Nightmare Attack

Hearing this, Ye Qiutang was stunned, and then he was about to poke another hole with his finger, but was stopped by Jiang Cheng, "Don't move around, isn't the lesson from last time not enough!"

Ye Qiutang and Jiang Cheng had fallen for the tricks of the Taoist priests in the Gongde Hall before, if it wasn't for a fat man who hadn't been caught, things would have been troublesome.

Telling the fat man to avoid it, Jiang Cheng leaned over to the small hole and looked in. Slowly, his breathing became short of breath. The fat man was right, that monk was indeed Song Tianming!

But at this moment, Song Tianming was clearly not a living person, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes were one big and one small, and his eyes were even less radiant.

Song Tianming walked out of the darkness with stiff movements, his expression was exactly that of his dying face, and to Jiang Cheng's surprise, he was still holding an extinguished candlestick in his hand.

Seeing Song Tianming, the identities of the other six monks who turned their backs on him were ready to be revealed, namely the six people who died before.

But what Jiangcheng didn't understand was why these dead people appeared here, and looking at them, they seemed to be worshiping Buddha.

This is the first time Jiangcheng has seen the saying that the dead worship Buddha.

Just when Jiang Cheng was about to get out of the way and let the eager Ye Qiutang take a look at the situation, an accident happened. The dead Song Tianming suddenly turned his body and met Jiang Cheng's eyes.

In the next second, those empty eyes overflowed with indescribable hatred, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt his whole body go cold, his hands and feet became uncontrollably stiff, and forcibly filled his mind with countless weird images , It was a bloody sacrificial ceremony, the men struggled and wailed in the underground cave with their swollen bellies in their hands.

Their hands and feet were bound, and women with big arms and round waists covered them with mud layer by layer with trowels, first the body, then the hands and feet, and finally the head.

Because their hands and feet had been broken long ago, these men struggled like bloated worms. The picture was horrifying and miserable, and the wailing sound echoed in the small cave, all of which made people despair.

Immediately afterwards, including Song Tianming, four figures came towards them with strange and fast steps on tiptoe.

"Dengdengdeng."

"Quick! Take me away!" Jiang Cheng couldn't move and could only growl.

At this moment, the fat man Ye Qiutang also realized that something was wrong. When the fat man turned around, he pulled Jiang Cheng with his hands, but he didn't pull at all.

Hearing the more rapid footsteps, the fat man lowered his body, hugged Jiang Cheng's waist and slowly exerted strength, trying to lift Jiang Cheng up to his shoulders like a weeping willow, but Jiang Cheng's two feet seemed to be welded. on the ground.

Soon the fat man didn't dare to push harder, because he could already hear the sound of Jiang Cheng's bones.

"Hurry up!" Jiang Cheng yelled, "One who can walk counts as one!"

Fatty's eyes turned red immediately, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to kick down the screen, fighting with those ghosts rushing over.

Ye Qiutang stopped Fatty, "Don't be impulsive, you won't be afraid to keep the green hills."

"Go away!"

The fat man broke free from Ye Qiutang. At this time, the four figures had already arrived behind the screen, and the candlelight reflected the four stiff figures on the screen. The scene was indescribably weird.

Ye Qiutang took one last look at Jiangcheng, turned around and ran away.

The four figures quickly circled the screen, leaning forward towards Jiangcheng with their upper body, looking at these four people from a close distance, the fat man swung his fist. The target he chose was Song Tianming. After all, this old guy had the highest morals when he was alive. Well, these ghost things are all under his control.

Fatty's fist landed firmly on Song Tianming's face, and the next second, Fatty's expression changed. The severe pain made the corner of his mouth twitch, as if the punch had hit a wall.

What's even weirder is that Song Tianming and the others completely ignored the fat man standing in front of him, and walked around him, found Jiang Cheng, then lifted Jiang Cheng's limbs swiftly, and carried him back.

Just when the fat man was stunned on the spot, Ye Qiutang who ran out of the door rushed back again. She grabbed the fat man's arm and dragged him outward desperately, "Hurry up! If you don't leave, it will be your turn!"

The two retreated to the outside of the Buddhist hall, and before they could rest, suddenly a bell rang in the distance. The sound was loud and deep, as if it could clear away all the confusion in people's hearts.

Subconsciously following the prestige, Ye Qiutang's eyes lit up, "The Sutra Pavilion, the Sutra Pavilion has appeared!"

I saw that the stone wall road, which originally only had two options of the Buddha Hall and the Gongde Hall, disappeared, and a place in the distance was lit up, which was the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Wang Fugui, let's go to the Sutra Pavilion first. As long as the feng shui situation of this ghost temple is broken, he will still have a chance to live in Jiangcheng!" Ye Qiutang's voice was trembling with excitement, and the successive encounters made her spirit highly tense. , now finally saw hope.

"Live? How can I live by you?" The fat man mercilessly shook off Ye Qiutang's hand, "Without my brother, you will die if you go to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion!"

"I"

Ignoring Ye Qiutang's next words at all, the fat man ran towards the other direction of the Buddhist hall by himself, where there was a half-open window.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Qiutang withdrew his gaze from the Buddhist scriptures pavilion and came to Fatty's side.

Through the gap in the window, the fat man saw four dead men dressed as monks curl up Jiang Cheng's stiff limbs, and then made him kneel on a futon in a strange posture.

Fatty was relieved quietly that they didn't hurt Jiang Cheng right away.

Song Tianming brought a candlestick, placed it obliquely in front of Jiangcheng, and then lit it.

As the candlelight came on, the darkness in that part was dissipated, and the fat man noticed that there were two futons beside Jiang Cheng.

And on the wall in front of them, there is also a huge white cylinder, which looks like paper, and the cylinder is almost as high as the wall.

Soon, Song Tianming and others also knelt down on their respective futons in the same posture as Jiang Cheng. As the sound of knocking on the wooden fish became faster and faster, eight people including Jiang Cheng jumped forward at the same time, in a state of throwing their bodies to the ground. , while the white paper cylinders in front of them slowly spread out to both sides.

"hiss--"

The fat man slowly opened his eyes wide. He never thought that the white paper cylinder was actually a picture scroll.

The scroll is quite exaggerated in length, it is several meters tall in the vertical direction, and when fully unfolded, it covers the entire wall.

But the fat man couldn't understand the content of the painting. It was a broken bridge, but now there are only a few piers standing, which look quite dilapidated, and most of the rest are dark, but not that kind of bridge. It's pure black, but it has a deep feeling. In short, after looking at it for a long time, it feels like sinking in, which makes people very uncomfortable.

And under the bridge, there is still a waning moon hanging on the dark background.

But how could the moon appear under the bridge?

The fat man soon understood that the darkness under the bridge was not the night, but the river water, and the waning moon was reflected in the water.