Nightmare Attack

"Replaced..."

Ye Qiutang was stunned for a moment when she heard this statement, and then her body trembled uncontrollably. She didn't know why, but she was just afraid, a fear she had never experienced before, as if she had inadvertently peeked into the secret of heaven.

She also felt the strangeness that Song Tianyang mentioned, but she was far less sensitive than Song Tianyang, and she was not so specific as to be "replaced".

Now that the conversation has started, Song Tianyang has nothing to worry about. He pondered for a moment and continued: "Miss, I want to ask you a question. Do you still remember how we came to this temple?"

"We...we walked a long way and saw a group of monks carrying torches, and then..."

"What were we doing before that?" Song Tianming suddenly interrupted, "What were we doing before that?"

This sentence seemed to directly hit Ye Qiutang's pain point. She opened her mouth wide and thought for a long time, but did not say a word.

"Huh -" Seeing this, Song Tianming let out a deep breath, "It seems that the young lady is the same as us and only remembers these."

"We...we lost our way in the mountains and strayed into the most dangerous smoky forest in Lingnan. We were all poisoned and passed out. Fortunately...fortunately, a gust of wind blew away the poisonous miasma at the last moment, and we picked up the miasma. A life. For some reason, Ye Qiutang said these words out of nowhere, as if these things were completely rooted in her memory.

"Is this really true?" Song Tianming's voice was not loud, but powerful.

Hearing this, Ye Qiutang's head began to hurt. She covered her head, as if something was squirming inside. Because of the severe pain, she couldn't think normally at all. "What do you mean? What...what do you want to say?" "

"This is unreasonable at all!" Song Tianming seemed to be enduring great pain. He clutched the Fountain tightly in his hand. The edge of the ancient coin, which was not sharp, cut into his palm and slowly moved along the fingers. There is blood oozing out.

Song Tianming opened his eyes angrily, bloodshot, "I don't need to say how severe the poisonous miasma in Lingnan is. Once encountered, the humans and beasts that enter are almost dead. In the sixth year of Mingzong, a branch of Xiduolin The Tantric lamas unfortunately encountered a poisonous miasma, and in the end only one of the team of a hundred people survived."

"The only surviving eminent monk went crazy. He told everyone he met that there were monsters in the poisonous miasma, and he died within two years."

"I once saw the corpse of this eminent monk. The corpse was immortal after death, and his face was lifelike. There were even signs of rejuvenation, and the joints could be turned over like a living person. Those foolish believers still shouted about the golden body of Buddha, the soul boy. Reincarnation, Hu Tu! It’s obviously... it’s obviously evil energy entering the body. If it’s not dealt with, the monk’s body will be exhumed!”

"Fortunately, there are experts in Tantric Buddhism who are in charge. Finally, after expelling all the believers, a secret sealing ceremony was held. After sacrificing six Tantric lamas as human beings, they were reluctantly sealed, and the body of this eminent monk could not be kept. In the end, I have no choice but to crush my bones and spread my ashes.

"Miss, we have been trapped by the poisonous miasma for a long time. In a place like this, all the eminent monks and lamas of the Tantric Sect were wiped out, let alone us?"

"No one of us died, we all came out fine, including an old woman and a child who were slow to move. Is this possible?"

Song Tianming's words were like a nail driving into Ye Qiutang's head, and they seemed to open a window into her memory. In her memory, they got lost and encountered a poisonous miasma. When they were about to die, a gust of wind blew them away. They fell into the poisonous miasma, and then... then they woke up, and then met the two Jiangcheng Wang Fugui who were unconscious after falling off the cliff, and finally came to this strange precepts-holding temple...

Now when we put all these things together, it is not only unreasonable, but also a fantasy novel would not dare to write like this. Surviving from the poisonous miasma after just sleeping is not something that can be explained by a lucky fate.

"You...just say what you want to say!" Holding back the severe pain in his head, the ferocious-looking Ye Qiutang was convinced that he had grasped the key.

Song Tianming's face became more ferocious, and veins popped up on his forehead, "Although we don't know what happened, we must have encountered something terrible in the poisonous miasma. We...we were replaced by those things, or rather Several of us were completely replaced!"

"They're not the same people we knew anymore, or even... they're not even necessarily people!"

"It's not just them, we... maybe we aren't either!"

"I doubt we're still in that woods, that poisonous miasma!"

Song Tianming's words became more and more absurd and confusing as he spoke, but the strange thing was that Ye Qiutang could understand some of them in the chaos.

Song Tianming's face became more and more ferocious, and blood even flowed out of his nostrils. He suddenly grabbed the blood-soaked Fountain, and used the not-sharp edge to slash the center of his eyebrows, causing the taut flesh to crack. , there was blood dripping along the forehead.

While he was finally awake, Song Tianming gasped, "Miss, last night...when I came back last night, I secretly made a hexagram. The weird and complicated hexagrams are the only ones I have seen in my life. The direction we are in, and the origin of everything." And the final direction cannot be interpreted through the hexagrams. It seems that the temple we are in does not exist at all! "

"I was worried that the stars in the night would disturb the hexagram I made, so I made a sealing hexagram for everyone around me, including the young lady."

"How's the hexagram?" Ye Qiutang asked. At this moment, she had to hold on to something to barely stand still.

There was a layer of despair on Song Tianming's face, which was a cyan color with a dead color, and his voice trembled, "Dead, we...we are all dead!"

"There is no sign of life, and the situation is endless. According to the Fate Map, we are neither humans nor ghosts now. I can't decipher the true meaning of the Fate Map, but...but we are definitely not alive!"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke Ye Qiutang's life. The old man in front of her was one of the most famous spell masters in the dynasty. If he was helpless, then today I'm afraid...

"If there is no life, the situation is endless..." Ye Qiutang forced himself to calm down, "Sir! The lack of life does not mean that there is no life. Maybe... maybe we just haven't found a way out for the time being!"

These words were almost just to comfort him, but they had an effect. Song Tianming, whose face was covered in blood, stared at his blood-red eyes, "I gave Jiangcheng Wang Fugui and his two hexagrams again, and their hexagrams are completely different from ours. "

"They are living people, at least for the time being, especially Wang Fugui, whose divination fortune-telling is surprisingly good, turning misfortune into good fortune, and disaster into good fortune!"