Nightmare Attack

Hearing this, Ye Qiutang's eyes that had darkened once again glowed with life, "Every misfortune turns into good fortune, and every adversity turns into auspiciousness... So as long as we follow the two of them, maybe we can find some hope!"

"Looking at this person's appearance, he is definitely not a short-lived person. At least this Jiji Temple is not his burial place. Song Tianming took a deep breath and looked at the courtyard door. That was the direction where Wang Fugui last disappeared, "If this time If there is any hope of survival in this disaster, these two people are our only way to survive! "

"And I can be sure that these two people are by no means ordinary people. As for their claims that they are from Bianzhou, I'm afraid they are just lies."

Jiang Cheng's face flashed through Ye Qiutang's mind, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who do you think they are, sir?"

This time Song Tianming rarely hesitated, and finally shook his head, "The hexagram is not obvious, I'm afraid the secret must not be leaked."

"But please rest assured, Miss, one thing is for sure, no matter who they are, they are on our side at this time."

"In this monastery, we are friends, not enemies."

Ye Qiutang nodded slowly. It was not difficult to understand Song Tianming's words. In order to kill these two people, Luzhu did not hesitate to seek cooperation with the monks in the temple. This was enough to explain the problem.

"Well, as the teacher said, we will bet our money on these two people. I hope... that every misfortune will be turned into good fortune, and every adversity will be turned into good fortune!"

At this moment, in the west wing, the door was closed, and a burly figure was leaning against the door, holding a short knife in his arms.

Although the middle-aged man lowered his head as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed, no one dared to ignore the evil aura in this man.

In addition to the two people who were dead, there were four people in the room, a child with red lips and white teeth, a plainly dressed old woman, and an old man with gray hair and a kind-hearted look.

At this moment, except for the old man who was sitting calmly at the table, the children and the old woman looked very nervous.

The child looked at the old man nervously. After seeing the old man nodded slightly, the child approached the middle-aged man with relief and said in a childish and fearful voice: "Zhao...Zhao Dutong, I want to pay tribute."

"No!" Zhao Dutong opened his eyes suddenly, his sharp eyes like an eagle seeming to tear the child apart.

After this, the child was almost frightened to cry, and his legs began to tremble, giving people a sense of urgency that he was about to become incontinent.

"Oh, Zhao Dutong, what are you doing?" The kind-hearted old man on the side couldn't stand it. He stood up, walked to the child's side, gently touched the child's head with his hand, and then looked at the cold-faced middle-aged man. The man said, "How long has it been? I don't know how long it will take if I keep waiting. In this case, Zhao Dutong, for my sake, just let him go."

"Mr. Murong, please don't embarrass me. This is what the lady said. No one is allowed to leave this room without her order."

"This includes not only the two of them, but also you and me."

Hearing this, Zhao Du didn't give himself any face, and Murong, the always kind-hearted manager, couldn't help it. He put down his sleeves and robes with force, pushed the child to stagger, "Go away, go away, there is a chamber pot behind the screen." , if you stain my eyes, I will castrate you when you return home!"

The child looked at Zhao Dutong who was like a door god, and then at Manager Murong who turned his back. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

Until the old lady walked up to him, patted him gently on the back of the head, and reminded him in a low voice: "Why don't you thank the manager soon?"

Only then did the boy react and thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, Mr. Manager, thank you, Mr. Manager,... thank you, Zhao Dutong!"

Then he picked up the chamber pot stuffed under the bed and got behind the screen. After a while, the comfortable sound of water could be heard.

"One person dies in one night. This ghost place is really evil." Manager Murong suppressed his anger and wanted to pour himself a cup of tea, but when the tea was half poured, he seemed to have thought of something. He put down the teapot again and said in a muffled voice: "If I had known better, I would have advised the young lady to leave those two people alone. Maybe if we hadn't picked up these two people, we wouldn't be trapped here."

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"Kowtow before the devil, and scrape gold from the Buddha's face."

Looking down at the two lines of words on the back of the paper man in his hand, Jiang Cheng fell into deep thought again.

The familiar scene happened again not long ago. Monk Huicong appeared behind them without anyone noticing. After that, they also re-selected the paper man for tonight.

This time the paper man is smaller, smaller than all the paper men, because this time, he chose the child.

He had seen those second-generation Crimsons in the underground base. These people were generally young, and the most likely one among the remaining people was the child.

He had also observed carefully, but he felt that there was nothing wrong with the child. His eyes were pure and his movements were quick. He also had a normal sense of wariness towards strangers like him. But the more normal the child was, the more he tolerated it. Can't help but doubt.

"Doctor, what do these two words mean?" The fat man squatting beside Jiang Cheng asked, pointing at the paper man.

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's eyes were fixed on the top of the paper figure. Above the two vertical words "Kowtow before the devil, and scrape gold from the Buddha's face" there are two words Feng Shui, just like the horizontal batch, but the position is not much different from the horizontal batch. same.

"I don't know, maybe it's a reminder to pay attention to Feng Shui or something." Jiang Cheng told the truth, leaving these clues to Li Bai Yao and Shunyu.

Of course, that's assuming they survived last night's mission.

After putting away the paper figurine and finding a piece of dirt, Jiang Cheng picked up a branch and roughly drew the tattoo on the back of Monk Huicong based on his memory.

Although it was not the first time they met, the fat man was still deeply impressed by Jiang Cheng's memory and painting skills. "It has to be your doctor. With this picture, we can go find that Old Song... Bah! Senior Song , let him tell whether this is the Buddhist picture of Jialan Bodhisattva suppressing demons, or some kind of picture from Taoism."

As the fat man spoke, he took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the picture "Kaka".

Jiang Cheng threw away the branch and stood up slowly, "I can't trust Song Tianming and those people. When I contact Li Bai, tell her the picture and ask her to help take a look."

When Li Bai Yao and Shun Yu were mentioned, Fatty's original good mood disappeared in half. It was already close to noon, but they still had no news at all, and the same was true for Tang Qisheng Zhu Jie.

Feeling the fat man's disappointment, Jiang Cheng patted him on the shoulder, and the two found a shady place and sat down side by side. "I just saw Monk Huicong, did you notice anything?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"He has more injuries, and those people are getting more and more ruthless." The fat man felt heartbroken when he thought of Hui Cong's bruised body.

Jiang Cheng's tone became cautious, "He is thinner and weaker. This time he was taken away by Huide and the others without much struggle."

"He won't last much longer."