Nightmare Attack

This object is ice-cold and is a jade pendant with a palace carved on it with extremely fine carvings. The palace is decorated with auspicious clouds and cranes, which is quite a bit like a palace in the sky. It is a good treasure that can be recognized at a glance.

"Little friend Jiang, please remember that no matter what happens, you must come here to see Pindao after nightfall tomorrow, otherwise the whole world will be in danger." Ling Xiaozi warned again.

"Well--"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xiaozi's expression suddenly changed, and then his whole body started to tremble, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, "Little friend, go away, I'm afraid you will wake up this evil spirit in advance, and tomorrow... tomorrow will be dawn." Never come into this Sanqing Temple at any time. Although this evil spirit has been suppressed, it will still be affected by it around the Sanqing Temple. I am afraid it will be detrimental to you! "

"Taoist Master, take care!" Jiang Cheng stopped talking nonsense, raised his hands to Ling Xiaozi, and left with Fatty and Ye Qiutang.

Compared with before, the way back was very quiet. The three of them walked very cautiously, fearing that they would be ambushed by the monks who had disappeared.

The three of them walked for half an hour on the not-so-distant road before returning to the west wing. As soon as they approached the courtyard gate, the fat man suddenly stopped and saw blood stains on the bluestone on the ground.

The bloodstain looked fresh and extended all the way into the courtyard gate.

Looking in through the courtyard door, the door of the west wing was closed tightly, and the original candle inside was extinguished at some point.

"Something's wrong. You guys wait outside while I climb over the wall and go in to take a look."

Before the fat man finished speaking, he jumped down from a tree next to the courtyard wall and said, "Miss, you are finally back!"

It was the man who was very good at wielding a sword. Jiang Cheng vaguely remembered that his name was Zhao Dutong.

Ye Qiutang saw that Zhao Dutong was injured and immediately stepped forward to check, "What's going on? Where are the others?"

"Oh! Forget it, let's go in first. This is not the place to talk." Zhao Dutong looked around very vigilantly. Those evil monks left a psychological shadow on him.

Jiang Cheng and others naturally rushed towards the wing facing the courtyard door, but were stopped by Zhao Dutong. He raised his blood-stained saber and pointed in the other direction, "Not here, we are worried Those monks came to visit me and moved me to a wing. The reason why I stayed here was to wait for you."

After Zhao Dutong walked for a while, they came to a secluded wing. The environment here was obviously much worse. It must have been that no one had cleaned it for a long time, and the ground was covered with weeds and fallen leaves.

Before they could get closer, the door of the wing was pushed open from the inside. The gray-haired old man's tense expression gradually relaxed after seeing Ye Qiutang, "Miss, you... you are okay, great, no more news." If so, I plan to ask Zhao Dutong to find you.

"Where's Mr. Song?" Ye Qiutang was most concerned about Song Tianming. After all, she thought of what Jiang Cheng thought of, such as the abbot and Ling Xiaozi. She didn't believe it. It wasn't strange what happened in this ghost place.

But after seeing Song Tianming, Ye Qiutang and the fat man from Jiangcheng were all stunned. They saw that Song Tianming, who was alive and vigorous not long ago, was now lying on the bed, dying.

His face was weirdly distorted, as if he had been hit by a weapon like a stick, and his brow bone was broken. What was even more frightening was that his eyes were now two bloody holes. When he heard someone approaching, Song Tianming coughed violently. , spraying blood foam from the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Song!" Ye Qiutang immediately rushed over and grabbed Song Tianming's exposed hand. His pulse was already very weak.

"Senior Song!" Jiang Cheng came back to his senses and looked at Manager Murong, who was nearest, "What on earth is going on?"

Before Chief Murong could speak, another person's curses rang out. Zhao Dutong was so angry that his hand holding the knife trembled, "It's not that damn Huiqing, she...she's fake! What kind of repentance? all fake!"

"After we separated, Huiqing said she knew a place where we could hide, but who would have thought that there was a trap! There were more than 20 monks lying in wait there, and they suddenly rushed out and caught us off guard!"

"By the way, those monks look familiar to me! They are all the demonic monks from the Gongde Hall before, and the leader is none other than Monk Huide!"

Jiang Cheng knew it in his heart. No wonder he didn't see Monk Huide in Gongde Hall tonight. He was waiting for them here!

Fatty was furious when he saw Song Tianming in this state, "Where's Hui Qing? Have you caught her?"

"It was good to be able to escape at that time. I didn't have the time to care about her, but I chopped her!" Commander Zhao raised his arm and pointed it to the fat man in Jiangcheng, "Just chop it here, or I will take half of her life!"

Jiang Cheng carefully looked at the people in the room and discovered something very strange. Except for Song Tianming, who was seriously injured and only half-breathed, the others were all fine. Even the man standing behind the table had a look on his face. The frightened old woman only scratched her skin a little and shed a little blood.

After all, Song Tianming was the leader of the alchemist sect. Even if his skills were inferior, he was only slightly inferior to Zhao Dutong. How could he end up in this situation?

Worried about arousing unnecessary suspicion, Jiang Cheng asked the question in a cryptic manner. Commander Zhao sighed, looked at Song Tianming on the bed, and frowned slightly, "This matter is strange. The goals of those monks are very clear. They divided almost half of their people to surround Mr. Song, and they were all the strongest monks. The remaining ones seemed to be beating us fiercely, but I could see that they were just trying to contain the three of us. Don’t let us support Mr. Song.”

"Then how did you escape in the end?" Seeing Song Tianming's miserable appearance, Jiang Cheng couldn't figure out how they broke out of the encirclement and were able to rescue Song Tianming.

Commander Zhao's expression became weird, "It's even weirder when we talk about this. After they defeated Mr. Song, they were about to kill him, but suddenly, all the monks stopped moving, and then He suddenly looked in one direction, and then suddenly ran away screaming as if he had seen something particularly terrifying. "

"Also, they ran so fast that they even left behind their sticks and weapons."

Having said this, Commander Zhao let out a deep breath, with a hint of happiness in his voice, "But it's a good thing those people went crazy, otherwise how would we have survived?"

"Cough...cough cough..."

Song Tianming coughed violently, then looked in the direction of Jiang Cheng with his bloody eyes, and his weak voice gradually sounded, "Jiang...Little friend Jiang, you did it, right?"