, bowed slightly towards the threshold, and held the distance scale in the cautious and warned eyes of several oil presses.

Looking at these muscular oil press workers, Chen Feng couldn't help feeling that the ancient method of oil extraction is to train people. If the gym in the previous life introduces this project, it can not only generate income, but also fitness, I am afraid it will arouse people's attention. Snatch it wildly.

No way...Chen Feng found something unusual. These workers who seemed to be pressing oil fit the physique of an oil press, but they didn't sweat.

This is impossible. Calculate the time. This is not the time when the work just started, and the degree of twisting and compression of the oil cake shows that there have been many impacts before.

With such a heavy workload and such a thick log, waving back and forth, it is impossible for the oil press to sweat.

Chen Feng speculates that there are two possibilities.

First, because of the intensity of work, a group of oil presses have just been changed.

Secondly, these people are not oil crushers.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Feng turned his head and found an oil press holding a discus aloft, making a move to hit the back of his head.

The oil press of "Zheng Lian Tie" was taken aback for a moment, holding the discus and looking around, pretending for a while, seeing Chen Feng unmoved, he simply stopped pretending.

"I want your life." The oil press growled, his arms shook, and the discus whizzed towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng caught the discus, held it firmly on top of his head, bent his elbow, and said, "I will give it back to you."

Where did the discus come from and where it went, the whistling sound with a whirling sound was heavier.

The oil press didn't have time to evade, so he picked it up with the wrong hand, only feeling that a huge force hit his chest like a crazy bull.

This huge force is still full of spin, rubbing like a spiral pill in his arms.

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and he understood what the origin of these oil presses came from.

The oil press who received the discus in front of him did not imagine being knocked into meatloaf by the discus.

His muscles are exuding weird fluctuations, and his bones have changed with cognition beyond ordinary human physiological structure.

The oil press was rubbing the discus, his lower body remained motionless, his upper body twisted into a twist continuously by the rotating force, like twisting his upper body, his upper body turned 360 degrees.

This is not in line with the human body structure, but it meets Chen Feng's expectations.

Zombie physique... This group of oil crushers are the zombie of the Eighteen Hells.

At different positions on the top of the head, behind, and soles of the feet, and at the same time, familiar shadow killing fluctuations were heard. Chen Feng further confirmed the identity of this group of zombie people, the killer of the shadow organization, or the high-level daily killing.

Simultaneous attack in the face of three day killers.

If the meeting is still in Tanzhou Stone Forest, Chen Feng will deal with the difficulties.

However.

Now he has not only learned the Zombie Body Art, he is also a master of Shadow Killing.

A shadow circulates, and Chen Feng melts in place like an elemental man.

Use Shadow Kill to deal with Shadow Kill.

Puff puff three times.

Three shining dark spots, not yet formed, were locked in reverse by Chen Feng with Shadow Kill.

The shadows flow.

Chen Feng raised his head in the shadow lava with the carving knife.

With his whole body jumping out of the ground.

Three blood flowers that are gradually reddening, bloom in the middle of the sky with a coquettish color.

Shouyuan, blood, and spirit were sucked by the carving knife, leaving only the essence of the zombie physique.

The discus press who just turned back to his body, his eyes were shocked.

The strange middle-aged farmer in front of him gave him a familiar and inexplicable sense of horror.

The man who is circulated in the clan is a man of destiny, who learned the zombie physique and shadow killing in a few days, and made the entire shadow team hateful in the vicinity of the Four Sacred Mountains.

"You...you are..." The oil press pointed to Chen Feng, who was walking calmly with the blood stains, and backed away subconsciously.

"Is ironing fun?" Chen Feng's mouth was frivolous, and he smiled: "I didn't look for you, you guys jumped to Kyoto, I said I was in the interrogation room of Dali Temple before, how could there be a familiar feeling of fluctuation? , It turned out to be you guys."

The oil press confirmed that the person in front of him is the **** reed town traitor, the deadly nemesis of Destiny Chen Feng.

Without thinking, he turned around and ran away.

Huhuhu...

One discus after another was kicked and kicked at the oil press by Chen Fenglian.

The oil press suddenly felt that the sky was full of spinning discus, which not only blocked his retreat, but also disrupted the surrounding space.

The oil press has just performed a shadow kill and wants to escape.

Chen Feng reversed the lock, and used the back of the carving knife to slap off the oil press's Shadow Killer display.

The oil press screamed strangely, and was really hit by one discus after another.

Looking at the dying oil press drowning under the discus, Chen Feng pulled out an exquisite scale.

This can't let the carving knife "eat", Linglong scales the life of the soul prostitute, to see what role the Zombie plays in the more and more confusing cases in the recent period.

"Huh?" Chen Feng heard the movement outside the door, and silently put the carving knife and Linglong scale into the void shuttle.

The fully armed guards of Dali Temple, surrounded by Zeng Shuyou who were walking fast, flocked to them.

"Clear the field." Zeng Shuyou waved his hand, and Ji Wei rushed into various areas of the oil mill.

"Are you okay." Zeng Shuyou walked up to Chen Feng, looked up and down, and said: "The guard who was monitoring the movement of the oil mill at high altitude gave the semaphore that you were besieged. I will bring someone in to support him."

"Do you think I am like someone in trouble." Chen Feng pointed to the oil press on the ground who was crushed by a pile of discus, and said: "Things are complicated. It's not like the hiding of the monsters in Kyoto On the contrary, it is like a hidden workshop of the Zombie."

"Zong Clan?" Zeng Shuyou was taken aback for a moment, and the knots between his eyebrows were twisted again, "It's really a wave of unrest and another wave, and the eighteen prisons are also involved? How can the paper maker bridge, the coroner's return to the soul cliff, The eighteen prisons of the corpse-back people, including you, the soul master, reincarnation, the Yinyi six veins are almost gathered."

"I'm afraid it's more than..." Chen Feng was about to speculate, but was interrupted by the voice of the guard.

"My lord, come and see."

Chen Feng and Zeng Shuyou looked at each other, with doubts in their eyes.

They heard incredible emotions from the voice of the guard.

The oil pressing equipment exposed outside the earth dam is only a very small part of the oil press.

A large number of oil pressing equipment is set up in a special oil pressing room.

In the oil press room at this time.

The smell is full of blood.

On the twisted turntable and compressed oil cake, dark red blood drops are dripping.

In the frothy oil channel, there are red blood lines, which are slowly diverging and fading into the bubbling iron pot.

The oil cakes piled up on the first base and the first base, and the stumps and broken arms can be seen.

The real sesame oil mill oil squeezer is squeezed as rapeseed.

The hot and strong smell of oil in the room, and the smell of dried cow dung, can't hide this **** and earthy smell.

Hell's millstone, this world is on earth.

This is how much hatred and hatred I can think of such a perverted way.

This must be a way that the zombie family that has been suppressed in the Eighteen Prison for three hundred years can come up with.

"Oh..." Zeng Shuyou retched for a while, and took out a delicate small jade bottle from under the mask to the tip of his nose, which made it a little better.

It was just the immediate shock, which subverted his cognition.

There are many strange cases in Dali Temple. Have you ever seen a purgatory on this scale?

Chen Feng checked the stump of the broken arm with a heavy face.

"It can be seen that this is a monster physique." Chen Feng held a broken leg, grabbing the texture of the fish scales on it, and gestured to Zeng Shuyou: "Our previous suspicion is correct. The sesame oil workshop is indeed the stronghold of the monster. It’s just that the Zombie is one step ahead of us."

"Oh..." Zeng Shuyou staggered back half a step, avoided the broken leg, and said: "Two points are unclear, why the zombie should torture and kill the monsters in this way? Are they here for light oil or pure I want to kill the monster."

Chen Feng can probably understand the relationship.

From the Tanzhou Bureau, the zombie clan’s attitude towards the monster clan can be glimpsed.

However, Zeng Shuyou’s suspicion is indeed reasonable. What is the purpose of the Zombie’s doing this in Kyoto? Are you afraid of exposing yourself in conflict with Yaozu?

"No." Chen Feng suddenly dropped his broken leg, wiped the corner of his sleeve, and said: "I have reason to suspect that the Zombie was commissioned to kill."

"Quiet again? Why do you see it?" Seeing Chen Feng's hand wiping his sleeves, Zeng Shuyou's eyelids jumped subconsciously...This person is too...not trivial.

"Because of Shadow Kill." Chen Feng saw that Zeng Shuyou was unclear, and said: "The Shadow Killers organization is present in Tanzhou, and the identity of the zombie clan is revealed. The training conditions for shadow killing are harsh, and not every zombie can be cultivated. , The zombies pretending to be oil presses outside the earth dam all resorted to shadow kills, and they were still high-level daily kills..."

"No, there is someone missing. There is also an oil press who took my crock pot into the oil depot to make oil."

Zeng Shuyou also reacted, and under the guidance of Ji Wei, the two came to the oil depot.

A security guard reported the search results immediately.

"Report, the oil mill did not find anyone else."

"Moving traces from the oil barrels in the oil depot, I found a few barrels of oil missing."

"The remaining oil drums are mixed with light oil."

"Be careful, no smoking, no collision." Zeng Shuyou pointed to the guard who was carrying the light oil drum, and motioned to handle it gently.

"Sure enough, the light oil hiding spot." Zeng Shuyou rubbed his hands and looked a little excited, "This is a worthwhile trip, at least destroying the Yaozu light oil hiding spot, the biggest hidden danger is eliminated."

"I'm afraid there is a greater crisis waiting for us." Chen Feng shook his head, and pointed to the trace left by the oil barrel on the ground, "If the light oil is not in the hands of the Yaozu, but in the hands of the Zombie , Their destructive power is greater than that of the Yaozu. After all, the zombie is playing the banner of rejuvenation, and it must be the idea of ​​the Dashun imperial family."

"No...it's your idea."

A faint voice seemed to ring in Chen Feng's mind.

In a hurry, Chen Feng's face was pale, he didn't have time to think about it, and his face was bloodless and yelled "Back, back, and leave the oil depot."

"Late." The cold voice was playful, and there was a kind of ecstatic pleasure.

Fan Xiaoxi, Fan Xiaoxi is not dead...Chen Feng's eyelids jumped wildly, and his speed has been reached to the extreme.

He hugged the bewildered Zeng Shuyou, only had time to cover the two people, and even the third person could not be put into the sky.

Sparks are flying everywhere.

The oil barrel sparks everywhere.

The oil drum filled with light oil and rapeseed oil was splattered with sparks.

The entire oil depot and even the oil mill are full of sparks everywhere.

At the same time that Fan Xiaoxi transmitted the sound to Chen Feng, he had already performed the secret technique of the zombie bloodline-Shadow Tribulation.

This time, he greatly reduced the power of Shadow Tribulation.

The whole sesame oil workshop was shrouded in it, just to give the oil workshop a bunch of sparks.

A single spark is enough to cause a light oil explosion, and a group of sparks is equivalent to covering the entire oil mill.

The roar and explosion without warning.

Resounded through the clouds.

An inverted black-gray mushroom cloud hits the sky.

A small part of Kyoto was shaken.

A few miles from the oil workshop, it was razed to the ground.

The diameter of the blasted pit exceeds 30 meters.

Thick smoke billowing, smoke and dust everywhere.

Incompletely burning smoke, like black goose feathers, floats everywhere.

It's raining.

Black rain.

Black mud rain.

The ruins of the burning oil workshop burned more and more prosperously in the rain.

There is more smoke, more fire, and darker rain.

The sky of even Kyoto.

They were all dyed black.

Fan Xiaoxi, who watched all of this from afar, looked at the apple in his hand that was stained with black rain, and felt irritated for no reason.

She crushed the apple fiercely, gritted her teeth and said:

"Apples are not tasty, apples are not tasty at all."

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