Nightmare Attack

"Swapped..."

Ye Qiutang was taken aback when she heard this statement, and then her body trembled uncontrollably. She didn't know why, but it was fear, a fear she had never had before, as if she had inadvertently spied a secret.

She also felt the weirdness Song Tianyang said, but it was far less sensitive than Song Tianyang, and it was not specific enough to be "replaced".

Now that the chatterbox has been opened, Song Tianyang has nothing to worry about. He pondered for a moment and continued: "Miss, I want to ask you a question. Do you still remember how we came to this temple?"

"We...we walked a long way, met a group of monks with torches, and..."

"And before that?" Song Tianming interrupted suddenly, "What were we doing before then?"

This sentence seemed to directly hit Ye Qiutang's pain point. She opened her mouth wide and thought for a long time, but she didn't say a word.

"Huh—" Seeing this, Song Tianming let out a deep breath, "It seems that Miss is the same as us, and I only remember these things."

"We...we lost our way in the mountains and strayed into the most dangerous smoky forest in south of the Five Ridges. We were all poisoned and passed out. Fortunately...at the last moment, a gust of wind blew away the poisonous miasma, so we picked it up. One life." For some reason, Ye Qiutang uttered such words out of nowhere, as if these things were completely rooted in the depths of her memory.

"Is that really the case?" Song Tianming's voice was not loud, but powerful.

Hearing that Ye Qiutang's head started to ache, she held her head, as if something was wriggling inside, because of the severe pain, she couldn't think normally at all, "What do you mean, you... what are you trying to say? "

"It's not reasonable at all!" Song Tianming seemed to be enduring great pain. He was clutching the calamity fountain tightly in his hand. There was blood oozing.

Song Tianming opened his eyes angrily, bloodshot eyes, "I don't need to say more about how powerful the poisonous miasma in Lingnan is. Once encountered, the humans and beasts that enter are almost dead. In the sixth year of Mingzong, a branch of Xituolin The Tantric lamas unfortunately encountered poisonous miasma, and in a team of a hundred people, only one survived in the end."

"The only surviving eminent monk went insane. Everyone told everyone that there was a monster in the poisonous miasma, and he died within two years."

"I have seen the corpse of this eminent monk. It is immortal after death. Its face is lifelike. There are even signs of rejuvenation. The joints can be flipped like a living person. Those foolish believers are still shouting about the Buddha's golden body, the soul boy Reincarnation, confused! That's clearly... It's clearly evil energy entering the body, and if you don't deal with it, the corpse of the eminent monk will rise up!"

"Fortunately, there are also some masters in the Tantric sect. Finally, after all the believers were dismissed, a secret seal-off ceremony was held. After sacrificing six Tantric lamas as human beings, they were forced to seal them, and the body of this eminent monk could not be kept. Finally, I just have to succumb to ashes.”

"Miss, we have been trapped by the poisonous miasma for a long time. In that kind of place, all the eminent monks and lamas of Tantric Buddhism were wiped out, let alone us?"

"None of us died, and all of us came out in good condition, including the slow-moving old women and children. Is this possible?"

Song Tianming's words were like a nail being driven into Ye Qiutang's head continuously, and it also seemed to open a window for her memory. In her memory, they lost their way and encountered poisonous miasma. When they were dying, a gust of wind blew them away. They fell into the poisonous miasma, and then...then they woke up, and then they met Jiangcheng Wang Fugui who fell into a coma after falling off the cliff, and finally came to this strange temple...

Looking at all these things together now, it’s more than unreasonable. Zhiguai dare not write like this, and survived from the poisonous miasma after sleeping. This is not justified by good luck.

"You...you can just say what you want!" Suppressing the sharp pain in his head, Ye Qiutang, with a ferocious face, was sure that he had grasped a key point.

Song Tianming's face became more and more ferocious, and the veins on his forehead bulged, "Although we don't know what happened, we must have encountered terrible things in the poisonous miasma. We...we were replaced by those things, or Several of us were completely replaced!"

"They're not the people we knew anymore, and even...not even they're necessarily human!"

"It's not just them, we... maybe we aren't either!"

"I suspect we're still in that forest, that poisonous miasma!"

Song Tianming's words became more and more evil and chaotic, but the strange thing was that Ye Qiutang could understand some of them in the chaos.

Song Tianming's face became more and more ferocious, and even blood flowed from his nostrils. He grabbed the blood-soaked calamity spring, and used the blunt edge to slash hard at the center of the eyebrows, causing the taut flesh to split open. , There is blood dripping along the brow.

Taking advantage of the last sobriety, Song Tianming panted heavily, "Miss, last night... when I came back last night, I secretly made up a hexagram. The hexagram is so weird and complicated that I have only seen it in my life, where we are, and the origin of everything. As well as the final direction, it is impossible to interpret it through hexagrams, and the temple we are in seems to have no existence at all!"

"I'm worried that the astrology in the night disturbed the hexagrams I made, and I made a hexagram for everyone around me, including the young lady, to seal the door."

"How about the hexagram?" Ye Qiutang asked, at this moment she had to hold on to something to barely stand still.

Song Tianming's face was faintly filled with despair, it was a kind of cyan color with the color of death~www.wuxiamtl.com~ His voice trembled accordingly, "Dead, we...we are all dead!"

"The vitality is not visible, the desperate situation is boundless, from the view of the fate map, we are now neither human nor ghost, and I can't interpret the true meaning of the fate map, but... But it must be dead!"

This sentence is like the last straw that crushes Ye Qiutang. The old man in front of her is one of the most powerful spell masters in the dynasty. If he is helpless, then today is really...

"There is no hope, there is no limit..." Ye Qiutang forced himself to calm down, "Sir! It's not that there is no life, maybe... maybe it's just that we haven't found a way out yet!"

This was almost just to comfort himself, but it worked, and Song Tianming, whose face was covered with blood, stared into his blood-red eyes, "I made another hexagram for Jiangcheng Wang Fugui, and their hexagrams are completely different from ours. "

"They are living people, at least for the time being, especially that Wang Fugui, whose hexagrams are surprisingly good, turning bad luck into good luck, and bringing good luck to death!"

Some people died, but not completely dead...