There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Chapter 41 Twenty-four Coins of Favor

Eight people!

There were eight people thrown into the Taoist temple.

They lay on the ground, struggling and wailing with their eyes closed, not daring to open their eyes or get up.

In addition to the physical pain, there was also fear and anxiety in their hearts. After all, these people had entered the Taoist temple with the gate open and carried corpses out. Those people died in a very miserable way. After carrying the corpses, they had nightmares for several nights.

Nie Wushuang turned his head and looked at the hall.

That night, the intruder broke into the hall and happened to encounter strange evil spirits. In less than half an hour, he died.

Now it is daytime, and these people broke in.

What will happen next?

"Ah!"

Suddenly, someone screamed in extreme fear.

Like the cry of a rooster whose neck was cut but the blood never sprayed out completely.

"Ghost... Ghost..."

He pointed to a corner of the courtyard wall, kicked the ground with his legs, and kept retreating, colliding with the people behind him, struggling, trying to hide behind others.

Nie Wushuang looked over.

He suddenly realized.

The body of the intruder that day was placed there. Compared with more than ten days ago, the skin was mostly broken, revealing the white bones, and the eye sockets were empty. It faced the martial arts disciples lying on the ground, as if staring at them.

"Dead?"

Wei Zhongnan screamed.

"If he is dead, why is the door of the Taoist temple closed?"

He probably mistook the body for Nie Wushuang.

This is not good!

"Hi!"

Nie Wushuang raised his hand and greeted those guys.

Such a big living person, sitting on the steps, those guys didn't even see it, so he had to take the initiative.

"Hello everyone!"

"Oh my God!"

Someone screamed at the sound, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, his feet were flying, and he rushed to the back of the door in a breath, pulling the door hard, trying to open the door and escape.

"Save me, save me..."

He shouted hoarsely.

Compared with him, the reactions of others were not much better.

Some people ran to the wall, trying to climb up the wall that looked only one meter high. Some people curled up on the ground with their heads in their hands, muttering to themselves, begging for help from some gods. Some people ran to other places...

Among the eight people, no one dared to look directly at Nie Wushuang.

This is embarrassing!

Nie Wushuang raised his hand and scratched his scalp, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He stood up, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and watched the performance of those guys silently.

Those who opened the door naturally couldn't open the door, and those who climbed over the wall naturally jumped back into the yard. Those who cried were still crying, and those who wailed were still wailing...

It took a while before they quieted down.

Someone also saw Nie Wushuang.

"You! You, not dead..."

Wei Zhongnan pointed at Nie Wushuang and shouted.

"Yes, not dead."

Nie Wushuang nodded.

He didn't say the rest.

I'm not dead, you may die!

It's just that I don't know when.

A quarter of an hour later, the chaos ended.

The eight martial arts disciples who entered the Taoist temple against their will did not die at this time.

In fact, they did not feel the slightest threat of death. Except that they could not get out, there seemed to be no problem.

"You, go and bring the pot of meat porridge!"

Someone pointed at Nie Wushuang. How to say that face, it was not very comfortable.

"I'll go..."

Wei Zhongnan stood up.

He smiled at the man.

"With your attitude, aren't you afraid that the kid will spit in the porridge?"

"Spit it out, it's not clean, there's nothing wrong with eating it!"

The man didn't care and said nonchalantly.

At this time, in their cognition, the Taoist temple was not dangerous except that they could not get out.

Anyway, it will be opened on the first day of next month, and they can go out then.

As for what to eat in the next few days?

Doesn't Nie Wushuang still have food stored?

He can't finish so much food by himself anyway, so why not share it with everyone.

As for the opinions of the parties involved?

Is he qualified to make opinions?

The reason why these guys have such a perception is nothing more than Nie Wushuang concealed the truth, saying that it is like this when you come in, except that you can't go out and are cut off from the outside world, nothing has happened.

It's like being in prison!

Why do you do this?

Bad taste?

Actually, it's not.

Nie Wushuang is just too lazy to talk and explain.

Why do you say so much to a dying person?

The porridge was served, and several people gathered around the pot of hot porridge and devoured it.

They didn't invite Nie Wushuang to come up and drink the porridge, leaving him alone in the corner, watching them enjoy it.

Perhaps, doing this can make them feel a sense of accomplishment.

Nie Wushuang didn't come forward and ask for a share.

He just watched coldly.

Eat, the more the better!

Laugh, the happier the better!

I'm afraid I won't be able to laugh in a while!

After a while, the guys finished sharing the hot porridge, and no one cleaned up. Some were chatting, some were picking their teeth, and some were lying down on Nie Wushuang's bedding.

"You, go clean up!"

Someone hooked a finger at Nie Wushuang and ordered him to wash up.

Nie Wushuang walked forward with a smile.

"Everyone, are you full?"

"Chenghui, 24 blood-nourishing pills, three per person, who's paying?"

He looked at those guys with a smile.

"What are you talking about?"

Someone stretched out his little finger and picked out earwax.

"Did I fucking hear that right?"

Another person stood up and strode towards Nie Wushuang. He stretched out his finger, pointed at Nie Wushuang's face, and wanted to poke it.

"Boy, can you say it again?"

He had a straight face and a fierce expression.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and a figure flew up.

It flew several feet until it hit the wall.

"Bang!"

The sound was louder, and the figure hung on the wall like a painting. Without hooks, it slid down the wall and collapsed to the ground.

Everyone turned around and saw that it was their companions.

They all turned their heads and looked at Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang raised his fisted right hand, put it to his mouth, and blew gently. He looked back at those guys with bright eyes.

"Chenghui has twenty-four blood-nourishing pills. Who is in favor of this price and who is against it?"

"Fuck you!"

Another grumpy guy stood up, his blood boiling, his muscles and bones roaring, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and rushed towards Nie Wushuang.

What a Tiger Roar Fist!

The kid was knocked unconscious before, but he was unprepared.

Now, if the companions go all out, they will definitely get revenge.

This is the voice of the beholder.

Then……

"Bang!"

A muffled sound shattered their hearts.

They could see clearly that their companions flew backwards faster than they could fly forwards.

It flew several feet quickly and hit the wall heavily.

Following in the footsteps of his companions.

this?

They looked at each other with uneasiness in their eyes.