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Jiang Cheng was not in the mood to play charades with him, looked around, and couldn't help frowning, "Why are there only 6 of you left, where is that maid?"
"She was frightened last night, so she stayed 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 was no one in the room at all."
After hearing Jiang Cheng's words, the heroic woman paused, and then became a little nervous, "What you said is true?"
"Really, we have no reason to lie to you."
As the fat man quickly described the layout of the west wing, the complexions of the heroic woman and the others gradually darkened.
"No wonder you are not in the room, so you went to our room." The man dressed as a porter who has always had a low sense of presence said Youyou.
Fatty realized it later, and felt cold behind his back, "You guys went to our room?" Lian
After the middle-aged man with the knife talked about the situation in their room, the two groups fell silent for a while, "I'll talk about it later, what's going on there?" Jiang Cheng raised his chin, indicating the merits tens of meters away. The hall, bursts of noise came from it, completely covering their voices.
The heroic woman was worried, "It's still the same as last night. Those monks drank and ate meat. Only one monk refused and was being abused by them."
"This monk is called Huicong, 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 strange things here are solved, everyone will die in the temple." here."
"The young man among you last night was killed by Guan Erye ghost, 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 we fall, then we will really die." Jiang Cheng explained in as simple a language as possible.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man holding the knife turned hard, "Then how do you explain those monks, they were also slaughtered by Master Guan a lot, why didn't they die?"
"You idiot, still think they are the same people as us?" The middle-aged man's continuous questioning quickly consumed Jiang Cheng's meager patience. Keeping such a person will only lead to bad things. If he doesn't open his eyes, Jiang Cheng doesn't mind Take his paper man away next time.
A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, but he was interrupted by a man dressed as a porter in the next second, "Shut up, Jiang Xiaoyou is right, those monks are not human, and the shadows under them are not right." Lian
This sentence also surprised Jiang Cheng. He had noticed the shadows of those monks just last night, but he remembered that those monks had shadows.
"The shadow is not right..." The heroic woman was slightly stunned, "Senior Song, please speak clearly."
"You come with me." Senior Song turned around and warned, "Don't come too many people, miss, and this little friend Jiang, just the two of you."
Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at the hesitant fat man, "I'll go over and have a look, you should be more careful, there might be something wrong with the missing maid among them."
Hearing Jiang Cheng's blunt 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 covered with cracks. It could be seen that it had been severely damaged, but after rough repairs, it was still usable.
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The severely damaged door shafts and other positions are inevitably replaced with new ones. lotus
Under the leadership of Senior Song, they came to a secluded place, where there was a small paper window.
There was a hole in the paper window, which seemed to have been poked by them not long ago. Senior Song leaned over and looked inside. Jiang Cheng licked his finger and lightly poked a hole nearby.
The scene inside was shocking. The monks were shirtless and betting on wine. The table was very messy. There were large bones in the overturned wine jars.
For a moment of distraction, Jiang Cheng even wanted to go in and join them.
"Steady your mind."
Senior Song's voice of warning
It came, but in the next second, they were still shocked by what these monks did. They saw a monk who lost his punch took a big gulp of wine, then got up and broke the wine bowl, looking for a sharp piece , patted his left hand on the tabletop overflowing with wine with a "snap", and then began to cut the flesh with pieces.
Bright red blood flowed out. Seeing this, instead of stopping the monks around, they became more and more excited, and the monk who cut the flesh became more and more diligent, and finally even grasped the fragments tightly as an axe, chopping himself one by one. finger. lotus
Although such a scene was very weird, it didn't make Jiang Cheng mess up. 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 on the ground. But this time, as the observation deepened, Jiang Cheng finally realized the meaning of what Senior Song said.
That's right, there is a big problem with the shadows of the monks!
These monks at least seemed to be in good health, but the shadows were not. The shadows lacked arms and legs. Jiang Cheng stared at a fat monk who was even bigger than a fat man. Rotten leg of lamb~www.mtlnovel.com~ The mouth is full of oil, but the shadow under him... His shadow is missing a whole big piece, half of his body, even an arm is gone, the gap is very Flattened, it looked like it had been chopped off with some sort of heavy, sharp weapon.
Without doubting it, the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in the hands of Second Lord Guan appeared in Jiangcheng's mind instantly.
Before Jiang Cheng could recover, a familiar figure was pushed and shoved over from the other corner of the room.
"I don't cultivate...I don't cultivate..." Lian
Monk Huicong's cries became thinner amidst the wild laughter of the monks. The clothes on his body were tattered, and the scars on him were shocking.
Monk Huiming held the wine jar in one hand and was about to pour it into Huicong's mouth. His face was hideous like a ghost, "Eat, why don't you eat it! The host said that drinking and eating meat is merit. Brother Huicong, if you don't cultivate merit, how can you get rid of it?" Devil?"
Monk Huicong was bruised all over his body, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to give up. Seeing that Monk Huiming was furious, he suddenly heard a "squeak" and a door opened.
Jiang Cheng looked towards 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 a wall. No one thought that there was a secret door hidden behind it.
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What made Jiangcheng's three people even more unacceptable was that several slender figures wearing monk uniforms but with red hijabs on their heads were pushed out amidst the obscene laughter of the monks.
"Junior Brother Huicong, look who's here?" Monk Huiming pulled a slender figure in the front and yanked off the red hijab.
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