Bai Thirteen slowly opened his eyes, raised his legs and stepped out of the medicine barrel that was already covered with blood.

He quietly felt the changes brought about by the cultivation of Brute Bear Strength, and the strength of his strength and the toughness of his skin had greatly improved.

At this moment, there was an abrupt knock on the window.

In the silence of the night, it looks especially eerie. Bai Shisan wiped his body, wrapped his clothes casually, and was about to lift the knife to look.

The tip of the knife was already close to the window, and the strange sound had not stopped. Just as Bai Thirteen was about to look down at the window, the cry of the misty grass parrot sounded outside the window.

Bai Thirteen breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed open the window with the back of his knife to let the parrot into the house.

The black figure outside Bai Thirteen's window had just groped out, and he was stunned again when he saw the misty grass parrot that had entered the house one step ahead of it.

Then the figure disappeared into the darkness.

Then Bai Shisan went to wash his body again, and it was early in the morning.

The morning dawns early here, and the golden sun rises to dispel the morning fog.

The shadows of the branches swayed, the fine branches were layer after layer, and the small trees on the side of the side of the road were one after another.

The morning light passed through, like a shredded light and shadow, and fell into the house little by little.

Bai Thirteen took a broom and swept the snow in front of the door until the end of the road.

Originally, it was also a sleepover, and Bai Shisan wanted to do what he could before leaving.

The host led the black horse that had been healed and walked over, his snow-white eyebrows drooping to the corners of his lips, and the sun shone like a golden light.

"White donor, your horses. ”

Bai Shisan also heard by chance that the temple host had a home remedies, but he didn't expect that in just one night, the hidden dangers in the black horse's body were removed.

"Thank you, you presided, and I will come to thank you in the future. Bai Thirteen folded his hands and bowed to the host.

The host returned the salute with one hand, and Bai Shisan glanced at the host's left hand, which turned out to be missing a little finger.

The white-bearded rich host looked up, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the well in the middle of the chambers, and trembled with fright.

Bai Thirteen followed his gaze, and the water stains he splashed last night were still there.

"What's wrong?"

Bai Thirteen asked.

The host trembled, pointed to the well and said, "Dry well, how can it be...... It's here again!"

The old host seemed to think of something terrible, and grabbed the corner of Bai Shisan's clothes and pushed him out of the temple.

Bai Thirteen didn't know why, and his body stabilized as soon as he made his strength. He stabilized the old host and said in a deep voice: "What the hell is going on." ”

The host looked at Bai Thirteen and shook his head.

After calling a few monks to seal the mouth of the well with stones, Bai Shisan followed and found that the well was indeed a dry well.

Since it's a dry well, what's the matter with the water he brought up last night?

"Master Bai, you may not know that the temples in this world are generally built in front of mass graves. ”

The host of the temple chatted with Bai Shisan, found a vermilion-topped pavilion at the four corners, sat on the stone pier, and looked at each other.

"Don't be surprised, that's generally the case with Buddhist practice. A temple is built in front of the tomb to block evil, and behind the temple is a blessed land. He suffered for the benefit of future generations, and finally his merits soared to the ground. ”

Bai Shisan listened carefully to the words of the old host, and asked from time to time.

"Yesterday I was fetching water at the well, and I saw light in the side house facing the well, and people were pushing the window to look at me. ”

After Bai Shisan finished speaking, the host of the temple looked at Bai Shisan strangely and muttered, "Little donor, don't talk nonsense, where is there anyone in that house?"

"Oh, maybe I was wrong. ”

After Bai Thirteen finished speaking, the host paused and said: "In fact, the temple is also known as the land of the six realms of reincarnation, especially recently, there are too many people who have died in vain, and in just one month, our temple has exceeded I don't know how many undead. ”

"But this is a small temple, and the mana is really low, and some undead spirits are overdue, so they practice in the temple with us. ”

"That's why we keep the door closed at night to avoid touching something. ”

The host looked at Bai Thirteen, and then took the initiative to wave his hand to drive people away.

Bai Shisan thought about it, even these monks can't surpass the undead, how can he be virtuous.

After the last time he stabbed the world, Bai 13 completely understood the true meaning of "nonsense".

If you can avoid it, you can avoid it, and now he is just a terminal martial artist who has just entered the third rate.

"Thirteen are incompetent, they can't get rid of these mysteries in the temple, they can only do it so as not to cause trouble to the monks. ”

After saying that, the parrot flew down to Bai Thirteen's shoulder, and he led the horse out of the temple gate under the eyes of the monks of the monastery.

According to the presiding officer, ten miles behind the temple is a small town, which is also the so-called blessed land.

Bai 13 took the reins and jumped onto the horse.

It was only after a moment that he suddenly realized that if according to what the old host said, the temple was in front of the temple.

He came all the way from the mass grave.

God knows how many dead bodies were buried under that sheep's intestine path.

As Bai Thirteen walked farther and farther, the temple in the depths of the forest became less real, and slowly disappeared into Bai Thirteen's field of vision.

Bai Shisan turned around, only to find that the road that had just opened was covered with shrubs again, leaving only a small path.

The path winds and winds, and the trees along the road are twisted and ugly, and the roots of the trees break through the earth and entangle with thorns.

For a while, the sky was dark, rumbling thunder was everywhere, and the sky was dark and oppressive.

The thunder grew louder and louder, and a bolt of lightning fell and turned the surrounding ancient trees white, and the bark lines looked like distorted human faces.

The horses were frightened and galloped wildly in the already dark mountain forest where there was no way out, and the shin of the white thirteen passed through the thorns, and the bushes only turned out to have a few white marks on their skin.

In the night when I couldn't see my fingers, three inches of light suddenly lit up in the distance. As Bai Thirteen approached, the light became bigger and bigger, and when Bai Thirteen walked in, it was a temple.

The temple is painted vermilion, and the torches in front of the temple are fluttering in the wind and rain, and there is a possibility of extinguishing them at any time.

The vermilion temple was simply unfamiliar to Bai Thirteen at this time.

But at this time, it seems strange and infiltrating.

The vermilion gate looked bewitching, no longer like paint, but like congealed blood.

Bai Thirteen was stunned in front of the temple, the surrounding black was like a black hole with a sense of tearing, swallowing up all the wind, quiet and a little weird.

He wasn't really sure that he should lean that way when faced with two dangers.

Whether it is to ride a horse into the mountain forest where you can't see your fingers, or to face this known restrictive weirdness.

In the end, Bai 13 still took the torch in front of the temple and held the reins to bypass the temple.

But just as he was about to turn around, a sudden wind blew out the torches in front of the temple and in his hand.

All at once the world went into absolute darkness.

The bushes next to him shook, and Bai Thirteen turned his head to look at the two rubies hanging in the air approaching him, nervous.

A waist-high yellow skin sprang out of the grass, raised its neck high, and smiled strangely at Bai Thirteen.

The voice is like clockwork, learning human speech.

"Do you think I am like a man or a god?"

Bai Shisan looked at the yellow skin that was bubbling with black gas, the green tendons between his foreheads burst out, and he shouted angrily with a knife in his backhand: "You stink like Nima!"

"Blood Refining!" Nine blood refining sword qi like red slashed towards the yellow skin. The blade of the knife rubbed against the air and sparked, and the night was ignited like cotton wool.

The wind was blowing, and the stars in the sky were also revealed.

"Huh!" the yellow-skinned man was in pain, glared at Bai Thirteen fiercely before leaving, and fled into the bushes with a strange scream.

"I'm starting to get annoyed!" Bai Thirteen knocked on the door roughly, and it was still the little novice who opened the door for him.

Before the welcome words in Xiao Shami's mouth were finished, he was beheaded by Bai Shisan's knife.

Blood arrows gushed from the severed neck of the little novice, like a small fountain.

"The little master is so cute, is it okay for my brother to invite you to die?"

Bai Shisan was covered in blood, and turned his head to look at Xiao Shami's tumbling head, and the expression on it was not stunned by the sudden killing, but the corners of his mouth went up, as if he was laughing.

Everyone in the temple rushed to hear the noise, but instead of asking Bai Shisanxing about his guilt, they all looked kind.

As for Bai Thirteen's blood and the death of the little novice, they didn't see it.

"The poor monk is cultivating the fate, I don't know what the donor is doing?"

Bai Thirteen grinned, and said Sen Ran: "In the next way, I don't know if I can spend the night?"

I don't know when the host at the head became a tall young man.

"The donor invites the donor, and the poor monk prepares a wing room for the donor. ”

Bai Shisan was taken to the wing room next to the side hall again, but this time he was assigned to the one facing the dry well.

"Can I change the room?" Bai Thirteen asked, his expression sincere.

Li Xiuyuan's expression stiffened, and he pointed to the room facing the dry well and said to himself: "That's it." ”

Bai Shisan smiled coldly, turned around and walked straight to the room where he lived before.

Li Xiuyuan didn't smile, and his rolled eyes suddenly shrunk, like the eyes of a dead fish.

Bai Shisan opened the door, he had only been away for half a day, and this place had changed.

Dust piled up everywhere, and five headless bones sat around the room, surrounded by a piece of parchment.

Bai Shisan covered his mouth and nose, and picked up the parchment with the tip of his knife, and the handwriting on it was clearly visible.

The crooked handwriting doesn't look like handwriting, but more like a person biting the barrel of a pen with his mouth.

Although the handwriting was sloppy, Bai Thirteen could roughly understand it.

"I must leave this hellish place tomorrow, my father is crazy, my mother is crazy, all of you are crazy! I'm not sick! I'm not sick!"

"The bald donkeys always stood guard in front of my window in the middle of the night, and they guarded the door of the room, and drained the well to put me at the bottom of the well. If I'm going to go crazy, you're going to drive me crazy!"

"I'm going to let you taste the days when you can't sleep, and you can't sleep all day long!"

......

Bai 13 simply flipped through it and preliminarily concluded that it was written by a second-year teenager who was in adolescence.

"Judging by the decomposition of the corpses, these five headless monks should have been dead for more than a few months. ”

Bai 13 intended to search for answers on these five headless corpses, and after blowing away the dust that fell from the five people, a small magic circle was faintly engraved on the ground.

Each of the five people sat in one corner of the circle, and each corner of the circle was marked with a seal character.

Bai Thirteen received the memory of this body, and it was not very difficult to read.

"Big ...... Over-covered?"