Nightmare Attack

From the first moment he saw the maid, Jiang Cheng knew she was dead.

The maid's face was ashen, her broken facial features were bleeding continuously, her limbs were twisted, and her naked body was covered with scars left by blunt objects. Her head was dented, and her eye sockets that were shattered by blunt objects were sunken. The squeezed out eyeballs were just hanging out, looking extremely horrifying.

But that's not the most important thing. Jiang Cheng looked all over the maid's body and couldn't find a single scar left by a sharp weapon.

The maid was not killed by Guan Erye's ghost, but was beaten to death by the evil monks of Huide Huiming. There were regular bruises on the maid's body to prove this.

Sure enough, it was not only Guan Erye's ghost who could kill people in this weird night, but those evil monks were also one of the threats. Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel scared. If he and Fatty were caught up by Huide and others, the consequences would be disastrous.

There is no guilt for the death of the maid in Jiangcheng. After all, through the conversations with the monks, it was known that the maid's true identity should be the second-generation Crimson lurking among Ye Qiutang and others.

However, this second-generation crimson is really bold and actually wants to make a deal with the evil monk in the temple. This move is not without danger.

"tread."

"tread."

"tread."

…

The maid's body moved, as if she knew that Jiang Cheng would never leave the room again, and squatting outside was useless. The maid dragged her twisted and broken legs, limped away in an extremely weird posture, and glowed with a faint light. Shocking traces of blood were left on the bluestone.

After the sounds outside completely disappeared, Jiang Cheng waited patiently for a while. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly turned his head to look at the fat man, "Huh--, it's okay."

"That thing...is gone?" During this period, the fat man did not dare to breathe.

"Well, let's go." Jiang Cheng wiped the blood on his hands and looked at the fat man up and down with some vigilance, "By the way, how did you come back alone?"

Now it seemed that the fat man had been tricked before entering the building, and all Jiang Cheng could think of was the moment when the mysterious man sprinkled incense ash in front of the building, and the fat man even tripped over the threshold.

The fat man's next words also confirmed Jiang Cheng's guess, "It was in front of the building door, I was about to go in, and suddenly someone pulled me from behind. I lost my balance and fell backwards, hitting the back of my head on the ground. Then he passed out."

"You weren't the one who tripped on the threshold?"

"What threshold?" The fat man was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Cheng waved the fat man over, and then looked at the back of his head. Sure enough, there was a big swelling there. "Go on, when did you wake up?" After what happened just now, Jiang Cheng saw that everyone has problems.

"Wake up... about half an hour ago, I was being dragged away. I fell so confused that I thought the person dragging me was you, the doctor."

"But when I regained consciousness, I realized something was wrong. The man was not very strong and it was very difficult to drag me. I was dizzy and the sky was dark at the time. I tried my best to raise my head but I could only see a figure in the lake. But I touched the man's hand." The fat man suddenly stopped and stared straight at Jiang Cheng, "The man's wrist was very thin and skinny, and there were scars on the back of his hand and arm."

He was very thin and had injuries on his body. These two factors made Jiang Cheng's eyes freeze and he instantly locked onto the other party's identity, "It's Monk Huicong!"

"Yes, I think it was him, but before I could say anything, he broke my hand and ran away without looking back." At this point, the fat man's face was also full of doubts.

Sitting on the wooden stool, I thought about what I saw tonight several times. The last few words of the abbot came to my mind: "Donor, don't be blinded by illusions. Go back quickly. When true and false meet, You know that what the poor monk said is true."

Looking at the fat man in front of him, Jiang Cheng knew clearly that what the abbot meant when the real and the fake meet was that he would see the real fat man when he returned to his residence, and at that moment, the fake fat man around him would naturally be unable to hide himself.

After hearing Jiang Cheng's experience, the fat man swallowed nervously, "Doctor, it seems that this abbot has two brushes. If he hadn't reminded you tonight, you would have been in danger."

"By the way, how did he know that the man was a ghost in disguise? Did he rely on some magical power?" The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng and asked.

This question seemed to hit the point, and Jiang Cheng's face became tangled. The abbot actually mentioned that in order to resist this illusion, the abbot even went so far as to destroy a pair of his own eyes.

Jiang Cheng probably understood what the abbot meant. People without eyes would calm down and see things with their minds. This was probably the way to break the situation.

According to the abbot, this night is nothing but illusion, so it is not a serious matter to blind oneself at night. Anyway, everything will return to normal during the day.

Jiang Cheng was not afraid of pain, or he was reluctant to use this trick. He was worried about being cheated.

The abbot's theoretical basis is that what is false at night is true during the day, so the harm to the body at night is harmless. Even after becoming blind, one can be like the abbot and no longer disturbed by various delusions. Jiang Cheng remembers it clearly. Not long ago, all those ghosts of Hui De and Huiming stopped outside the door of the building where the abbot lived, and they did not dare to come in at all.

Jiang Cheng guessed that they were either restricted by certain rules and blocked out, or they were afraid of the blind abbot and worried that the abbot was deliberately trying to discover their true identities.

Of course, there is another possibility, Jiang Cheng's vision gradually turned cold, that is, these are all illusions, the illusion deliberately created for him by those ghosts!

The so-called abbot is also a fake. He is in the same group as Hui Dehuiming. These... are all just a show they put on together.

Hearing Jiang Cheng say what he was thinking, the fat man felt a chill hit his face, and his lips trembled unnaturally, "This... this is impossible. If this is the case, then what did the guy pretending to be me say just now? If not The abbot reminds you, if you don’t get it right, you have to..."

Suddenly, the fat man seemed to have thought of something, and Tong Kong shrank suddenly, "Could it be...could it be that that guy was also a part of the trap, and that they were in the same group?!"

"A simple lie cannot deceive anyone, but what if you hide one lie among ten truths?"

"First he throws out a fake bait, and then he deliberately leads us to discover this bait to gain our trust in him. When the time is right, he will catch us all."

"But...but he can obviously kill you, what is his purpose of doing this?"

The next second, the fat man's face turned ugly, because he saw Jiang Cheng slowly raise his blood-stained hand, and stretched out two fingers to point at his eyes.