Nightmare Attack

Monk Hui Cong was dragged to the statue of Bodhisattva by several people. He stared at the bloody corpse of the child. Hui Cong's eyes were full of despair. The scarred monk pressed Hui Cong's bald head with his blood-stained hands and knocked it on the ground, feeling like he was losing his mind. Roaring, "Hurry up and worship the Bodhisattva! Junior Brother Huicong, your demonic heart is too strong, you must practice more merit!"

Monk Huicong's head hit the ground hard, and blood was oozing from his forehead. This made Huiqing anxious. She pulled the fat man's sleeves, her voice trembling with nervousness, "Donor Wang, you...what are you waiting for?" ? Hurry, rush in and save people, Brother Huicong will be beaten to death if you wait a little longer!"

The fat man was rightly worried about Huicong, but he was not too dizzy. There were at least 30 monks inside. If they really wanted to fight, they would be no match for them. They could only wait for the opportunity.

"Little Master Huiqing, please be quiet." Song Tianming glanced at her with a warning look, and Hui Qing let go of her hand.

At this time, Jiang Cheng's attention turned away from poor Huicong. He slowly scanned the entire merit hall, always feeling that something was missing inside.

After a while, Jiang Cheng finally realized that it was people. There were a lot of people missing in the Merit Hall tonight.

In addition to the leading monk Huide who did not come, there were at least 10 other monks who did not come.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but become wary. Where did these monks go? Could it be that they went to the abbot's Sutra Pavilion, or were they hiding nearby, waiting to ambush them?

Before Jiang Cheng could tell Song Tianming about this discovery, the next second, the heavy footsteps appeared again, and then the door of Gongde Hall was kicked open, and the heavy door panel flew out, directly hitting a monk underneath. .

The miserable wailing lasted for less than 5 seconds before Guan Er Yegui's boots as big as a boat stepped over and trampled the people under the door to pieces.

Even though they were mentally prepared, several people were still severely shocked when they saw the ghost of Guan Erye coming with a knife. The rotten and black face seemed to have melted, and pus continued to flow towards them. dripping.

In an instant, the obscene atmosphere in the Gongde Hall was swept away. Guan Eryegui's sword was swung like the wind. Wherever it went, the monks were either chopped in half or split vertically. When they were killed, even the monks on the Sumeru throne were killed. None of the Bodhisattva statues were spared.

For a moment, there were screams, wailings, women's screams, and the sound of tables, chairs, wine bowls overturning and breaking.

When Guan Erye's ghost was killing everyone, Jiang Cheng noticed one detail. Guan Erye's ghost seemed to be more ferocious than before. In the two nights before, it had killed all with one knife. But tonight, it killed many people intentionally or unintentionally. Just cut off the limbs of those monks, and then let these people die of pain.

In addition, the degree of decay in Guan Eryegui's body was much more serious than before. From this distance, they could already clearly smell the smell of rotting meat, which gave them headaches.

At least so far, everything the abbot said has come true. Huiqing has been awakened, and the condition of Guan Erye ghost, who exists as a seal, is also deteriorating rapidly. It seems that it won't be long before the seal will be broken.

In the chaos, Jiang Cheng suddenly thought of Monk Huicong, but looking around, the Gongde Hall was in a mess. The chaos continued. Several monks took the opportunity to break the windows and use their hands and feet to escape.

"Where's Monk Huicong?" Jiang Cheng stood up anxiously. At this moment, he didn't care whether he was exposed or not. He stared at the secret door behind the bookshelf, worried that Monk Huicong would lose his head and escape there.

But the next second, he heard the fat man's voice, "There!"

Jiang Cheng turned around suddenly and saw a familiar figure among the monks rushing out, and several people immediately chased after him.

Ye Qiutang and others who were hiding not far away also came over.

"Huiqing, the number of monks who came tonight is out of proportion. Where did Monk Huide and the others go?" Jiang Cheng asked directly.

"Senior Brother Huide..." Huiqing gasped and shook her head, "I don't know, I didn't see him just now."

"There they are! Get 'em!"

There was an angry shout not far behind him, and Jiang Cheng knew that it must be Monk Huiming and his party without even turning around.

However, Huide and the others were in a very bad situation at the moment. The ferocious Guan Erye ghost was chasing them closely. He cut off an arm of the scar-faced monk who was running at the back with a knife. When the scar-faced monk fell, After he fell, he followed up with a knife, cutting off both legs at the knee.

The screams of the scar-faced monk echoed in the night, which was indescribably terrifying.

"tread."

"tread."

"tread."

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Every time Guan Eryegui's boots hit the ground, the ground shook violently. The pressure brought by this was like a big mountain pressing down on them. For a while, the scene became extremely chaotic.

"We can't run away like this, let's lure the pursuers and Master Guan away!" Song Tianyang pushed Ye Qiutang towards Jiang Cheng, "Miss, I'll leave her to you, you go and do your business!"

Then at the next fork in the road, Jiang Cheng and others left first. Hui Qing, who wanted to follow Jiang Cheng's fat man Ye Qiutang and the others, was pulled back by Song Tianming. Song Tianming pretended to be very hasty and said: "Little Master Huiqing, you We must stay, we are unfamiliar with this place, we have to rely on you if we want to escape!"

Huiqing stared at the backs of the three people from Jiang Cheng as they left, then turned to Song Tianming and nodded solemnly, "Donor, follow me closely. I know a place. Let's hide for now."

"Okay." Song Tianming agreed.

As soon as the pursuers behind him showed up, Hui Qing took Song Tianming and others and ran in another direction.

Under the guidance of Fatty, the three people from Jiangcheng quickly passed through the lost forest and arrived at the Scripture Deposit Pavilion.

The Sutra Pavilion was still the same as last night, dilapidated. After noticing that there was no movement nearby, Jiang Cheng found the door from last night, pushed it open and the three of them quickly hid inside.

It was very dark inside the Sutra Pavilion, almost so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. Ye Qiutang made a move, as if he had taken something out of his clothes. "I brought a candle with me, as well as a fire seal." Her voice was low. Very low.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she heard an old voice coming from the darkness, "Don't move."

The sound startled Ye Qiutang, and the candle in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Jiang Cheng, who had already experienced it once, immediately comforted Ye Qiutang, holding down her hand to keep her still, and holding the fat man with the other hand. The three of them stood quietly in the darkness, and each could hear the other's heartbeat.

After a while, there were rapid footsteps outside the Sutra Pavilion, as well as the flickering light of the fire. "Search! Search carefully! The number of those guys just didn't match up. They were missing three people. Those three people might come here." Got here!”

The footsteps quickly came to the door of the Sutra Pavilion, and they were about to break in.

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