Nightmare Attack

The fat man even stopped breathing for a moment. After all, no one would dare to think that such a thing would happen just a few hours after entering the mission. "These people... are all these people ghosts?"

As the picture progressed, their conversations with those "merchants" also came to an end, and the two left, but the moment the camera turned, Jiang Cheng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly froze for a moment, as if he had discovered something.

Jiang Cheng paused the screen, dragged the progress bar to rewind a little bit, and at the moment the screen was frozen, Jiang Cheng's head buzzed.

The moment he turned around, the camera swept across his side, which was the fat man's position, and the half of the fat man's face exposed in the camera was also blurred.

At this moment, Fatty was also standing beside him watching.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. The fat man looked strange and his eyes widened a little bit. Just when he turned his head and seemed to want to express something to Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng jumped up and kicked on his chest at an extremely fast speed. , Caught off guard, the fat man didn't yell out "Ouch", and was kicked to the ground directly.

After succeeding, Jiang Cheng turned around and ran away.

At the moment when he rushed out of the courtyard gate, he bumped into several monks head-on, and the leader was the monk Huide who had just met. Huide looked at him, a little surprised, "What's wrong with the benefactor?"

"It's okay, I'm going for a stroll."

Jiang Cheng's heart was beating fast, and his head was full of doubts, but he still pretended to treat Hui De peacefully as if nothing had happened. This so-called Precept Temple probably has a lot to say.

Originally, Jiangcheng wanted to send these monks away with a few words, and then hurried to find the fat man and the rest of his teammates, but unexpectedly, Monk Huide seemed to see something and asked where his friend went?

Jiang Cheng casually said that he had a good chat with the team of saviors, and they asked him to sit for a while.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a monk beside Hui De with a mole on his cheek exclaim in surprise: "Benefactor, who is that?"

The monk looked at the direction he came from, Jiang Cheng turned his head, and saw the "fat man" not far away, holding his chest, walking over with a painful face.

Huide saw that there was something wrong with Fatty, clasped his hands together and asked, "Benefactor, what are you..."

"No...it's okay, I just didn't notice that I fell." The fat man explained, "It will be fine after a short rest."

"Well, we need to find Junior Brother Huicong to cultivate merits later, so we won't bother the two benefactors." After saluting, Monk Huide left with the rest of the monks.

Now only Jiang Cheng and "Fatty" were left on the scene again, and they stared at each other. In the end, Fatty spoke first, "Doctor, I don't know what's going on, but I...I'm really serious."

After this turmoil, Jiang Cheng was also a little uncertain. After all, if the "fat man" used some tricks just now, he would not be able to escape at all. Then he let the fat man stand in place, while he himself stepped back 5 meters, and the two stood one by one. Outside the yard, the other remained in the yard.

After opening the distance, Jiang Cheng took out his mobile phone and quickly took a photo of the fat man in the yard. His face was still the same as before, with a blurry face.

But this time, Jiang Cheng turned the camera around and took a picture of himself. After seeing the picture, he couldn't help but frown. That's right, his face was also blurred.

He waved his hand and called the fat man, and after showing the photo to the fat man, both of them were a little confused, "What's the matter?" The fat man had a bitter face, and his chest was still hurting, "Also, I said doctor you The foot is too hard, which means that I have a good physique, if I change it to Yao, Shun, Yu, Li Bai or something, I guess I will just carry it away."

Ignoring the fat man's complaints, Jiang Cheng was still thinking about the photo. He stared at the phone in his hand, "It seems that this should be some kind of restriction. We can't use the phone to judge whether it's a human or a ghost in this mission."

"So the team that saved us is not a ghost, right?" Fatty felt a little better.

"That's not necessarily the case. Since there is such a restriction, there must be a reason for it. I think there must be something wrong with that team. Maybe the ghost didn't mix with us this time, but hid among them." Jiang Cheng said.

The fat man took out his mobile phone, looked around, "I have an idea, why don't we...find other people to take pictures?"

"Yes." Jiang Cheng nodded.

The most indispensable thing in the temple is the monks. Fatty Jiangcheng squatted back and forth to meet several groups of monks, but all of them without exception had blurred faces.

"Huh—" Putting down the phone, slowly moving his stiff wrist, the fat man let out a long breath, "It seems to be true, the camera function of the phone is not useful here."

Just when the two were thinking about where to go to find clues, suddenly, there was a burst of "hehehe" laughter from behind, and the two turned around, only to see a sloppy monk smiling at them.

Fatty had an impression of him, he was a stupid monk who had met once in the Zhaitang, and his Dharma name was Huicong if he remembered correctly.

"Master Huicong, you are..." Jiang Cheng didn't neglect this man because he was stupid, on the contrary, he became more polite. It is these strange people who should be most careful when walking in the rivers and lakes.

With two strings of snot hanging from his nose, Huicong waved at the two of them mysteriously, "Hey, come on, come on, baby... I have a baby for you to see."

After the two approached, Monk Huicong wiped his nose with his cuff indifferently, then looked around decently, and laughed in a low voice: "Hey, hey, you guys... you guys don't know, do you?" ?”

"I don't know." Jiang Cheng said.

After receiving the definite answer, the smile on Monk Huicong's face became even more exaggerated, "Then... that's good, my treasures can only... can only be shown to you."

Speaking of which, Monk Huicong squatted down, and mysteriously took out a few paper figures from his tattered cuffs and spread them on the ground. It would be too flattering to say that they were paper figures, but they were actually human figures torn from the paper with his hands. There are eight people in total, of different sizes, and the edges are quite rough.

But the strange thing is that ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is such a simple paper figurine, but it can immediately remind people of the old man's team, and each paper figurine can correspond to one of them.

There is no mark on the paper figurine, which is an indescribable resemblance.

"This is...the people in the West Wing?" The fat man looked at these paper figurines in surprise, and then looked up at this stupid and crazy monk.

Monk Huicong didn't respond, he was still smirking, his face was full of strange expectations, and he kept gesturing to the paper figurine, "Hurry up, you guys... Hurry up!"

"Hurry up?" Jiang Cheng asked, "Master Huicong, what do you want to tell us?"

At this moment, a loud voice came from a distance, "Junior Huicong, you can make it easy for the seniors to find you!"

Following the prestige, I saw monk Huide and his group striding towards here, and monk Huicong's face changed suddenly, and he immediately grabbed the paper man on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

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