Nightmare Attack

The fat man's breathing stopped for a moment. After all, no one dared to think of encountering such a thing just a few hours into the mission. "These people...are all these people ghosts?"

As the scene progressed, their conversation with the "merchants" came to an end. The two of them said goodbye and left. But the moment the camera turned, Jiang Cheng, who had just taken a breath, was suddenly stunned. He seemed to have discovered something.

Jiang Cheng paused the screen and dragged the progress bar back a little bit. The moment the screen froze, Jiang Cheng's head buzzed.

The moment he turned around, the camera panned to his side, which was the fat man's position. The half of the fat man's face exposed in the camera was also modeled.

At this moment, Fatty was standing next to him and watching.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The fat man looked strange and his eyes widened little by little. Just when he turned his head and seemed to want to express something to Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng jumped up and kicked him on the chest at an extremely fast speed. , caught off guard, the fat man was kicked to the ground without even saying "Hey, you".

After succeeding, Jiang Cheng turned around and ran away.

The moment he rushed out of the courtyard, he bumped into several monks. The leader was Monk Huide, whom he had just met. Huide looked at him, a little surprised, "What's wrong with the donor?"

"It's okay, I'm Lida."

Jiang Cheng's heart was beating fast and his head was full of questions, but he still pretended to be calm and treated Huide as if nothing had happened. There was probably a lot going on in this so-called precepts-holding temple.

Originally, Jiang Cheng wanted to send these monks away with a few words, and then hurried to find Fatty and the rest of his teammates. Unexpectedly, Monk Huide seemed to have seen something and asked where his friend had gone.

Jiang Cheng casually said that he had a good chat with the team of saviors and was asked to let him sit for a while.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a monk with a wrinkle on his cheek beside Huide said in surprise: "Donor, do you think who is that?"

The monk was looking in the direction he came from. Jiang Cheng turned around and saw the "fat man" not far away, holding his chest and walking towards him with a painful look on his face.

Huide noticed something was wrong with the fat man, clasped his hands together and asked, "Donor, what are you..."

"No...it's okay, I just didn't pay attention and I fell." Fatty explained, "Just rest for a while and you'll be fine."

"Well, we have to find Junior Brother Huicong to practice merit later, so we won't disturb the two donors." After the monk Huide bowed, he left with the other monks.

Now only Jiang Cheng and "Fat Man" were left at the scene. The two stared at each other. Finally, Fat Man spoke first, "Doctor, I don't know what's going on, but I...I'm really serious. [6] 【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】"

After this incident, Jiang Cheng was a little unsure. After all, if the "fat man" had used some tricks just now, he wouldn't have been able to escape. Then he asked the fat man to stand where he was, while he himself stepped back 5 meters, and the two of them stood side by side. Outside the courtyard, another one remained in the courtyard.

After pulling away, Jiang Cheng took out his cell phone and took a quick photo of the fat man in the yard. He still looked the same as before.

But this time, Jiang Cheng turned the camera again and took a picture of himself. After seeing the photo, he couldn't help but frown. Yes, his face was also modeled on Hu.

He waved his hand and called the fat man over. After showing the photo to the fat man, both of them were a little unsure, "What exactly is going on?" The fat man had a bitter look on his face, and his chest still hurt. "Also, doctor, what are you doing?" The kick was too harsh. This is because I have a good physique. If it were Yao, Shun, Yu, Li Bai or something like that, I would probably have carried him away."

Ignoring Fatty's complaint, Jiang Cheng was still thinking about the photo. He stared at the phone in his hand, "It seems that this should be some kind of restriction. We can't use the phone to determine whether it's a human or a ghost in this mission."

"So the team that saved us are not ghosts, right?" The fat man felt a little better.

"That's not necessarily true. Since there is such a restriction, there must be a reason for it. I think there must be something wrong with that team. Maybe this time the ghost didn't mix among us, but hid among them." Jiang Cheng said.

The fat man took out his cell phone and looked around, "I have an idea. How about we...find someone else to take pictures?"

"Okay." Jiang Cheng nodded.

The most indispensable thing in the temple is monks. Fatty Jiangcheng squatted back and forth to meet several groups of monks, but without exception, they all looked alike.

"Huh..." Putting down the phone and slowly moving his stiff wrist, the fat man let out a long breath, "It seems like this is the case. The camera function of the phone is not useful here."

Just as the two were thinking about where to look for clues, suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from behind them. The two turned around and saw a slovenly monk smirking at them.

The fat man had an impression of him. He was a silly monk he had met once in the dining hall. If he remembered correctly, his monk's name was Huicong.

"Master Huicong, what are you..." Jiang Cheng did not neglect this man because of his stupidity. On the contrary, he became more and more polite. It is these strange people who need to be careful when traveling in the world.

Huicong had two strings of runny nose and waved to the two of them with a very mysterious look, "Hey, come on, come on, honey... I have a treasure for you to see."

After the two of them approached, Monk Huicong wiped his nose with his sleeves indifferently, then looked around in a decent manner, and laughed in a low voice: "Hey, hey hey, you... Come on, brothers, don't you know? ?”

"I don't know." Jiang Cheng said.

After receiving the exact answer, the smile on Monk Huicong's face became even more exaggerated, "That's it...that's good, I can only...show these treasures to you."

As he spoke, Monk Huicong knelt down and mysteriously took out a few paper figures from his tattered cuffs and spread them on the ground. Calling them paper figures was too flattering, but they were actually several human figures torn off from the paper with his hands. There are eight paper figures in total, varying in size, and the edges are quite rough.

But the strange thing is that such a simple paper man can immediately remind people of the old man's team, and each paper man can correspond to one of them.

There are no marks on the paper figure, which is an indescribable resemblance.

"Are these...the people in the west wing?" The fat man looked at these paper figures with some surprise, then raised his head to look at this stupid crazy monk.

Monk Huicong didn't answer, still giggling, with a strange look on his face, and kept gesticulating at the paper figures with his hands, "Hurry, you...you guys, hurry up!"

"What's quick?" Jiang Cheng asked, "Master Huicong, what do you want to tell us?"

At this moment, a loud voice from the distance came, "Junior Brother Huicong, you can make it easy for the senior brothers to find me!"

Following the sound, I saw Monk Huide and his group striding towards here. Monk Huicong's face suddenly changed, and he immediately grabbed the paper man on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.