Nightmare Attack

Before Jiang Cheng could react, the paper man was snatched away by Monk Huicong, stuffed into his mouth, chewed a few times, and then swallowed.

Huicong, who had swallowed the paper figurine, still had that silly look on his face, smiled naively at the two of them, then squatted down, and mysteriously took out a few more from the tattered cuffs under the gaze of Fatty Jiangcheng. paper man.

It’s similar to the last paper figurine, except this time there are only 7 paper figurines left.

"Hurry, you... hurry up!" Monk Huicong gestured to the paper figures with his hands, his unusually clear eyes full of strange expectations.

The fat man couldn't help but feel chills on his back. Just like last time, Huicong monk asked them to choose one of the remaining paper figures. But you know, the young man selected last time was actually dead!

The reason for this is not yet clear, but it is definitely directly related to Monk Huicong!

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and nodded to Master Huicong with a smile on his face, "Master Huicong, these are your treasures, can we keep them?"

Hearing this, Monk Huicong showed fear on his face, then shook his head violently, and said in a frightened and stammering voice: "No, no..."

"Why not?" Jiang Cheng pressed forward and continued to ask.

At this moment, Monk Huicong seemed to be so anxious that he was about to cry. He was scratching his head and head, and finally he choked out a few words, "No, he won't let..."

"Who? Who wouldn't let me?"

Jiang Cheng knew he had grasped the key point. This monk Huicong was just a breakthrough. The real key thing was hidden behind him, as well as the ghost Guan Erye. If the ghost Guan Erye hadn't appeared to save him, I'm afraid Monk Huicong would have been beaten to death. , there must be some unspeakable connection between the two.

Monk Huicong shook his head violently, tears and snot flowed out from his eyes. At the same time, he covered his ears with both hands and shouted in pain: "Don't...don't force me, don't force me!"

Worried that the scream would attract other people, Jiang Cheng immediately offered words of comfort, but Monk Hui Cong didn't buy Jiang Cheng's face at all. Until the fat man took action and pressed Monk Hui Cong's shoulders, a magical scene happened. Monk Hui Cong, who was gradually losing control, slowly calmed down. , and the movements are not as resistant as before.

"Master Huicong, it's okay, it's okay. My brother is a good man. He wants to help you. I know you have suffered a lot and everything will be fine." The fat man looked into Monk Huicong's eyes sincerely.

Time was running out, and Jiang Cheng was still worried about the situation of Yao, Shun, Yu, Li Bai and the others, so after getting the fat man's affirmative look, Jiang Cheng continued to ask questions, but this time he changed his approach, "Master Huicong, don't worry, I won't ask you about that person Do you think this is a good idea? Let’s play a game. I guess the person’s name and you nod or shake your head. How about that?”

Huicong thought for a while, and finally nodded reluctantly with Fatty's encouragement.

"That person...is the abbot of this temple?" The first thing Jiang Cheng thought of was the abbot of Zhijie Temple who had never shown up. After all, Huide and the others had said that it was the abbot who told them to take care of Junior Brother Huicong.

Monk Huicong shook his head.

Jiang Cheng was a little surprised, but he continued to test: "That must be Master Huide."

Monk Huicong still shook his head.

"That's Huiming?" Jiang Cheng thought of the monk who whipped him.

Unexpectedly, Monk Huicong still shook his head.

Not the abbot, not Huide, nor Huiming. Apart from these few, Jiang Cheng didn't know anyone in the temple. After a moment of silence, he suddenly had an idea and drew a circle on the seven paper figures on the ground with his hand. "Is it possible that he is among the seven of them?"

Seeing that Monk Huicong still shook his head, Jiang Cheng was somewhat relieved. He was most worried about encountering the darkness under the lamp, but no one expected that Monk Huicong stared directly at him. After a moment, he stammered: "No, it's not. …It’s not 7, it’s… it’s 5.”

Now not only Fatty, but also Jiang Cheng was confused. After Fatty reacted, he checked the paper figures again, "That's not right, Master Huicong, these are obviously 7 people!"

"It's not... it's not 7, it's 5, it's 5!" Monk Huicong said breathlessly.

The fat man's heart skipped a beat, and he thought, maybe two ghosts had sneaked in, there were two ghosts among those 7 people!

Jiang Cheng was the first to calm down. He patted the fat man's arm and told him to pay attention to his emotions and not to frighten Monk Huicong. Then he asked calmly: "Master Huicong, how many people are here in total?"

"10 people." Huicong answered decisively this time.

The fat man was completely helpless and felt like his brain was about to burn. If there were two ghosts among the seven people, then the total number of people they came should be eight, including the dead young man.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and pointed at him and Fatty, "How many of us are here?"

"4...4." Monk Huicong spoke clearly.

Fatty: "!

! "

After the doubts, there was extreme panic. How could there be four people here...he and the doctor were clearly the only two people here!

The fat man looked around, but there wasn't even a ghost nearby, let alone a human being.

But this time Jiang Cheng seemed to understand a little bit. He pointed to the paper man on the ground again, and then pointed to him and Fatty, "Master Huicong, you mean that the people here are divided into two parts, one part is 4 people, and the other part is 5, can I understand it this way?”

Monk Huicong nodded his big head vigorously.

"Very good." Jiang Cheng smiled and nodded, "In other words, I and my friend are the same type of people as some two of these seven people, right?"

This time, Monk Huicong hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, and he recalled one thing. As early as yesterday when he was eating in the dining hall, Monk Huicong brought two more bowls of porridge. Now it seems that the extra two bowls were prepared for the two people of his kind.

After figuring this out, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but value Monk Huicong a little more. Huicong's ability is amazing, and he is somewhat similar to Su An. He has a certain talent that can see the essence.

Monk Huicong seemed to be a little impatient and began to gesture to them. Jiang Cheng understood that he wanted them to choose paper figures quickly.

Thinking of the two people who were the same kind hidden in the "benefactor", Jiang Cheng probably knew the rules and purpose of the paper figure selection game, "You want us to choose those two people of the same kind, right? Because they are going to harm us, so we have to choose them and let Guan Erye kill them."

This time, Monk Huicong didn't react at all, but kept urging them to choose quickly. Jiang Cheng smiled when he saw this. This kind of lottery game is simply giving away points for them who have a fat man.

"Fatty, find those two bastards!"