Nightmare Attack

"What did you say, Mr. Song?" The young man closest to him asked with a puzzled face. But this Mr. Song ignored him at all, and continued to talk to himself: "Also, why did we save those two people?"

"That's what Miss meant." The middle-aged man continued. To be honest, he was not very satisfied with this matter, but it was just inconvenient for him to say it.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Song turned to look at him, and said in a questioning tone: "Miss, what do you mean? Does the lady in your impression make such a move?" The middle-aged man who was questioned was taken aback, his first reaction was I was a little fussy, after all, Mr. Song said that Potian was just the leader of one of the alchemists, and he was an honest and powerful military general. If he didn't give the lady face, he would not talk to these alchemists who pretended to be ghosts, but he just wanted to When I got angry, I heard Mr. Song say again: "There is also Zhao Dutong, according to your personality, will you see the young lady bring two burdens that are dying, and not dissuade you?" This Zhao Dutong opened his mouth Open, but can't speak.

Indeed, he knows the character of the young lady, and he will definitely not do such a thing, let alone him, who has less than three or five hundred lives in his hands, and it is almost the same. According to his temperament, he will chop off those two useless people while the lady is not paying attention, so as to save trouble.

But judging from the results, none of them did this, and they took good care of the two along the way, until they saw the torches of the monks returning to the temple at night from a distance.

"Mr. Song is right. These are indeed very strange. It's like... It's like a different person." Standing in the corner, the servant girl who had been silent all this time also spoke.

"The strangest thing is me!" Mr. Song's breathing gradually became rapid, and the contrast between the front and back of the whole person was huge.

"How could I...why didn't I stop you? There are some reasons that you don't understand, but I didn't stop, how can I forget the reason why I would rather not enter the wild temple?" Hearing this, the woman in the middle couldn't sit Stopped, stood up and stared at Mr. Song,

"Mr. Song, if you always have something to say, just say it clearly."

"Is there something wrong with this temple?" The woman asked in a low voice. She also vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Mr. Song took a deep breath, then nodded with a gloomy face.

"Is the feng shui here wrong?" the woman asked cautiously. Mr. Song's face was dull,

"It's not just Fengshui. To tell you the truth, all the Fengshui techniques I've learned all my life are useless here. It's a place where wind and water are blocked. It's a... Jedi!" Although I don't understand what this so-called Jedi actually represents, But judging from Mr. Song's expression, it must be more ominous than good. Women have also seen big scenes. They only took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Can you hold it? I remember that Mr. Song should carry a statue with him. Ancestor Yuchan with a body of Ganoderma lucidum, this is the most precious treasure of your alchemists. I think that when Heming Mountain was haunted by evil spirits, this statue was also used..." Before he finished speaking, Mr. Song got up and took it out from the shoulder pole he had picked. A wooden box, open the eye box, and inside is a jade statue.

Needless to say, the portrait is ingenious, but the most mysterious thing is that the portrait has no head, and a Ganoderma lucidum is winding around the portrait, part of which just constitutes the head of the portrait.

It can be seen that after seeing this alchemist's supreme treasure, everyone present took a breath of air, because this supreme treasure has completely changed its appearance, the ganoderma head has rotted, and the originally unusually clear facial features have rotted together , like a rotten human head, accompanied by bursts of **** stench.

"The evil spirit here can destroy the treasure in my family. It seems that the sky is going to kill my alchemist family..." Old Mr. Song gritted his teeth,

"I'm afraid the gate of this temple can be entered, but it cannot be exited."... Jiangcheng Fatty lay side by side on the broken straw mat, his stomach growled, and the fatty had thought of going to the Zhaitang to drink porridge at night, but unexpectedly, There is a rule not to eat after noon in the temple.

In fact, they still have food, but that is from

They got it from the "benefactors". Now they don't know whether those people are people or ghosts, whether they are good or bad, so they can only watch these foods.

"Don't think about it, go to sleep, you won't be hungry when you sleep." Jiang Cheng comforted,

"You go to bed first, I'll keep watch." The fat man sighed, saying that he could overcome his hunger, but what he was really worried about now was Yao, Shunyu and Li Bai.

"Those two people are more powerful than you think. We can find the abnormalities. If they are more careful, they will also find out. Moreover, I have sent them a message and given them the clues we confirmed." Jiang Cheng said.

Having said that, until now there is no news about Yao, Shun, Yu, Li Bai, and Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie, which is not a good sign.

It was late at night, the fat man fell asleep, and Jiang Cheng leaned against the wall alone to watch the night. There was only one candle in the room for lighting, and the candle kept flickering, and it was unknown where the wind came from.

Slowly, a sudden drowsiness hit, and Jiang Cheng lowered his head. After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a hand touching him, and woke up suddenly in the next second, only to see that the room was completely dark, and the candle was extinguished at some point.

"It's me, doctor." Fatty's voice was trembling, and he seemed frightened.

"What's the situation?" Jiang Cheng lowered his voice.

"I don't know. I just woke up like this. Also, outside... There seems to be a sound outside. I heard the sound..." Fatty stopped talking here, Jiang Cheng pricked up his ears, and sure enough, there was a sound coming from outside. There was a rustling sound ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The sound was not loud, but it was a bit messy, as if there were many people.

"It was you who opened the door?" Jiang Cheng looked at the door. At this moment, the door was opened about a third of the way, and the ground outside was covered with a layer of cold light.

"It's not me, how dare I." Fatty immediately denied it. Jiang Cheng walked to the door and slowly opened the door. There was nothing outside the door, but the strange sound became clearer. The fat man guessed it was the sound of chanting sutras. Cultivating merit, but now it sounds like it's not.

The two quietly left the room and followed the sound. The temple was empty at night, and the two soon came to an antique building.

Fatty Jiangcheng's face became more and more strange, because they smelled a special fragrance, the two quietly went to a window of the building, looked in through the gap, and the scene before them really confirmed their guess.

I saw a happy scene inside, with shirtless monks sitting crookedly on the table, some drunk on the ground, the table was full of wine and meat dishes, big bowls of drinking, big mouthfuls of meat, a green forest hero style of pie.