No one would have thought that this huge lotus pond, which is like a fairyland, would hide such a terrifying possibility!

Especially the sudden red lip prints on Dali's face, as well as the cold flowing breath behind him, the truth is already about to come out, but for some reason, with my ghost eyes, I can't see the ghost! However, in order to avoid startling the snake, I decided to hold back and observe what was going on.

"Everyone have a snack, don't touch these lotus flowers again!" Uncle Kong advised.

"Uncle Kong, this pond is so big and there is a lot of moss, it is already more difficult to get to the place that the master said, it is already more difficult than ascending to the sky, and the lotus flowers on the side are so dense one by one, it is too difficult not to touch them!" Zhang Dali grabbed the vines hanging down from the cliff wall, and moved forward step by step, struggling to speak.

"Okay, let's listen to Uncle Kong, in case the lotus flower just now is really the host of the soul, see if you have so many words!" Yan San quipped.

Dali looked aggrieved: "What kind of unjust soul host, isn't it just a lotus flower?" I've seen bright red lotus flowers before! What's so strange?! If you want me to say, you have formed a mindset that there must be ghosts and spirits in dark and damp places! Just now, when we were hanging the coffin array, there were so many coffins, and I didn't see them come out scary, right? There is only one ghost, but it was brought in by Mr. Liu or Mr. Wang. Uncle Kong said at the beginning that this thing on my neck was evil, but now, look at me, there is no! Loudly and vigorously, he grabbed the vines and ferns, and carefully tread the mossy path that resembled the ridges. I saw that his back was soaking wet, and his neck was sweating profusely.

After all this, I don't believe that Dali can still maintain the boldness and atheism of the beginning, maybe he said this just to give himself courage, maybe. I also cautiously followed him, always paying attention to the dynamics around me, as soon as that "thing" appeared, I had to take immediate measures to protect Dali! The red lip prints on his face seemed to be more vivid than just now. I don't know if it's the effect of light.

"Zhang Dali, can you stop talking about it!" Wu Qian suddenly stopped and glared at him. She was at the forefront, on high alert, and then cast a concerned glance at me, signaling me to be careful. She's a little abnormal this time, she, who usually accompanies me, actually went to take the lead this time!

Zhang Dali was not convinced, but he looked at me and snorted and said, "Give Qingnian face, I won't worry about you today." ”

Uncle Kong and Yan San walked between them, looked at each other, and shook their heads helplessly.

And the Indian monk Dao Ying, holding an earthen bowl in one hand and slightly using the rebound of the cliff wall in the other, had already walked to the entrance of the cave he designated.

Of course, although I have memorized the fourteen fearless scriptures upside down, I always feel that I have not yet started, and naturally I can't know his Buddhist practice realm, but his seemingly ordinary light skills are indeed eye-opening for me, it seems that the so-called cornices and walls in the TV series are indeed there in real life! I don't know why, the hatred for him in the past has slowly weakened or even disappeared invisibly.

Suddenly, the Daoying monk stood at the entrance of the cave and shouted: "Mi Ma Mi go back!" ”

This sudden cry of anger scared me a lot! Damn, what's the situation? Everyone suddenly stopped and looked towards the place where Dao Ying was pointing, only to see a floating corpse pouring into the lotus bush at some point!

And the lotus flowers around it have all turned bright red!

(End of chapter)

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