Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1573

"There are also those two people just now. When we mentioned the nightmare, they reacted very clearly, indicating that their experience last night was the same as ours." Taking a deep breath, the woman sat upright, "Don't disturb them for the time being, if they will be involved again tonight In that nightmare, you can try to get in touch with them, but only in the nightmare."

"Why... Since we already know there is a problem, why don't we leave here?" The servant girl who was reprimanded before couldn't help but ask. At this moment, her eyes were filled with tears, obviously frightened.

The middle-aged man with the knife glanced at her, "We can't think of problems you can think of? Do you think we don't want to leave, the key is to leave?"

The servant girl's throat rolled when she heard the words, and her subconscious reaction was to look at Mr. Song dressed as a porter. This man is the leader of the alchemist school and is proficient in the art of yin and yang.

Old Mr. Song let out a sigh of relief, "I went out for a walk this morning and found that there was fog around the temple."

The servant girl was startled, "Is it poisonous miasma?"

The poisonous miasma in Lingnan is really powerful. They had suffered so much in the poisonous miasma before, and almost wiped out the entire army. Until now, she was still in a daze from time to time, forgetting how to recover a life from the poisonous miasma.

Hearing this, Mr. Song slowly shook his head, and his expression became ugly, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. After all, poisonous miasmas are afraid of the wind, but the fog outside is not."

After a long while, the woman was the first to realize, "Why, what Mr. Song means is that the fog outside can't be blown by the wind?"

"En." Mr. Song nodded heavily, his voice became more cautious, "Not only that, I also folded two cranes with the secret paper of my sect and sent them into the mist, and set up three kowtow incense sticks. It is said that no matter it is bad or good, the paper cranes will fly back, and the brighter the secret paper is, the more evil the evil inside is, but this time until the incense burnt out, there was no movement in the fog, and the paper cranes disappeared, and ..." Mr. Song's fingers gripping his knees were tense, and veins appeared on his arms, obviously in a great panic.

Mr. Song's appearance made everyone shudder, and the impatient middle-aged man couldn't help asking: "And...and what?"

Mr. Song suddenly raised his head, and said in an unbelievable voice: "And the three incense sticks I set up... exploded!"

"Fried?" The middle-aged man was stunned, blinked and said, "What does it mean to be fried?"

"It's not fragrant, it's fragrant." The old man next to him is obviously more experienced in this area, but at this moment the old man's face is getting paler, as if his blood has been drained.

Mr. Song tremblingly took out a stacked piece of yellow paper from his bosom. After the yellow paper was unpacked, there were dozens of broken pieces of incense inside. Seeing this, the middle-aged man gasped, and saw that the fracture was very rough. , It doesn't look like it was broken artificially, it is indeed more like a sudden explosion.

In just two days, first the treasure in the door was destroyed, and then the paper crane disappeared and the incense was fried. Mr. Song felt desolate in his heart. I am afraid that even the ancestors have never experienced this situation.

But Mr. Song is also worthy of being the leader of the school. After a few breaths, he readjusted his state, and his brows were full of determination. Yin Yang and Five Elements, everyone knows that our generation is also based on eliminating demons and protecting the common people. Since we met this time, there is absolutely no reason to stop fighting. Rest assured, I will do my best to protect you well. If I unfortunately die, I will return I beg you all to go to my sect after leaving the evil temple and tell this matter, and someone from my generation will come to subjugate demons."

The heroic woman said: "If old Mr. Song dies here, then we have no chance of surviving. Besides, the matter is not yet clear, so we must not give up on ourselves."

"Mr. Song, does Mr. Song have a way to break evil?" The middle-aged man looked at Mr. Song. The situation in front of him could not be broken by brute force. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, but now he witnessed it with his own eyes. The bearded man who suddenly appeared last night was scared out of his wits.

This time Mr. Song did not evade, but nodded cautiously, "I have a clue. When I was frying the incense, I vaguely glimpsed a few figures from the incense mist, one of which was the one that the lady mentioned earlier. The monk, the crazy monk who was force-fed alcohol and meat in the nightmare." Mr. Song emphasized.

"What about the rest?" The middle-aged man leaned forward and asked.

"Huh—" Old Mr. Song let out a long breath, and he couldn't help but say with some gratitude: "It's the two little brothers who were rescued by us. What we do is what we do, and whether we can survive this catastrophe this time will depend on them. "

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Near the Zhaitang, the fat man in Jiangcheng walked around several times, but he didn't see the monk Huicong. The fat man sat on the steps in frustration. He was still thinking about Huicong. The blue and purple scars on his body.

"Hey~, hey~"

Just as the two were thinking about where to look for it, suddenly, there was a familiar smirk behind them. They turned around and saw Monk Huicong hiding behind a tree not far away, with only a light exposed Yoyo's big head was smirking at them.

"Master Huicong." Fatty's face was full of surprise.

But unlike the fat man, Jiang Cheng's first reaction when he found out about Huicong's appearance was that he was shocked. After all, they had searched all over the place, and they didn't see Huicong at all, and the tree was not far from them. How could the monks in this temple Is it elusive, and there is no sound when you walk?

"Hey~www.wuxiamtl.com~ come on, come on."

Fatty Jiangcheng looked around, but found no one paying attention, so he walked up quickly.

After not seeing him overnight, Huicong seemed to have lost weight, and his clothes became more and more tattered because of the torn clothes, covering his body like a torn bag. The fat man had sharp eyes, and he saw the **** wound under the hole in the clothes at a glance.

The fat man stretched out his hand and pulled down Huicong's clothes. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. He saw that there were many bruises on Huicong's body, and there were bloodstains from being whipped. These scars were very fresh, and they didn't even have time to scab .

Jiang Cheng's eyes changed. These scars were obviously left by the beating, which means that what he saw last night was real, but why...why did the beheaded monk Huiming live well?

Huicong didn't seem to care about this, he just tilted his head and smiled smirkly at Jiang Cheng, then stretched out his dirty hand and said inarticulately, "Baby...baby, give it to me."

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that Huicong was talking about those paper figurines from yesterday, and he did grab one in his pocket, unexpectedly, he noticed this too.

But as the paper figurine was taken out, the expressions of Jiang Cheng and Fatty changed in the next second. The tall and thin paper figurine was obviously a dead young man.

(end of this chapter)