Chapter 1222 Going to Hell is rampant...

From the soul jade hanging from my neck, there was a faint coolness, as if my whole body was soaked in clear spring water.

I called softly, "Ye Siming? ”

In a moment, Ye Siming's voice came through my head, "Are you awake?" ”

It seems that he used some tricks to make me sober up.

I hummed and asked, "Where am I?" ”

"You fell for the demon monk's sorcery earlier." Ye Siming said truthfully.

I chuckled inwardly.

"With your current strength, unless you ask God, you are not his opponent, but it takes time to please God, and it consumes too much for you, so you don't have to worry too much, if you have a life and death crisis, I will take action." Ye Siming's voice was exceptionally calm, but when he said this, I felt that his tone was dignified.

Looking back on the previous situation, I am not calm anymore.

The fat monk's wooden fish beating, including the sound of chanting, has a strong hypnotic effect, these sounds are completely magical, pervasive, and some people don't even know how to get hit.

From this point of view, this fat monk is definitely uneasy and kind.

I suddenly had a bold idea, Huang Xiaoman was tricked last night, and it was very likely that it was the fat monk's ghost, because he had also been beating the wooden fish last night, and he invisibly made people hit.

At the time, I always thought it was Nightmare's special abilities that caused me to fall into nightmares, but now that I think about it, it doesn't seem that simple.

In other words, there's a good chance he's in league with the Nightmare.

This monk is enthusiastic and charitable on the surface, but in fact he is a demon monk!

I was awake alone last night, which means that I had a strong resistance to his hypnotic ability, which directly destroyed his plan to use the nightmare to extract souls.

If I guessed correctly, it is precisely because of this that the fat monk asked me to meet tonight.

He didn't want to tell me about Chang'an Town, but he had other plans, because he knew that I was immune to his witchcraft, so he would use this method.

I was blinded by the news of my grandmother for a while, knowing that the fat monk was weird, but when it came to my family, I still lost some of my mind.

Now that it falls into the hands of this demon monk, I'm afraid it won't end well.

"It's not yet a situation where you need to take action, you can recuperate with peace of mind, and when you are healed, I will accompany you to the underworld again." I said solemnly.

"What are you going to do?" Ye Siming asked suspiciously.

I half-jokingly said, "Didn't you have a holiday with the Lord of the Hades of the Underworld, and I will accompany you...... Going to hell is rampant. ”

There's a phrase that I've always liked.

If you like someone, whether he is right, wrong, or heinous......

Even if heaven can't tolerate it, then I am willing to accompany him to hell to run rampant.

I will repay the pain inflicted on us a hundredfold.

Ye Siming was silent for a long time, and then said to me, "Now, it's not the time. ”

Of course I do.

But the root of all this, I have to figure out.

At that moment, I suddenly heard movement in the coffin, followed by a dull sound of stones rubbing against each other, as if someone was opening the coffin.

I fumbled around for a weapon to hand into, but found nothing.

Halfway through the coffin, I saw the kind face of the fat monk, smiling at me, holding a dim oil lamp in his hand.

"Amitabha...... Female benefactor, are you awake? ”

The fat monk folded his hands together and bowed to me.