Nightmare Attack

"There are also those two people just now. When we mentioned the Dream Demon, their reaction was very obvious, which means that their experience last night was consistent with ours. Taking a deep breath, the woman sat upright and said, "Don't alarm them for the time being. If they are involved again tonight, When you enter the dream demon, you can try to contact them, but only among the dream demon. "

"Why...since we already know there is a problem, why don't we leave here?" The maid who had been scolded before couldn't help but ask. At this moment, she had tears in her eyes and was obviously frightened.

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

The maid's throat rolled when she heard this, and her subconscious reaction was to look at Mr. Song, who was dressed as a porter. This man was the leader of the alchemist sect and was proficient in the art of yin and yang.

Mr. Song sighed helplessly, "I went out for a walk this morning and found that there was fog around the temple."

The maid was startled, "Is it poisonous miasma?"

The poisonous miasma in Lingnan was really severe. They suffered a lot from the poisonous miasma before and were almost annihilated. Until now, she was still confused from time to time, forgetting how she saved a life from the poisonous miasma.

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

After a while, the woman was the first to react, "Why, does Mr. Song mean that the fog outside can't be blown by the wind?"

"Yes." Mr. Song nodded solemnly, his voice becoming more cautious, "Not only that, I also folded two cranes using my secret paper and sent them into the mist, and set up three kowtow incense sticks. Normally, It is said that no matter it is bad or good, the paper crane will fly back. The brighter the secret paper, the more evil it is inside. But this time, until the incense burned out, there was no movement in the mist. The paper crane lost its trace, and ..." Mr. Song's fingers gripping his knees tightened, and veins appeared on his arms. He was obviously in great panic.

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

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

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

"It's not that it's fried, it's that it's fried." The old man beside him was obviously more experienced in this matter, but at this moment, the old man's face was getting paler, as if he had been drained of blood.

Mr. Song trembled and took out a piece of folded yellow paper from his arms. After the yellow paper was opened, there were dozens of incense sections broken into pieces. The middle-aged man gasped when he saw this, and saw that the broken parts were very rough. , it’s not like it was broken artificially, it’s more like it suddenly exploded.

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 ancestor of the family has never experienced this situation.

But Mr. Song is worthy of being the leader of the sect. After a few words, he regained his balance and regained his composure. His brows were filled with perseverance, "Everyone in the world regards me as an alchemist who only seeks immortality, and I only worship Youshu and Zhu Youshu for my skills." Yin Yang and the Five Elements, everyone knows that we are also based on exterminating demons and protecting the common people. Since we have encountered each other this time, there is no reason to stop our troops. Don't worry, I will do my best to protect you all. If I die unfortunately, I will still Please rush out of the evil temple and go to my sect and tell me about this, and someone from my generation will come to slay the demons."

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

"Mr. Song, does he have a way to break the evil?" The middle-aged man looked at Mr. Song. The situation in front of him could not be solved with brute force. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, but now he saw it with his own eyes. It was so powerful that he was almost killed. The man with the beautiful beard suddenly appeared last night and was frightened out of his wits.

This time Mr. Song did not shirk, but nodded cautiously, "I have a clue. When I was frying the incense, I vaguely saw a few figures in the incense mist. One of them was the one the lady mentioned before. Monk, the crazy monk who was force-fed with wine and meat in Dream Demon," Mr. Song emphasized.

"What about the remaining people?" the middle-aged man leaned forward and asked.

"Huh -" Mr. Song let out a long sigh of relief and said with some relief: "It's the two little brothers who were rescued by us, so we reap the rewards. Whether we can survive this disaster this time depends on them." ”

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Near the Zhaitang, Fatty Jiangcheng walked around for several times without seeing Monk Hui Cong. The Fatty sat on the steps in frustration. He was still thinking about Hui Cong. After all, he remembered how hard those people beat him last night, and Hui Cong. The bruises on his body were bruised and bruised.

"Hey~, hehe~"

Just as the two were thinking about where to look, suddenly, a familiar giggle came from behind. The two turned around and saw Monk Huicong hiding behind a tree not far away, with only a light exposed. The big, sloppy head was grinning at them.

"Master Huicong." The fat man's face was filled with surprise.

But unlike Fatty, Jiang Cheng's first reaction when he discovered Huicong's appearance was to be frightened. After all, they had searched the area and found no Huicong at all, and the tree was not far from them. What happened to the monks in this temple? Is it elusive and makes no sound when walking?

"Hey~, come on, come on."

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

After not seeing each other for a night, Hui Cong seemed to have become thinner, and his clothes became more and more tattered because of the torn clothes. They were put on his body like a torn bag. The fat man's sharp eyes saw the bloody wound under the holes in the clothes at a glance.

The fat man stretched out his hand and pulled Hui Cong's clothes down. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. He saw that Hui Cong had many more bruises on his body, as well as blood stains left by the whip. These scars were very fresh and had not even had time to scab. .

Jiang Cheng's eyes changed. These scars were obviously caused by beatings, which meant that what he saw last night was real, but why... why was the beheaded monk Huiming still alive and well?

Huicong didn't seem to care about this. He just tilted his head and smiled stupidly at Jiang Cheng. Then he stretched out his dirty hands and said incoherently: "Bao...baby, give it to me."

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that Huicong was talking about the paper figures from yesterday, and he did catch one in his pocket. Unexpectedly, he also noticed this.

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