Lie Down and Win In Horror Games

A lot of things happen unexpectedly.

Yan Zhengyan, who caught the wooden fish, ran away quickly and disappeared, leaving behind a monk pinching his sleeves and changing facial expressions.

"The good will live forever. Alas, that's not my fault." The monk muttered, comforting himself.

Then he made up his mind, stretched out a hand and slapped it **** the knee of the golden statue of the Buddha in the hall, sinking in.

Complicated recognition in a split second.

The Buddha statue suddenly opened his eyes, and two torch-like flames were launched from the white pupils, and there was a large screen on the outermost part of the firelight: Are you sure that the city will sleep forever?

The monk quickly clicked "Yes", then calmly sat back on the futon, twisted the beads, bowed his head and closed his eyes to recite the scriptures.

The two white-purple flames were no longer limited, and they rushed out of the temple. Fires ignited everywhere they went, and soon the entire Hanshui City became a veritable "fire city".

Everyone in the city silently stayed in place, waiting for the alien to be captured.

When the fire ignited and the environment was hot, they knew what was going on.

However, even if they were burned by the flames, the townspeople did not take any extra action, but secretly endured the pain, prayed for the next life, and silently supported the monk's decision to let the whole city sleep forever.

The fire took a very short time, and Yan Zhengyan had not had time to leave the city.

But it was also because Yan Zhengyan wanted to get the wooden fish like a fan, and it seemed that he just intercepted what others regarded as the most important thing.

One city for one person, of course, loses money. But the monks felt that it was a good deal to exchange a city for the wooden fish and not be obtained by foreigners.

Unfortunately, no one knew that the closure of Hanshui City could not stop Yan Zhengyan from coming and going.

Fanning her spiritual wings, she avoided the chaotic flames and flew high into the sky outside the city, still feeling the heat waves.

Those who died calmly were still unable to resist the pain of their bodies, and they wailed tragically.

As soon as she came out of the temple, a fire burst out. If it was said that the fire had nothing to do with her, she herself would not believe it.

Yan Zhengyan wanted to put out the fire after collecting the wooden fish, but the commonly used spiritual power is like fuel, it will only make it burn more and more vigorously.

The adults don't care much, but the faint cries of young children make it impossible for her to ignore the fire and leave alone.

The temple and the monks have already been reduced to ashes, a mess, and it is impossible to find a way to put out the fire from the source in a short time.

Yan Zhengyan threw the spiritual power rope and wanted to tie up the city residents, but except her, no one else could get out of the city's enclosure. In the end, she would either be burned to death or die of lack of oxygen. .

Then she thought of two methods, one is to use up the power of the little golden bell to see if she can go back to when she was fishing for wooden fish, and the other is to put out the fire.

Time is tight, and Admiralty also refused. Yan Zhengyan thought that the fire was the monk's pot, so he decided to put out the fire instead of playing with the time.

Soon, the overwhelming black mist poured into every corner of the city, swallowing the heat - that was the Yin Qi she borrowed from the pen.

The fire was divided, surrounded, reduced, and gradually extinguished.

The closed cover was also opened automatically after the fire was extinguished, and the people in the city were still in the same place, confused.

Yan Zhengyan asked the pure yin pen to replenish the yin by himself, and he fell to the original site of the temple with only ashes.

Only the head of the Buddha statue in the main hall of the temple survived, and the rest are deep and shallow gray and black embers.

The eyes of the Buddha statue have been half-closed and no longer spewing flames. But it opened its mouth again, frantically devouring the remnants of the temple.

A golden head bounces on the ground, this scene is really scary.

Yan Zhengyan found that the other end was consciously staring at a point and swallowing it down, very persistent.

Buddha!

That point has become a somewhat deep passage, Yan Zhengyan's sharp eyes found that half a bead was exposed at the bottom of the passage.

The color of the bead is no longer the original inconspicuous, but has been calcined to be transparent like dewdrops, embedded with silk and purple patterns.

It seems that the monk is indeed dead, his body is turned to ashes, and the string of beads on his wrist is probably scattered all over the place.

The Buddha's head was swallowed again, swallowing the unusual bead.

Then the Buddha head disappeared, as if it never existed.

Yan Zhengyan watched for a while, then left, no longer lingering.

Dozens of minutes later, in a remote wilderness, she stopped, took out the wooden fish, and vowed to understand its secret: why the monks valued it so much, and even wanted to use a city's life Change.

Unfortunately, Master Yan's knowledge is still too little: in this world, the higher the status, the more hopeless lunatic.

The wooden fish is just a tool for the monks to communicate with each other.

The monk who set fire, to be exact, the monk who destroyed the city himself, just didn't want the aliens to be able to master their communication channels after getting the wooden fish.

Just such a simple idea, let him not hesitate to directly close the city to burn the aliens.

Anyway, the population here is huge, and everyone is the property of the true Buddha, and it is only natural that they should dedicate themselves to the will of the true Buddha.

People don't care if they are enslaved by aliens, but they don't want to go against the will of the true Buddha.

So, Yan Zhengyan, who has been tossing around the wooden fish for a long time, has no knowledge of science and technology, and has not even made any progress. He has not even found a way of communication. It seems that this is just a simple wooden fish.

And when she finally gave up the tossing, it was night again.

Sparse stars twinkle weakly in the night sky.

Early in the morning, Yan Zhengyan set off again, hanging the wooden fish with peeling paint, and went to the next scheduled city - Qiushui City.