The monk said to himself, not knowing if he was speaking to them behind him, or to the air.

Seeing this neurotic self-talk, Zhang Meng and the old man had a little wonderful look on their faces, but when they saw the sincere face on the monk's face, no one dared to interrupt him.

"They began to indulge in fun and wine, and the city was full of intrigue and bloodshed for riches, and every man's face became hideous and terrifying. In order to arouse the conscience of the people, the god came to the castle in the form of a ragged beggar. The god told the people that it was evil that turned him from a rich man into a beggar, but the beggar's words did not work, but he was insulted and ridiculed by the people in the castle. In a fit of rage, the gods turned the place into ruins, and all the people in the castle were crushed under the ruins. Every night, the spirits of the dead mourn in the castle, hoping that the gods would hear their voices of repentance. ”

The monk suddenly paused and paused suddenly, startling Zhang Meng and the others.

"However, it is not only that, the wrath of the gods has made this place a forsaken place, and it has also become a place where all evil gathers, and if anyone steps into this place at night, it must be attacked by bad luck, and no one is spared, but you have penetrated into this place and found a glimmer of life for the people, and the evil has buried you......"

The monk's voice did not stop, but the content made Zhang Meng's face change greatly, this should not be talking to himself, but reading a diary that recorded the deeds of the dead old monk.

It's just that the content of this is a bit unbelievable, the land of the forsaken gods, and the legend is nonsense according to reason, although the people who have entered this 'devil's city' over the years are not many, but there are definitely a lot, if it is really according to what the monk said, then the number of people who die in this devil's city every year should not be an astonishing number, this situation is impossible.

"This monk seems to be a little wrong, brothers, let's wait a minute, if we see anything wrong, we will subdue him first."

The old man quietly took a few steps closer to Zhang Shaotu, and he whispered.

Zhang Shaotu nodded slightly, it is true that they don't want to turn their faces, it is really that this monk's appearance is too abnormal.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing.

It was as if a black cloth had suddenly covered the whole heaven and earth, and the originally bright light suddenly dimmed three times.

"Look over there, it's so dark, isn't it going to be a sandstorm?"

Xiao Er on the old man's side suddenly pointed in one direction and roared in horror, Zhang Meng glanced in the direction that the guy was pointing, and immediately found that there seemed to be a pitch-black 'dark cloud' on the horizon that seemed to be impotent and black, and it was frantically converging towards them at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Or it can't be said to be a dark cloud, because from its body, it seems to be completely dark, and they don't see even a trace of thunder, so this scene seems really a little weird.

"No, it's not a sandstorm! Definitely not a sandstorm? You see there's no light on the ground, where is the sandstorm? ”

Zhang Shaotu suddenly roared loudly, his eyebrows trembled wildly, and an ominous premonition enveloped his heart.

That kind of darkness is a direct change of day and night, without any warning at all, and it is indeed as the second uncle said, although the wind here is a little strange, but compared to the situation of the sandstorm, this is simply a drizzle, not a precursor to that kind of crazy storm at all.

The black light chased towards them like a tide, and in the darkness and chaos, I don't know who yelled 'go', although Zhang Meng and his party knew that the speed was definitely faster than the speed at which the darkness spread, they still ran frantically towards the front.

And the most bizarre thing is that the monk actually stayed where he was, looking at the sky and roaring loudly at the diary.

Every word was as if he was shouting out with all his strength, and in the end, the monk's voice seemed to have been torn apart to enter the wind, and the voice was full of the charm of broken sounds.

In less than a second, the darkness had completely swept over the monk's body, enveloping everyone living in this devil's city in an instant.

"Stop him, don't let him continue to read the scriptures!"

Zhang Shaotu suddenly pointed at the monk and shouted loudly.

Zhao San was the first to react, he pulled out a dagger stuck in his waist and slammed it towards the monk, and the old man didn't know where to hide a pistol, and he pulled the trigger and was about to shoot at the monk.

"Do!"

The old monk roared angrily, as if he had finished reading the last word.

And in the horrified gaze of the crowd, the darkness in the far distance stopped abruptly as if it had been controlled by something, and on top of a very tall stone statue, it was completely shrouded in darkness, while the other side was bathed in the scorching sunlight.

That scene looked extremely weird, as if this darkness was really controlled by the monk.

The old man raised his gun, and it was dark in front of him, and he couldn't see it at all, but when he heard the monk's chanting had stopped, he hesitated for a moment and finally didn't shoot.

Zhang Meng put his palm in front of his face, but he couldn't see it at all, and it took him a long time to react:

"Is this a eclipse? It's not a sandstorm at all! ”

Zhang Meng's voice trembled a lot, that feeling is not as simple as night, night is a sign of the sun shining on the other side of the earth, but the sun's radiation waves have a lot of extremely powerful penetrating power, in fact, the people at the other end of the night have not completely lost the warmth of the sun, but just temporarily unable to receive the light.

The eclipse is a different case, which means that between the earth and the sun, there is a planet that can block the sun's penetration, blocking the only source of light on the earth.

For a moment, Zhang Meng had an indescribable feeling.

It was as if he had fallen into a bottomless stream, and all the senses, intuition, and sixth senses in his body had disappeared, as if he had become a kid.

Even if his hands were dancing desperately, he couldn't feel the slightest thing, he was like a person under general anesthesia, and he didn't feel anything.

That is definitely a crueler punishment than any extreme punishment!

A prison guard in the United States once revealed after his retirement that the method they use to deal with some extremists is not the punishment of drowning or physical pain, but the confinement in a cold little dark room that can only be curled up, as long as it is locked up for a few days, no matter how strong the heart is, the fear of completely losing the feeling.

All the senses, all the intuition, the sixth sense, and all that is gone, it's like being a kid.

Even if his hands were dancing desperately, he couldn't feel the slightest thing, he was like a person under general anesthesia, and he didn't feel anything.

That is definitely a crueler punishment than any extreme punishment!

A prison guard in the United States once revealed after his retirement that the method they use to deal with some extremists is not the punishment of drowning or physical pain, but the confinement in a cold little dark room that can only be curled up, as long as it is locked up for a few days, no matter how strong the heart is, the fear of completely losing the feeling.