Seeing these words, 009 frowned fiercely, the missing ones seemed to be very important things, but somehow, Forget Dust tore it off.

Are you afraid of being discovered by that "it"?

009 felt a faint chill coming out of his back, the air was heavy on his body, and his soaked clothes were cold.

He looked through the cloth bag again, and found that there was indeed no trace of the torn pages, so he had to put the diary back in its place, and tied it tightly to the edge of the cabinet with the cloth.

When he had done this, he rummaged through all the places in the house where he could hide things, but to no avail.

Somewhat disappointed, he pulled up a chair and sat down, and began to look through all the clues he had now.

Everything that has been recorded in the diary has been safe and sound, but it seems that something has been different since the day of the rat plague.

009's keen sense is that everything seems to revolve around the rat plague, and the turning point of things is likely to be on the rat plague.

There was a period of time before the rat plague was cleared, but then since the death of Brother Kongyuan, the temple began to die one after another, and the rat plague re-emerged, until later the old monk's temperament changed greatly, and it was forbidden to deal with the rat plague, all of which happened by coincidence and weird.

Is there any direct relationship between the rat plague and a series of events that happened in the temple?

009 remembers that the last piece in the broken place in the diary has the word "it" -

This seemed to indicate that Forgotten Dust knew what was going on.

009 suddenly thought of a key point, Forget Dust knew what was going on, so he painted owls all over the wall, would that be - Forget Dust also died because of this.

009 felt the chill on his back again, and the sunlight shone on the dark room, making it look particularly dim.

The owl painted on the wall was still looking at him fiercely, densely numbing to the scalp, he put his hand in his pocket, unconsciously twisting the Buddhist beads, but suddenly frowned.

- No, not the right quantity!

He poured out the Buddha beads in his pocket and scattered them on the table with a clang.

Originally, there were seven beads on the bracelet, two of which were engraved with strange patterns, but this time there was only one left.

009 rummaged through his pockets and finally found a second bead in a corner, which had been broken.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, but he also suddenly realized something.

He was originally a dead man, but once he returned to the time when he first came to this copy, he still didn't believe in being born again.

So far, everything has not changed, except for this bead, Buddhism pays attention to the reincarnation of cause and effect, if his choice is cause, then this bead is very likely to help him bear the fruit of death.

Of course, this is just speculation.

009 tried to think about it, and found that the diary mentioned a mouthful, and this bead was given by an old monk.

The information didn't allow him to reason, so he put the beads back in his pocket, and let out a long sigh of relief, ready to push the door and walk outside.

Outside of his sight, the paintings on the walls were fading away, and patches of blood were slowly pouring on the walls, and the scarlet color permeated the room, making it look obscure in the sunlight.

A pair of hideous eyes were staring at his back.

Su Que slowly covered his mouth.

……

Outside, the weather was a bit overcast, with dark clouds gathering in the sky and the wind passing through the empty temples, making it look particularly cold.

009 had a bad feeling in his heart, but he turned around and looked at the closed door and walked forward.

He had to figure out about the rat plague first, and it wasn't a solution to just shrink back to the end.

He turned his way towards the place where the man's body had been found, passing through many empty courtyards, and the smell of rat poison filled the air, forcing him to cover his nose, but still choking.

It's one thing to have a rat plague in the yard, but wouldn't people feel uncomfortable spraying so much rat poison?

He ran quickly through the empty courtyard and hurried all the way to the place.

The clouds overhead were dark and dreary, lingering like a curse, and the wind began to rage in the temple, and the storm played its prelude in a frenzy, and the willow tops of the trees were blown with a "bang".

The temple was deserted, and there was a dead silence, and just as he was about to get there, he heard a soft noise, and quickly dodged and cautiously hid behind an earthen wall.

"Da Da Da-"

It's the footsteps of people.

009 poked his head out slightly, and swept his gaze over there silently, his eyes staring.

- It's the faceless monk.

He was hurrying over there, and soon reached the corpse's side.

He crouched down, his smooth face, no features, and began to scan around.

009 retracted his gaze and stayed behind the earthen wall with bated breath, his body well hidden, not moving.

The faceless monk glanced around, and seemed to be sure that no one was looking, so he turned around, slowly grabbed the man's arm with both hands, and then bit it down under 009's solemn gaze.

The muscles of the skin were torn violently, scarlet blood flowed out slowly, and the peeled skin muscles were sparsely dragged to the ground, and there were tendon-like things.

009 watched from the corner, his white fingers pressed against the wall, and a line in his head became clear.

It was not human, it was it that killed the real monk.

The people over there were still eating, and the sound of chewing resounded through the sky, and the sound of swallowing was particularly clear in the dead courtyard.

009 wasn't a good person, especially when he was still too busy to take care of himself, so he just glanced at the tragedy and left the corner.

In the distance, thunder began to roll, raindrops began to fall, and the dark night filled the entire sky.

009 quickened his pace back, gasping for breath all the way, through the winding road and the shaking bushes and grass, lightning shining brightly around him, shaking the sky like the roar of the sky.

009 braved the rain all the way to his courtyard, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his closed door through the sparse rain curtain.

He walked up the rain-drenched, slippery steps and creaked open the old wooden door of the house.

A thunderbolt swept through the sky, and the white light illuminated the night, and it also illuminated 009's face that changed color in an instant.

In the dimly lit room, the walls had become a streak of blood, and little by little scarlet blood flowed down the wall and onto the floor, staining the floor red.

- Not a single owl survived.

009 felt a coldness rush from the soles of his feet to his heart, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big cold hand, suffocating and breathless.

A huge figure slowly rose behind him, and a black shadow shrouded the top of 009's head.

He looked behind him as calmly as he could.

This time he saw it before he died, and it was ...... who killed him

Su Que closed his eyes in horror.

It laughed.

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