Nightmare Attack

"That's fine. Song Tianming reluctantly nodded.

Having said almost everything that needed to be said, the two parties agreed to notify each other as soon as there were clues, and Jiang Cheng said goodbye and left.

Watching the fat man from Jiangcheng disappear outside the courtyard gate, Ye Qiutang's slightly confused eyes suddenly brightened up, with an undisguised vigilance in them, "How about it, can you trust these two people?"

With the lesson learned from the maid Lu Zhu, Ye Qiutang became even more worried about the two Jiangcheng people whose origins were unknown.

Different from Ye Qiutang's nervousness, Song Tianming's movements were obviously much more relaxed. He silently watched the direction in which the two left, his voice was flat and cold, "No flaws have been found yet, and the message they brought is very important. Of course, I That means if these are true."

"Also, Jiang Cheng is very wary of us. He doesn't want us to contact Monk Huicong alone. This is normal. If he agrees straight away, I will feel that there is something wrong."

As he spoke, Song Tianming stood up, then walked towards the stone bench where Jiang Cheng once sat. He squatted down and dug a few times in the grass. Soon, a square wooden box was placed on the stone bench. on the table.

The workmanship of the wooden box is not very exquisite, and the strange patterns carved on it are also worn. It can be seen that this is an ancient artifact that has aged.

Opening the wooden box, a dried human head was exposed. The withered brown skin was tightly wrapped around the bones. The head was much smaller than an adult's head. Only the sparse and yellow hair remaining covered the top of the skull, with a hair tied to it. red rope.

Carefully holding out the human head, Song Tianyang's face was full of piety, "This is one of the thousands of boys and girls brought by the first great alchemist Master Xu Fuxian when he crossed the sea to visit the immortals. After cutting off the head as a gift, he refined it with the child's head. The magic weapon can identify good and evil, and distinguish between loyalty and evil.”

The more familiar he became with the leader of the alchemist sect, the more Ye Qiutang became jealous and disgusted with him. Although this man's methods were high, there was something strange about him everywhere, "Mr. Song, please hurry up. "Ye Qiutang urged with a frown.

"Haha, don't be anxious, miss."

Naturally, Song Tianyang put this thing here in advance for the sake of Jiang Cheng and Wang Fugui. Song Tianyang even calculated the seats for the two of them in advance.

A piece of red cloth was spread on the table in advance, and then he placed the human head on the red cloth. Song Tianming reached out and gently touched the head. The remaining withered hair spread out, revealing the three holes on the top of the skull.

The holes were not very neat, and there were still jagged marks on the edges. This was an indescribable weird feeling. Seeing this, Ye Qiutang felt a cold wind blowing against her face. She was almost certain that the holes were drilled while the person was still alive. Yes, at that time the virgin struggled continuously because of the severe pain, but everything was in vain.

Pictures flashed out uncontrollably in his mind. The vast sea was turbulent, and the fleet was like a small boat, about to capsize in the constant bumps. At this moment, a man in rich clothes stood up, Ye Qiutang tried his best She couldn't see the man's face clearly, but she could clearly see the tortoise shell in the man's right hand.

The man used a tortoise shell to divine fortune, and then he stretched out his hand, and a 7- or 8-year-old girl was pushed out.

The girl was hoisted up while crying, high under the mast, her body swaying with the waves. At this moment, two young men in white were walking towards the girl, one holding a sharp knife and the other holding a stone. Hammer and big brown nails that looked like coffin nails, the two of them walked with weird steps, approaching the girl as if dancing, opening and closing their lips.

Ye Qiutang desperately wanted to know what the two people were talking or singing, so she could only get closer as much as possible, and then get closer...

But the next second, the girl dangling in mid-air suddenly passed by her eyes. For just a moment, she tilted her head slightly. The next second, she saw the most terrifying scene in her life. She saw the girl's face. The eyes, nose, ears, and lips were all brutally cut off. The bloody eye holes stared at her, and the bloody mouth exposed two rows of white teeth opened and closed. "Why don't you save me? You just Do you want to see me die? Hehehe... then you can take my place!"

Accompanied by the girl's scary laughter, Ye Qiutang saw that the girl's face was constantly changing, and finally it became 7 or 8 points similar to her when she was a child, and the similarity was still improving. At the same time, she felt that she Her body became lighter and lighter, and more and more erratic, as if...it seemed that the person who was dumped under the mast was her!

"Why?" Ye Qiutang shouted helplessly, "Why is this happening? It's not me! It's not me!

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Her perspective began to reverse, and two young men in white stepped forward to grab her. Ye Qiutang's helpless and desperate face was reflected on the sharp knife.

The next second, Ye Qiutang suddenly woke up with a stinging pain in her fingers. She almost fell to her knees due to the loss of strength. Fortunately, someone beside her helped her, "Miss, are you okay?"

It took Ye Qiutang a few seconds to come to her senses. She looked at her fingers tremblingly. The middle finger of her right hand was punctured, and blood was still flowing from the pale fingertip.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

Feeling Ye Qiutang's feeble voice, Song Tianyang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly helped Ye Qiutang to sit down in front of the stone steps a little further away from the stone table, and said in a regretful tone: "Miss, you got hit, and it's all my fault. I didn't inform you in advance that this magic weapon is very taboo, even if it is in an ordinary place, but the yin energy here is extremely heavy, and it is a dead place that blocks wind and water. No living person must be watching during the process of performing hexagrams here. This magical weapon is a child's cave, otherwise it would be easy for the soul to be seduced by the resentment in this magical weapon. "

At this point, Ye Qiutang only felt dizzy and had no energy to criticize him anymore. He just waved his hand and told him to hurry up.

Song Tianyang repeatedly confirmed that Ye Qiutang was okay before turning around and walking towards the stone table again. But the moment he turned around, Song Tianyang's eyes changed and became strange, with some doubts hidden, as if he had something to think about. It doesn't make sense, "It wasn't her... It's really not her who broke my technique. Who could it be?"

With this thought in his mind, Song Tianyang kept moving his hands. He took out three sticks of incense from his arms, lit them and inserted them one by one through the holes in Yin Gan's head, silently reciting the magic formula of the alchemist in his heart.

Along with the magic formula, the three inserted incense burned rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. An even more bizarre scene occurred. The fragrant mist produced by the burning incense actually fell straight down and poured in along the mouth and nose of the head.

At the same time, the two rows of closed white teeth on the head made a "whooshing" sound, as if they were smiling.