Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng was not in the mood to play riddles with him. He looked around and frowned, "Why are there only six of you left? Where is that maid?"

"She was frightened last night and stayed behind to guard the room. The heroic woman stood up and spoke to Jiang Cheng in a calm tone.

"Nonsense, we just came from the west wing, and there is no one in the room at all."

After hearing Jiang Cheng's words, the heroic woman's face paused, and then she became a little nervous, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Really, we have no reason to lie to you."

As the fat man quickly explained the layout of the west wing, the faces of the heroic woman and others gradually darkened.

"No wonder you are not in the room. It turns out you went to our room." The man dressed as a porter, who had always had a low presence at this moment, said quietly.

The fat man realized it later and felt a chill in his back, "Did you go to our room?"

As the middle-aged man holding the knife explained the situation in their room, both groups fell silent for a short time. "We'll talk about the gossip later. What's going on there?" Jiang Cheng raised his chin and gestured to the meritorious service dozens of meters away. Hall, bursts of noise came from it, completely covering up their voices.

The heroic woman was worried, "It's just like last night, the monks drank wine and ate meat, but only one monk didn't obey and was being tortured by them.

"This monk's name is Hui Cong, and he is the key to whether we can leave this temple." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice, "You should also realize that we are trapped in this ghost place. Unless the weird things here are solved, everyone will die. here."

"The young man among you was killed by Guan Erye's ghost last night, right? What we are experiencing now is not a simple dream, and I don't know how to explain it to you, but as long as you die in this dream If it falls, we will really die." Jiang Cheng explained in as simple a language as possible.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man holding the knife looked fierce, "Then how do you explain those monks? They were also slaughtered a lot by Master Guan. Why didn't they die?"

"You idiot, you still think they are the same as us?" The middle-aged man's successive questions quickly consumed Jiang Cheng's little patience. Keeping such a person will only do bad things. If he doesn't open his eyes, Jiang Cheng doesn't mind. Next time take his paper figurine away.

A fierce light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but he was interrupted by a man dressed as a porter in the next second, "Shut up, Xiaoyou Jiang is right, those monks are not human, and there is something wrong with the shadows under them."

This sentence also shocked Jiang Cheng. He had also noticed the shadows of those monks just last night, but he remembered that those monks had shadows.

"There's something wrong with the shadow..." The heroic woman was slightly stunned, "Senior Song, please speak clearly.

"You come with me." Senior Song turned around and warned, "Don't let too many people come, Miss, and this little friend Jiang, it's just you two."

Jiang Cheng turned to look at the hesitating fat man, "I'll go over and take a look. Please be more careful. There may be something wrong with the missing maid among them."

Hearing Jiang Cheng's straightforward warning, the fat man shrank his neck. He could feel that the people around him didn't have much trust in him and the doctor.

After quietly approaching the Gongde Hall, the scene in front of him confirmed part of Jiang Cheng's guess. The doors and windows of the Gongde Hall were full of cracks. It could be seen that it had been severely damaged, but after rough repairs, it could still be used.

The severely damaged door shafts and other positions were inevitably replaced with new ones.

Under the leadership of Senior Song, they came to a secluded location where there was a small paper window.

There was a hole in the paper window. It looked like they had poked it not long ago. Senior Song moved up to it and looked inside. Jiang Cheng licked his fingers and gently poked a hole nearby.

The scene inside was shocking. The shirtless monks were making fists and gambling. The table was very messy. There were large bones in the overturned wine jar. The aroma of wine and meat was so entangled that it even brought out the glutton in Jiang Cheng's body.

For a moment of confusion, Jiang Cheng even wanted to walk in and join them.

"Steady your mind."

Senior Song's warning sound came, but the next second, they were still shocked by what these monks did. They saw a monk who lost the fist fight took a big gulp of wine, then stood up and broke the wine bowl. He found a sharp fragment, slapped his left hand on the table overflowing with wine, and began to cut the meat with the fragment.

Bright red blood flowed out. Seeing this, the surrounding monks not only did not stop it, but became more and more excited. The monk who cut the flesh also worked harder and harder. In the end, he even held the fragments tightly as an axe, and chopped himself off one by one. fingers.

Although this scene was very strange, it did not make Jiang Cheng confused. He held his breath and began to observe the shadows of these monks.

The lights in the Gongde Hall were brightly lit, and the shadows of the monks were clearly left on the ground. But this time, as the observation deepened, Jiang Cheng finally realized the meaning of Senior Song's words.

Yes, there’s something very wrong with the monks’ shadows!

These monks at least seemed to be in good health, but the shadow was not. The shadow was missing arms and legs. Jiang Cheng stared at a fat monk who was even bigger than the fat man. The monk was holding a wine jar in one hand and a boiling stick in the other. The rotten leg of lamb made his mouth full of oil, but the shadow under him... his shadow was missing a whole chunk, half of his body, and even an arm were missing. The gap was very flat, and it looked like Cut off by some kind of heavy, sharp weapon.

There was no doubt that it existed, and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword held by Guan Erye's ghost's hand instantly appeared in Jiang Cheng's mind.

Before Jiang Cheng could recover, a familiar figure was pushed and walked over from the other corner of the room.

"If you don't cultivate...I won't cultivate..."

Monk Huicong's cries became weaker and weaker amidst the wild laughter of the monks. His clothes were in tatters, and the scars on them were shocking.

Monk Huiming held the wine jar in one hand and was about to pour it into Huicong's mouth. His face was as ferocious as an evil ghost, "Eat, why don't you eat! The host said that drinking alcohol and eating meat is merit. Brother Hui Cong, how can you eliminate the merit if you don't practice it?" Inner demon?"

Monk Huicong was beaten all over his body, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to obey. Seeing Monk Huiming getting angry with shame, he suddenly heard a "squeak--" and a door opened.

Jiang Cheng looked toward the sound and saw that a large black wooden frame holding scriptures in the Gongde Hall was pushed away from behind. Behind the wooden frame was the wall. No one expected that there was a secret door hidden behind it.

What was even more unacceptable to the three people in Jiangcheng was that several slender figures wearing monk robes but with red headscarves were pushed out amidst the obscene laughter of the monks.

"Junior Brother Huicong, look who's here?" Monk Huiming pulled a slender figure at the front and violently pulled off the red hijab.