The human facial sores behind the monkey may be a "technique", and everyone discussed it and decided to wait a day to observe the terrifying human facial sores and what kind of changes will occur, and then make a decision.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but the low earth cave was very cool and damp, and the fire had been extinguished, and the ashes were scattered in the hole, which was very effective in driving away the disturbing insects. The trees in the forest are still lush and green, and the rock walls in the distance are magnificent, but without the clouds and mist, it seems that the immortals who live here can not withstand the scorching heat of the sun and return to heaven.

Everyone was drowsy, and the monkey had been lying on the ground unconscious, and the clothes on his back had been lifted, and the sores on his face had a foul smell, like the sour smell of rotten food. The smoke man told me to rest, and he came to keep an eye on the monkey, and the witch doctor was more adept at this symptom. So I closed my eyes in peace of mind, leaned against the damp and cold earth wall, and closed my eyes to recuperate.

I slept very unsteadily, and I had nightmares about a human face sore on the back of a monkey, which suddenly turned purple, then gradually turned black, and finally began to fester. The obese maggots crawled in and out of the cavities of the facial sores of the human face, causing the sores to rupture and a large amount of black blood flowed out. Then the intestines in the monkey's abdomen also flowed out of the broken facial sores on the back, and the other internal organs also flowed to the ground with black pus and blood. Black slime flowed to my feet, and streaks of black slime hung from the soles of my lifted shoes.

Zha Ling'er, who was standing beside me, couldn't help but vomit violently, and I squatted in front of the monkey full of sorrow, and the monkey, who was lying unconscious on the ground, suddenly turned his head. He looked at me with a strange smile and said, "Senior brother, I'm in so much pain, come and accompany me." Then the head began to rotate counterclockwise. There was a clicking sound, and it kept shouting. "Come with me, come with me."

When I woke up from my dream, it was already dark, and I immediately looked at the monkey sleeping on the ground, and found that the sores on his back, but only a few hours had passed, and the sores had spread to the size of a plate, and the facial features on it were clearly visible, and the smell had increased dramatically. It became the foul smell of the dumpster.

When the smoke man saw me wake up, he said that there was nothing wrong with the human facial sores on the monkey's body being a "forbidden technique", and that it could not be treated with the silver needles of traditional Chinese medicine, and that it was necessary to find a way to break the technique.

The phenomenon in the nightmare was about to come true, and the heart immediately rose to the throat. Ask the smoker if there is a cure. As a result, the smoke man only said one word, "Wait." ”

My personality is more calm and steady, and I am more calm and sensible. But when I heard this, I couldn't help but feel anxious. The heart said: It may be too late to heal now, why do you have to wait, wait any longer. Don't all people have to die? But I believe in the ability of the smoke man, and I have been hanging by a thread several times. It was the smoke man who rescued me from before the ghost gate closed. Believe this time. He was able to save the monkey's life.

But the fat man's personality is just the opposite of me, when he saw the indifferent attitude of the cigarette man, he was upset again, and just wanted to have a seizure, he was immediately stopped by me. He also knew that the smoke man's personality was so indifferent, and he didn't just leave it alone, but he just couldn't understand the coldness of the smoke man's appearance. But I believe that one day, someone will suddenly appear and be able to dissolve the cold shell of the smoke man's outer shell. But when he saw the smoke man who was pitch black and cold like a ghost in the underworld, he couldn't help but have a black line on his forehead, thinking that he might wait until the next life.

The wait was very painful, and everyone couldn't help but look at the smoke man's eyes. But he had not slept all the time, and after explaining the word "wait", he sat on the ground, holding the iron rod in his arms, and began to close his eyes to recuperate, like the solemn King Kong in the temple, and his whole body exuded an inviolable majesty.

The moon crept into the night sky, the grass gradually disappeared into the black, the fire in front of the cave was lit again, the man was still closing his eyes, and the fat man was so anxious that he was restless, so I asked him to go to the distance to pick up firewood. And I, who was also uneasy, had to discuss with Seventh Master what preparations should be made when the black cat owner appeared next.

Suddenly, the cave became cold and filled with a strong smell of corpses. At this time, the cigarette man suddenly jumped up from the ground, quickly approached the monkey, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and then stared at the human face sores on the monkey's back with a pair of cold eagle eyes.

I hurried to the monkey, but the smell of corpses came to my mind, and I couldn't get close to it without covering my mouth and nose with my sleeve.

The fat man happened to come back from a stroll outside, and when he saw this, he immediately rushed to the monkey's approach, but he frowned frequently at the stench.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, he suddenly found that the human facial sores on the monkey's back had spread to the entire back, and the eyebrows and eyes were complete, the nasal bones were firm, and the thin lips were slightly opened, which had completely been formed. Although there were no words. But if you look closely, you can see a trace of black gas, floating out of the holes in the facial features, entangled with the herbal smoke spit out of the smoke man's mouth and floating into the air.

Wisps of black gas continue to float out from the holes in the facial sores of the human face, and then gradually condense in mid-air, turning into hideous ghosts, extremely cautious, making people even break out in a cold sweat in the hot season.

After the cigarette man finished smoking a cigarette, he immediately lit an herbal cigarette again, and continued to swallow the smoke at the human face sore, and the human facial sores continued to drill out wisps of black gas in the hollow facial features. I immediately understood that the cigarette man was using tobacco to lure out the resentful spirits accumulated in the facial sores after the facial sores had matured.

However, at this time in the cave, the black souls that had accumulated and formed were about to rush at everyone, and hurriedly protected Zha Ling'er behind him, and said in his heart: Save people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. Why did the little brother just tear down the west wall to make up the east wall, and lure the resentful soul out of the monkey's body, but he didn't destroy it, in case it got into other people's bodies, what if it was good?

The smoker used the cigarette roll of medicinal herbs to draw out the black gas in the sores on the monkey's back. But he didn't have time to deal with the resentful spirits condensed by the black qi. The man who was concentrating on the cigarette, in the interval between lighting the third cigarette, found that his face was full of horror, trying to avoid the black resentful spirit and the wolf bèi was unbearable, and when he saw the vajra in my hand, he immediately said, "Peachwood." (To be continued......)