Leng Ai suddenly jumped off the motorcycle, she held a knife in her hand, and slowly walked towards Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng wanted to ask Leng Ai what he was going to do, but he couldn't make a sound, and his body didn't obey. Leng Ai's knife in front of him was about to cut through Wang Sheng's neck, and Wang Sheng closed his eyes and shouted.

Wang Sheng's forehead was already oozing cold sweat, he wanted to raise his arm, but he couldn't move, slowly opened his eyes, he found that he was tied to a chair, looking around, this should be a basement, the surrounding stone walls have grown moss, there are no torture instruments in the room, and there is no half a figure in sight.

Wang Sheng looked at his wrist, his watch was no longer there, and he tried to call them bald with intercom studs, but there was no response, Wang Sheng's brows were furrowed, and his heart was suddenly uneasy.

Wang Sheng shouted for a long time, no one answered him, I don't know how long later, an old monk came to Wang Sheng, his expression was very serious, looking at Wang Sheng motionless.

"Who are you?"

The old monk didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on Wang Sheng, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.

"Hey, old monk, let me ask you!"

As soon as Wang Sheng's words fell, two more monks walked in outside the door, holding a small box in their hands, gently put the box in front of Wang Sheng, opened the box, and took out a nail more than three inches long from it.

Wang Sheng was very nervous: "Hey, what are you going to do." ”

The two young monks pressed Wang Sheng's hand, and the old monk gently put the nail on the back of Wang Sheng's hand, raised the hammer high, and with a "bell", the nail bent, leaving a red dot on the back of Wang Sheng's hand.

The old monk showed a look of surprise on his face, but it disappeared in an instant, and he took out another nail from the toolbox, and the result was still the same, the nail was bent, and the back of Wang Sheng's hand was intact, without leaving a drop of blood.

Wang Sheng said rampantly: "Old man, you'd better let me go, otherwise, if my brother knows, you will die an ugly death." ”

The old monk didn't seem to hear Wang Sheng's voice, and there was no expression on his face, he took out a chisel the thickness of his forearm from the toolbox, and the tip of the chisel was gently placed on the back of Wang Sheng's hand.

Wang Sheng swallowed his saliva and looked at the old monk with a panicked expression: "Enough, I'm not welcome if you dare to do it again." ”

The old monk didn't say a word, raised the hammer in his hand high, and knocked it more than ten times in a row, the back of Wang Sheng's hand was slightly swollen, but there were no obvious scars.

Wang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, although there was a faint pain on the back of his hand, but the barrier created by his clothes and his hard strength resisted the power of the hammer, otherwise his hand would definitely be pierced into a big hole.

The old monk looked at the toolbox, took out an extra-large pliers from it, clamped Wang Sheng's nails tightly, and pulled it back hard.

There was a hot pain on the tips of his fingers, the expression on Wang Sheng's face was distorted, and he scolded all the dirty words he could think of, the old monk blinked, broke Wang Sheng's mouth, and clamped Wang Sheng's teeth with the pliers, the old monk clenched the pliers with both hands, kicked the chair with one foot, and pulled back with all his strength.

Ten minutes later, the old monk was tired and sweaty, Wang Sheng's teeth were still firmly in his mouth, the old monk wiped the sweat from his face, and threw away the pliers in his hand stupidly.

Wang Sheng gasped heavily, the pain from his teeth was enough to suffocate, Wang Sheng scolded, but the old monk didn't seem to hear it, he ignored Wang Sheng's scolding, took out a vice from his backpack, gently put Wang Sheng's fingers on the jaws, and rotated the silk unhurriedly.

The jaws tightened little by little, Wang Sheng seemed to hear the sound of his bones breaking, he clenched his teeth, and let out a heart-rending cry from his throat, the pain in his fingers already made him feel a little dizzy, and his vision became more and more blurred.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Sheng opened his eyes, he was sitting in front of the gate of the temple, Leng Ai was sitting in the side pocket of the motorcycle, and the bald head and Cheng Hao's snoring came and went.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Wang Sheng couldn't help but shudder, was he dreaming just now? Why is it so real, looking at his fingers, he seems to be able to feel the pain in his fingers.

The morning glow was shining in the sky, Wang Sheng looked at his watch, it was already four o'clock in the morning, Wang Sheng called the others up, and briefly recounted his experience just now. The bald heads were like listening to heavenly books, and they also suspected that Wang Sheng was just a dream, but Wang Sheng didn't think so, he believed that everything that had just happened was absolutely true.

More than half an hour later, the gate of the temple was opened, and when Wang Sheng saw the appearance of the temple host, he was even more convinced that last night was definitely not an illusion.

The appearance of the host is the same person as the old monk last night, and the two people standing next to the host are the monks holding the toolkit. Wang Sheng told them all this, but he didn't have any evidence to prove what happened last night.

The bald head touched his shiny head and said, "It's not that I don't believe you, but why didn't he arrest us, why did he arrest you?"

Cheng Hao pecked his teeth and said, "Could it be some kind of demon law or something?"

The eyes of the three men looked at Leng Ai at the same time, and Leng Ai replied with a confused expression: "Why do you look at me like this, I don't know." ”

At noon, the pagoda of Xinglong Temple emitted billowing green smoke, bald head rushed into the top of the tower, everything was normal in the tower, no trace of green smoke could be seen, Wang Sheng suspected that the green smoke was emitted from the rubble at the top of the tower, Leng Ai closed his eyes and observed, until the green smoke dissipated, and no smoking items were found.

The four of them sat on the steps opposite the pagoda, their heads were full of question marks, there were no treasures on the top of the tower, and there was no gap between the rubble, but the green smoke was indeed drifting out of the cracks in the rubble, and there was no object that emitted green smoke at all.

Wang Sheng and they wandered around the monastery for a day, but they couldn't find any clues. The little monk gently closed the gate of the temple, and Cheng Hao set up a tent in front of the gate again, and before the tent was assembled, he fell asleep in his pocket with his bald head.

Wang Sheng sighed helplessly, in the first half of the night, he had to keep vigil. Wang Sheng didn't dare to sit on the steps anymore, he sat in the side pocket of the motorcycle with Leng Ai in his arms, Leng Ai hugged Wang Sheng's neck, and after a while, Leng Ai's even breathing sound reached Wang Sheng's ears.

Looking at the endless night sky, Wang Sheng had mixed feelings in his heart, and thinking of last night's events, Wang Sheng couldn't help but shudder.

A familiar fragrance slowly wafted in, Wang Sheng frowned, this fragrance was definitely not the first time he smelled it, Zhang Sheng had used this fragrance to create illusions, he suspected in his heart that all this was done by Zhang Sheng.

Wang Sheng looked at Leng Ai in his arms, she slept very sweetly, her sexy breasts fell with her breathing, Wang Sheng swallowed her saliva, and her body had some kind of reaction.

Leng Ai suddenly opened her eyes, took out the gun on Wang Sheng's waist, and pointed it at his head: "You dare to think about me." ”

Wang Sheng hurriedly explained: "There is no ......"

Leng Ai snorted coldly, her eyes were full of murderous aura, Wang Sheng just wanted to explain again, but Leng Ai suddenly pulled the trigger.

"Ahh

Wang Sheng carefully looked at the surrounding environment, and he wanted to keep in mind what this place looked like. After a long time, the old monk came to Wang Sheng's face, stared at Wang Sheng with straight eyes, and didn't say a word. After a while, two more monks came, holding a toolbox in their hands, and gently placed them in front of Wang Sheng.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

The old monk didn't say a word, picked up the nail in the toolbox, gently placed it on the back of Wang Sheng's hand, raised the hammer in his hand high, and smashed it hard. After a few tosses, the old monk picked up the vice in the toolkit and rotated the lead screw unhurriedly.

What happened was exactly the same as last night, and the torture was done in the same way. The three monks never said a word.

Wang Sheng slowly opened his eyes, there was already a trace of morning glow in the sky, and he looked at his watch, it was still four o'clock in the morning. Wang Sheng once again told the bald head about his experience, and the bald head was full of surprise and doubt on their faces, they were all very strange, why the old monk was not looking for others, but he had to find trouble with Wang Sheng.

As soon as the little monk opened the door of the temple, the four of them went straight to the host's room, Cheng Hao kicked open the door of the host's room, rushed to the host, and waved his hand with a big mouth.

The host sat on the ground, his face instantly swollen, and he looked at Cheng Hao in horror, not knowing why Cheng Hao hit him.

Wang Sheng asked fiercely, "What did you do last night?"

The host looked at Wang Sheng in confusion, not knowing how to answer. After several inquiries, the host didn't know what happened last night, he had been sleeping in the room last night and had never gone out. What nails, chisels, vices, there are no such things in the temple, and he has never used these things to torture Wang Sheng.

Leng Ai has been listening to the host's inner thoughts, and she can be sure that the host is not lying. There are only two possibilities for Wang Sheng's experience, one is that he is dreaming, and the other is that there are other people who are secretly making trouble.

At noon, the pagoda emitted billowing white smoke again, and Wang Sheng and the others sat on the steps opposite the pagoda, unable to think of a way. After the sun set, Wang Sheng found the host and asked the host to spend the night together in their tent, otherwise, he would still suspect that the host was tortured to him.

The host was suspected by Wang Sheng, he was obviously very unhappy, but in order to clear his suspicion, he still agreed to Wang Sheng's request, Wang Sheng was still not at ease, took out the rope, and tied the host to the motorcycle.

With the last two things, this time let Wang Sheng and Leng Ai sleep first, Wang Sheng lay in the tent, tossing and turning, although he couldn't smell the strange fragrance, he still felt panicked.

Leng Ai, who was lying next to Wang Sheng, suddenly sat up, Wang Sheng opened his eyes, and before he could ask Leng Ai what he was going to do, he saw Leng Ai raise the knife in his hand and stab Wang Sheng's neck.

Wang Sheng woke up from his dream again, he came to this basement for the third time, he was sure that this basement was the one he had been to last night, and the appearance of the moss on the walls had not changed in any way.

What happened next, as in the first two times, nails, chisels, vices, all were used. When Wang Sheng woke up, it was also four o'clock in the morning. The bald head sat in the side pocket and fell asleep, Cheng Hao lay on the steps, snoring louder than thunder. Wang Sheng hurriedly ran to check on the host's situation, the host was tied to the motorcycle, and the marks that Wang Sheng secretly made on the rope did not change.