On the brightly lit Xudu Street, all the passers-by of men, women and children turned their heads to stare at Zhang Staying up all night, and the originally lively street fell into a strange dead silence at this time.

The shopkeeper didn't know when he appeared, he looked at the young man coldly, he asked, but the voice of the fat monk came out.

"How do you see that?"

At this time, Tang Wei's descendants Ganlu and Xu Ying drew their swords one after another, and looked vigilantly at the crowd that slowly gathered around, this doomed night, countless strange things had happened that shook their hearts, and in the face of the scene in front of them, except for a trace of panic, there was not much fear at all, and their spirits had long been numb.

Zhang stayed up all night and smiled, stretched out his arm with the string of Buddha beads, and then under the eyes of everyone, the string of Buddha beads slowly twisted, and finally turned into a cloud of crazy maggots wrapped around the young man's arm, and he waved his hand in disgust, and all of them fell to the ground.

He calmly pulled out his black tassel gun and said, "When did you set your sights on us?" Could it be that they followed us in Binh Duong County? I believe that most of the words you said in the previous simulation of the bamboo crane and what I said are true, but unfortunately I found out that this string of Buddhist beads is fake. Fat monk, he may really not be able to enter, or maybe he can really use two hearts to transmit sound through the Buddha beads...... But it's a pity that you pretend to be a fat monk, even if you are worried about the safety of a few of us, you still know too much and your thinking is too clear. You played him too smartly, and without that smell of lack of heart like a stunned person, I could sense that something was wrong. ”

In the city of Xudu, in the meditation room of a Buddhist temple, a fat-headed and fat-eared young monk was lying in front of the desk, copying the scriptures with the help of a candlelight, and suddenly he sneezed, and then an inexplicable sense of grievance rose in his heart.

The fat monk looked confused.

What is quite strange is that in the meditation room of this Buddhist temple, sitting on the other side of the desk at this time is a young Taoist wearing a cyan robe. The Taoist man was holding a Buddhist scripture in his hand, and was reading it with relish, when he looked up and saw the fat monk with a confused face on the other side of the desk. The Daoist smiled and said, "Brother Zhuhe, why did you stop?" Copying scriptures is more taboo than chanting, so don't get involved. ”

The fat monk Zhuhe looked ashamed when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "It's the little monk's heart, thank you Senior Brother Qinglian for your advice." ”

Then the chubby fleshy hand held the wolf pen, dipped it in ink, and just wanted to continue copying, but looked up at the surroundings with a puzzled face, his heart was empty, and he seemed to have forgotten many things.

Strange, the little monk vaguely remembered that he practiced closed-mouth meditation, how did he feel that he had just spoken?

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Around the wine shop on the corner of the street, the expressionless crowd surrounded Zhang and the four of them.

After listening to Zhang's words of staying up late, the shopkeeper looked annoyed, his eyes shrugged down, and then his facial features seemed to curl up into a ball due to grievances, and finally twisted hard, and a human face turned into a hideous mass of flesh and blood.

The expressionless facial features in the crowd also became distorted, and finally all turned into flesh, a large opening from the face, and scarlet slender spikes burst out of the mouth.

The young man took a step forward, and the black tassel gun in his hand danced wildly, splashing countless blood flowers in the crowd with the cold light. For a while, I don't know how many slender and twisted flesh thorns were cut off, and suddenly turned into a rain of blood.

Zhang stayed up all night and let out a long howl, avoiding the countless invading flesh thorns, his body jumped high in the air, and the spear in his hand turned into a little clever cold light and stabbed at the shopkeeper.

In front of him, Tang Weizi held a sword in one hand and chopped off a flesh thorn that rushed to his face, Zhang stayed up all night The terrifying offensive made him in a trance, as early as when he was in the pit, he knew that this kid was a guy with few words, but when did his brother become so fierce?

The shopkeeper's body was extremely strangely twisted, dodging the powerful shot, and then the blurred head cracked, and a slender neck was on top of a baby-sized head, staring viciously at the young man who was almost crazy in the crowd at this time.

Passers-by on the street in the distance seemed completely indifferent to the horror scene here, and the street dozens of paces away was still bustling with traffic.

Even though Zhang stayed up all night to kill Xiaoyong, there were too many slender flesh thorns blooming on the faces of this group, and the young man had already had countless small wounds on his body at this time, and he had already become a bloody man at this time. The bloodied young man looked at the baby's head floating in the air on the slender neck, and said calmly: "Where are Xu Darttou and Master Qiu, where are you, where are you hiding them?" ”

The baby who waved the lantern in the air replied with a meaningful smile on his face.

Then the face of the young man standing with the gun changed.

Pedestrians on the street in the distance walked slowly towards them at any time, each carrying a lantern and a gong in their hands, and with the gaze of Zhang Jiu Ye and others, countless slender little hands burst out of their bodies, pulled out a bloody rib as a mallet, and began to beat the gong rhythmically, and the hand holding the lantern began to shake with the sound of the bang. The expressionless crowd rushed towards them, and in the neat and eerie sound of gongs, a burst of chanting gradually sounded in their ears.

Zhang stayed up all night and the faces of several people turned pale, and the strange chanting sound was as deafening as thunder in a few breaths, evoking an extreme pain that they had never experienced before, as if their brains were about to explode.

Sun Ganlu and Xu Ying couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground and fainted, Tang Weizi gritted his teeth, propped up his red eyes, let out a heart-rending roar, and raised the tip of his sword to pierce his arm fiercely, trying to maintain his consciousness to resist the extreme sting pain in his mind. Zhang stayed up all night and didn't get much better, the young man clenched the spear in his hand with both hands, leaning on his body, and the earth-shattering gong sound and countless chanting sounds in his mind seemed to encroach on his consciousness. He had never experienced such pain, and at this time, he watched the crowd of gongs have stepped on the ground and surrounded him with stumps and corpses, and the countless chanting voices in his mind have reached the extreme.

After slowly waking up from the chaotic darkness, Zhang stayed up a little confused and sat up, and then the memories came flooding back, he stood up instantly, hooked his shoulders with a sharp pain, he found that his pipa bones were wearing two cold iron chains, the end of the chain tied his hands, and he found himself in a small stone room.

He stared at the shackles on his arm in pain, then watched it turn into a writhing mass of maggots, then stomped a few feet to trample the wriggling maggots into a pulp, and then the boy froze as he tried to deal with the chains that pierced his shoulders.

Although he could see through the illusion in the dream of the sleeping king, even in the dream, he couldn't see his back!

Damn, these Lamp Shaker Sect lunatics have already been settled.

Zhang, who wore chains on his shoulders, slowly walked to the edge of the cage, looking at the narrow and dark tunnels outside and the stalactites hanging in the darkness in the distance, he seemed to be imprisoned in a cave. He was silent, and then recalled everything that had happened after waking up in the ancestral hall, the eyeless watchman and the paper figure array painted all over the faces of their group, the snake-necked Master Qiu and the group of strange faces in the ancestral hall must also be the people of the Lantern Shaking Sect. But where is Master Qiu and the dart team? Xu Darttou also didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt a mess in his heart, and he felt an irrepressible irritability in this powerless passivity.

Why didn't these wandering god cult madmen kill themselves? Where are the few of them now? Locked up too?

A girl's voice came from a short distance beside him.

"Is anyone over there? Have you also been caught by the Lamp Shakers? ”

The boy did not answer, but asked, "Who are you?" ”

However, the girl's calm words made him fall into confusion and shock.

"Tell me first, which of the High Heavenly Thrones are you?"