Nightmare Attack

Hearing that Ye Qiutang's already dim eyes glowed with life again, "When disasters turn into blessings, disasters turn into blessings... So as long as we follow the two of them, maybe we can find some hope!"

"Looking at this person's face, he is definitely not a short-lived person. At least this precept temple is not his burial place." Song Tianming took a deep breath and looked towards the courtyard gate, which is the direction where Wang Fugui disappeared last. "If this If there is really such a small chance of survival in this catastrophe, these two people are our only way out!"

"And I can be sure that these two people are by no means ordinary people. As for their claim that they are from Bianzhou, I am afraid it is also a lie."

Jiang Cheng's face flashed across Ye Qiutang's mind, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who do you think they are?"

This time Song Tianming hesitated rarely, and finally shook his head, "If the hexagram is not revealed, I'm afraid it's a secret that must not be revealed."

"But please rest assured, Miss, one thing is certain, no matter what their identities are, they are all on our side at this time."

"In this precept temple, we are friends rather than enemies."

Ye Qiutang nodded slowly. Song Tianming's words were not difficult to understand. In order to kill the two, Lu Zhu did not hesitate to seek cooperation with the monks in the temple. This is enough to explain the problem.

"Okay, then, according to what Mr. said, we will bet our treasure on these two people, and hope...every disaster will turn into good luck, and disaster will turn into good luck!"

At this moment in the west wing room, the door was closed tightly, and a burly figure was leaning against the door, holding a dagger in his arms.

Although the middle-aged man lowered his head at this moment, as if closing his eyes and resting his mind, no one dared to ignore the evil spirit on this man.

In addition to the two who had died, there were four other people in the room, a boy with red lips and white teeth, a plainly dressed old woman, and a grey-haired old man who looked benevolent.

At this moment, except for the old man who sat at the table calmly, the boy and the old woman looked very nervous.

The little boy looked nervously at the old man. After seeing the old man nodded slightly, the little boy approached the middle-aged man with relief, and said in an immature and fearful voice: "Zhao... Zhao Dutong, I want to show respect."

"No!" Zhao Dutong opened his eyes suddenly, his eagle-like gaze seemed to dismantle the little boy.

After this, the child was almost scared to cry, and his legs trembled, giving people a sense of urgency about incontinence.

"Oh, Zhao Dutong, what are you doing?" The benevolent old man couldn't stand it anymore, stood up, walked to the boy's side, stroked the boy's head with his hand, and then looked at the cold-faced middle-aged man The man said, "How long has it been? I don't know how long it will take if I continue to wait. In this way, Zhao Dutong, just for my sake, let him go."

"Mr. Murong, don't embarrass me. This is what the lady said. Without her order, no one is allowed to leave this room."

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Man, we wouldn't be stuck here either. "

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"Kowtow before the devil, scrape gold from the Buddha's face."

Looking down at the two lines on the back of the paper man in his hand, Jiang Cheng fell into deep thought again.

The familiar scene not long ago was staged again. Monk Huicong appeared behind them without anyone noticing. After that, they also reselected the paper figurine for tonight.

The paper figurine this time is smaller, a circle smaller than all the paper figurines, because this time, he chose the little boy.

He had seen those second-generation crimsons in the underground base. These people were generally young, and the most likely of the remaining people was that little boy.

He had also observed carefully, but he felt that there was nothing wrong with that little boy, his eyes were pure, his movements were quick, and he had a normal sense of guard against a stranger like him, but the more normal this little boy was, the more he could bear it. Can't help doubting.

"Doctor, what do these two words mean?" The fat man squatting beside Jiang Cheng asked, pointing at the paper figurine.

It is said that Jiang Cheng fixed his eyes on the top of the paper figurine, and said "kowtow before the devil, scraping gold on the Buddha's face" and there are two vertical characters on top of the two lines of Feng Shui, just like the horizontal batch, but the position is not so different from the horizontal batch. same.

"I don't know, maybe it's a reminder to pay attention to Feng Shui or something." Jiang Cheng told the truth, leaving these clues to Li Baiyao and Shun Yu.

Of course, the premise is that they survived the mission last night.

Putting away the paper figurine, he found a piece of dirt, Jiang Cheng picked up a branch, and based on his memory, roughly drew the tattoo on the back of Monk Huicong.

Although it was not the first time I saw him, Fatty was still deeply impressed by Jiang Cheng's memory and painting skills, "It has to be your doctor. With this picture, we can go to that Song Laobang... Bah! Old Song Song ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Let him distinguish whether this is the Buddha’s map of Jialan Bodhisattva suppressing demons, or some Taoist map.”

The fat man took out his mobile phone while talking, and took a few photos of the picture "Kaka".

Jiang Cheng threw away the branch and stood up slowly, "I can't trust people like Song Tianming. When I get in touch with Li Bai, tell her the picture and ask her to take a look."

When Li Baiyao and Shunyu were mentioned, Fatty's original good mood disappeared in half in an instant. It was almost noon now, but they still had no news at all, and the same was true for Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie.

Feeling Fatty's loss, Jiang Cheng patted him on the shoulder, and the two found a shady place and sat down side by side, "I saw Monk Huicong just now, did you notice anything?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"There are more injuries on his body, and those people are getting more and more ruthless." The fat man felt anxious when he thought of Huicong's bruised body.

Jiang Cheng's tone became cautious, "He became thinner and weaker. This time he was taken away by Huide and the others without much struggle."

"He won't last long."