The first word I saw on the plaque was "Today." The plaque is very long, and there should be a lot of words on it, and I really can't think of what words could start with "today".

Brother Ning stood under the plaque, and he must have seen more words than me. He was in a broken chair, staring at the words on the plaque, meditating, motionless. After a long time, he began to push the black urn again, wanting to see the words hidden behind it. The black urn pushed more and more to the edge, one leg dangling in the air, staggering and unstable.

Brother Ning's attention was all on the words on the plaque, and he didn't perceive the danger at all, and it could even be said that he didn't have the string that the black urn would fall in his mind at all.

From my point of view, the first three words "Today's Fang" appeared on the plaque, and I was full of doubts, but I still couldn't figure out what was written.

At this moment, the black urn finally lost its balance and fell on the lotus platform. This change was too sudden, and the lotus platform smashed by the black urn swayed back and forth. Only then did Brother Ning notice that something was wrong, and at this time, the mouth of the urn was obliquely downward, and a dark black liquid flowed out of it, pouring it down from above.

Brother Ning was standing below, and he didn't have time to dodge, and all those black liquids were poured on his head. Brother Ning screamed, his two arms fluttered, his body swayed, how could the broken chair under his feet bear him so much, and the already unstrong chair legs snapped.

Brother Ning fell heavily to the ground, and smoke and dust were everywhere. The liquid in the black urn continued to flow outward, and judging by the speed and viscosity of the flow, it was a bit like oil, hanging in the air, forming a black curtain of oil.

This black oil was poured on Brother Ning's head and face, and the whole became an oily man. The black oil covered his hair, covered his facial features, and his neck was black, dripping down his chest. Under the light of the lantern, the black oil formed a strong chiaroscuro on him, and he looked like a black statue.

Brother Ning kept struggling, and from time to time he let out a miserable howl, he couldn't see anything, so he subconsciously stretched out his hands in the air to grab something, as if waiting for someone to save him.

Sure enough, Brother Ning opened his mouth and shouted hoarsely: "Liu Yang, Liu Yang, save me, I hurt and burned badly." ”

He was also unlucky, it was okay not to open his mouth, and the oil went in with one mouth. He coughed twice, was out of breath for a while, and actually swallowed a few mouthfuls of oil. His mouth, including his tongue and teeth, is black, and the oil surface is glowing with three-dimensional light, and looking at him reminds me of the liquid metal robot in "Terminator 2".

What scares me the most is that these oils burn the skin and are supposed to be very corrosive. I just crouched in the corner and watched, and I didn't go out. The first is that this scene is too weird at this time, and the second is that I also wish that Brother Ning would die quickly, how can there be a reason to save him.

The oil in the black urn gradually emptied, and it was not wasted at all, and it was all poured on Brother Ning. He lay on the ground, struggling and howling, his hands scratching up and down, blood melted with black oil, red and black, overflowing with color, like a postmodern sculpture.

I watched it with a thrill, it was so exciting. Brother Ning was almost a skeleton at this time by black oil, he was originally slightly fat with a medium stature, but now he has become a hemp rod, it is conceivable that the meat and fat on his body must have been corroded.

He sat up from the ground with the last of his strength, his face facing the direction I was hiding, and I chuckled inwardly and watched with bated breath. Brother Ning slowly stretched out his hands, as if asking me for help. This kind of tragic situation is really unbearable to witness, I hesitated for a moment, but decided to go out and have a look.

I stubbornly walked out of the dark corner, slowly approached him, and tried to shout: "Brother Ning, Brother Ning? Ning Dai Ye? ”

Brother Ning sat on the ground, keeping his hands outstretched, motionless, as if frozen.

I took two more steps forward, until I got close to him, and my heart was beating wildly, and I really didn't dare to go over. I picked up a chair leg and stabbed him with the tip. As soon as I got started, I felt that the feel was wrong, the oil should be soft, and when I poked him, it turned out to be hard.

I poked the other parts again, indeed, hard. I suddenly realized an extremely terrible situation, the oil on Brother Ning's body had solidified, and he was also dead! He was completely sealed in this rapidly drying oil, kept a posture of asking for help, and became a statue!

I can't help but think of a very old myth of the hunter who saw Medusa's human head turned into stone.

I raised my head just in time to see the plaque on my head, and all the words on it were exposed, because it was very dirty and covered with thick dust, and the last few words were very blurry, and I couldn't see it clearly if I didn't step forward. I was curious about what was so attractive to Brother Ning.

Now Brother Ning is also hanging, and he is dying inexplicably, but it's good to be dead, and ten thousand pounds of stones have fallen to the ground in my heart. Looking at Brother Ning's image at this time, his heart was depressed and happy, just like watching a foreign restricted banned film that ate feces and drank human urine.

I walked up to Brother Ning and said with a smile, "Brother Ning, go all the way." ”

Brother Ning, who was sitting on the ground, opened his mouth and stretched out his hands, motionless.

Looking at him covered in black oil, I suddenly had an idea, and I couldn't help it, I wanted to touch him and see what it felt. Thinking that this oil is corrosive, I hesitated a little, and after thinking about it, it was nothing, the oil was dry, and even if it was corrosive, I touched it slightly, and then withdrew my hand when I felt that it was wrong, and the oil could not climb down my hand to me.

I stretched out my hand and gently touched the top of Brother Ning's head, the tentacles were cool, as if I had touched a piece of jade. I was relieved, touched his head, and said with a smile, "Little ghost, don't come unharmed." ”

As I was talking, there was a sudden pinprick-like stinging pain in my palm, and my heart was excited. I quickly raised my hand, only to see that the palm of my left hand was dripping with blood. I rubbed my clothes to clean the blood, and I saw a piece of my palm rotting. I rubbed my temples and suddenly remembered one thing, when I first saved Brother Ning, he was locked in an electrified dog cage, and in order to open the latch, I was also hit by an electric current, and the word "Ning" was burned out of my palm.

And at this moment, my palms are rotten, and the word "Ning" is gone. Where did it go? I took a closer look and couldn't help but gasp, that "Ning" was actually printed on Brother Ning's forehead at this time. A blood-drenched word "Ning" is between his black eyebrows, which is extremely bright and quite demonic.

Looking at Brother Ning's ghostly appearance, I had a chilling feeling, and I couldn't say why, the hairs on my whole body stood up.

I raised my head and wanted to see what was written on the plaque, and after reading it, I was down-to-earth and hurried out of this ominous place.

Just as I looked up, I stumbled upon the mirror. This mirror, Brother Ning stopped for a long time just now, what was he looking at?

As if I was enchanted, I slowly walked to the mirror and looked up. The frame is very old-fashioned, with a line of small characters written on the top of the mirror "Sansheng Mirror", and a poem written below: Although this body is of the opposite sex, it will last forever.

Looking at this poem, my mind flashed, remembering that a long time ago, I had a thrilling and strange encounter, in which I came across the legendary Sansheng Stone. I remember that Bronze Lock used the Sansheng Stone to visualize his past life.

Looking at the mirror in front of me and this poem, I suddenly understood why Brother Ning had that strange expression, he must have seen his past life or future life in the mirror.

In the dark, how did I come to be, and how did I go? Where did you come from and where did you go? I am reminded of the plaque in the second great temple: Who was I when I was not born.

I stood in front of the mirror and squinted my eyes to see what my past and future lives would be.

In the mirror, all I saw was me, my clothes were dirty and torn, and my pants were missing and faded. Now I have hemp rope rooted in my waist and I am a begging for food, and I am as depressed as I am. I smiled helplessly, what a three-life mirror, nonsense, how many magic weapons from the previous life. Even if you see it and know it, what can you do? What's the point?!

It's better to withdraw it as soon as you read the words on the plaque. I was about to look up when I heard a strange sound from the courtyard outside, buzzing, like a swarm of flies.

I took a red lantern from the pillar and took it to the entrance of the temple to look out. I couldn't help but be startled, the courtyard was covered with black moths, densely packed with a large area, and they flew over when they covered the sky and the sun, and the momentum was quite amazing.

I've learned this moth, it's very annoying, and it can shake off the dust on its body, and it's a slip of skin. I'd better hide. I hurriedly threw away the lantern in my hand, as the old saying goes, moths to the fire, just go to the light. I found a relatively dark corner, and as soon as I hid it, a large swarm of moths flew in.

Strange to say, these moths didn't fly around, they all flew towards Brother Ning's corpse. I understand, the layer of black oil outside Brother Ning should be the reason for attracting the moths, what special smell it may emit, those moths are falling up.

It didn't take long for Brother Ning's body to be wrapped in a layer of moths. This is indeed very strange, but what shocked me the most was that the moth that fell on Brother Ning actually formed another person! How to say it well, it is like putting a layer of human skin cloak on Brother Ning's corpse and turning him into another person.

I still know this person, it is Ning XIII who I saw in the second major hall just now, the one who was Hanlin. The moth landed on it, it moved, just one, thousands of moths moved together, at first glance, this Ning XIII's expression was rich and vivid, happy or sad, no different from a real person, even more agile than a real person.

I was watching stupidly, and then another layer of moths fell up, covering the moths that made up Ning XIII. These newly fallen moths formed a vivid person, who was none other than Ning XII. Ning XII is a woman, she looks very charming, her demeanor is looking forward to lingering, she is really a charming beauty.

But I can see that my hairs stand on end, this beauty is made up of a group of moths, and the more realistic she is, the more weird and terrifying she is.

Moths fall up in groups, Ning 11, Ning 10...... It has been falling until Ning I, Ning I's expression is different from the others, it seems a little declining, sad and miserable, and the vicissitudes of life are very. He suddenly turned his face and looked at me who was hiding, that expression, really, I can't even describe it, it was too bitter and too sad, only the old man who had experienced great ups and downs and great disasters would have this extremely sad look.

In an instant, the last group of moths fell up, drowning Ning Yi and forming a new human being.

This person is Ning Jinshi, the one named Ye Daining.

Ye Daining looked at me, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to smile at me, and he nodded slightly. I had a strong delusion that he was really greeting me. I subconsciously nodded at him.

Suddenly, all the moths scattered and flew into the sky like a black cloud. The moths were all over the hall, that is, in an instant, they flew away in all directions and disappeared.

Looking at the middle of the hall again, it was empty, and Brother Ning's body was actually gone!

I wiped my eyes and looked closer, and it was indeed empty, nothing. The strange and unspeakable scene just now is like a dream. When I woke up from this dream, I was left with nothing but an empty place.

I came to the bottom of the plaque in the main hall, looked up and looked, and the plaque said a sentence: Today I know that I am me.