Chapter 1688 System, Where Is My Sheep? !

Latest website: Roland personally led three hundred gray temple elites to ride three flying eagles to the Thunderstorm Mountain Range. After seeing the tragic scene, even experienced investigators, many of them vomited on the spot.

"Incinerate and bury all the corpses, take the living ones back, and put them directly in a secret cell. Hand over the interrogation to the intelligence department and report directly to me. The rest of the people have no authority to know." Roland said with a sullen face, turning his gaze from there Take back the evil altar.

"yes!"

Everyone agreed in unison, and the professionalism was immediately reflected. A large pit was quickly dug, and all the corpses were thrown into the pit. It quickly returned to level ground.

"Let's go, go back." After Roland personally confirmed that there were no omissions, he led the team to leave, and no one asked a word during the whole process.

Recently, the Gray Temple has taken over some weird incidents and captured a group of strange people. However, after dispatching, there is generally no need to act, just to end it, just like a team of professional scrubbers.

But the secrecy level of these events is the highest level in the Gray Temple, and even the members of the Gray Temple are forbidden to discuss it. Once any rumors are leaked, it will not be as simple as disciplinary punishment.

"Hall Master, this is the confession of those guys who were captured during the day." Bolton walked into Roland's office, closed the door, and put a stack of confessions sealed in kraft paper on the table, watching Roland hesitate. Hui said: "What they said..."

"Part of it is true." Roland picked up the brown paper bag and opened it, flipping through the confessions.

Bolton's complexion changed slightly. Roland didn't say much, but it contained a lot of information.

Those guys who were captured during the day are all talking about gods and gods, believing in a certain evil god, and praying that one day the evil god will reappear in the world and turn the Nolan Continent into a disaster, and they will become slaves of the evil god and get powerful strength and immortality.

One or two such people may be regarded as a coincidence of insanity, but when such people gather in a pile, and they believe in their beliefs, and are even willing to sacrifice their lives to release the evil gods, things will become a little scary .

If such an evil god really exists, it must be a great threat to the Nolan Continent, or once it appears, it will be a disaster.

Bolton is not a timid person. As the chief officer of the Gray Temple's intelligence department, he knows better what it means for Roland to be so concerned about a matter, and even to list it as the top secret sequence.

"Go and interrogate all the guys you brought back at night,

Not only their behavior and purpose, but also their dreams must be carefully questioned. The really useful information may be in their dreams. " Roland singled out a confession and pushed it in front of Bolton.

Bolton picked up the confession, the main content was an absurd dream, a huge indescribable thing was trapped under the ground by countless chains, there was a cave thousands of meters high under the ground, and there were countless dark The passage, the voice calling him...

He didn't know the value of this ridiculous dream, but he already knew Roland's intentions. The evil spirit behind these crazy guys' dreams was the purpose of their investigation.

"Go, we still have a lot of work to do, but we don't have much time." Roland continued to look down at the confessions, and said in a flat tone.

"Yes." Bolton turned and left the office. He didn't know how to explain it to his nervous subordinates who were tortured by those guys, but the interrogation that followed might be even more grueling.

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The shaking red wine glass, the intoxicating red wine, and the easy-to-drunk beauty still failed to overwhelm Mag.

Gently put Irina lying in her arms on the bed, and took off her coat. Mag went back to her room with a smile, locked the door behind her, closed her eyes and opened the mutton soup experience bag.

"This idiot! I'm so mad!" In the next room, Irina opened her eyes and clenched her fists annoyed.

Mutton soup is available almost all over the country, and has its own characteristics because of different regions.

The mutton soup recipe provided by the system to Mag is said to be a masterpiece that combines the strengths of each family.

Mag actually likes to drink mutton soup, but this seemingly simple mutton soup is quite a test of the chef's skills. The mutton smells quite strong, and if it is not handled properly, the soup will have a smell of mutton. It is respectful.

"The owners of the mutton restaurants that I have complained about...wouldn't be among the cursed chefs?" Mag raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that things suddenly turned a little bit bad.

He is not a mean person, he may be more demanding than the average person, and he is also somewhat displeased with the attitude of those so-called Internet celebrity shops and old shops that can't make good dishes with their heart. He always believes that people can't just speak beautiful words, Now that you have spoken, it is better to speak the truth.

Of course, such words may not sound so pleasant.

Anyway, he has never cared whether others find it pleasant or not, just like he can't control the mouths of those trolls, so he is not allowed to tell the truth?

"Host, please don't comfort yourself, the completion of the dishes has been determined, please enter the God of Cooking Proving Ground as soon as possible!" The system's voice sounded.

"Then what... the system, can I apologize here, I think what I said before was a bit too much, why don't you start a live broadcast, and I'm here to express my apology to those chefs who have been hurt by me? "Meg smiled.

"Those chefs said they couldn't forgive you." The system replied.

"Hehe." Mag rolled his eyes, and without any surprises, he quietly raised his middle finger, and said with some disdain: "Isn't it just a perfect mutton soup? You don't want to make progress, even the things left by your ancestors Guys who can’t keep it, I’ll let you see what real mutton soup is!”

Then Mag kicked open the door of the God of Cooking Proving Ground.

There...is also very happy.

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"This formation..." Nuo Fan stood by the altar, looking at the formation with a frown, and at the same time trying to eliminate the whispers that kept ringing in his ears.

"Can you solve it?" Crassus asked a little nervously.

"It's difficult. I don't know much about ancient formations. There are too few surviving materials, and the few ruins have been severely damaged. I am afraid that no one in this world has ever seen a complete ancient formation, let alone I have studied it." Nuo Fan shook his head and said solemnly.

"If even you can't do it, I'm afraid other people can't do it either." Crassus sighed.

"There is no absolute. Maybe there are people who have studied the ancient formation. We can gather some formation masters to study this sealing formation and see if we can find a breakthrough." Nuo Fan shook his head, took out a photo stone and took a picture A corner of the sealing circle.

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"System, where's my sheep?! Where's the big sheep!?"

Early the next morning, Mag opened the refrigerator, staring and shouting.

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