"Young Master, ......wake up," Jiang Han shouted while patting Nangong Jing's face.

Nangong Jing's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and a heart-rending pain came from all over his body, especially his head, which made him gasp.

Whether it was his hands or feet, he found that he couldn't move anywhere, and when he opened his eyelids with great difficulty, he saw Jiang Han's face, and his mind was blank in pain.

Don't know where you are? Don't even know what's going on? Why does your body look like you've been beaten up?

"Young master, you've finally woken up, quick, drink a glass of water first!" Jiang Han twisted open a bottle of mineral water, helped him up, and put it to his dry lips.

Nangong Jing was indeed very thirsty, so he didn't hesitate, and after taking it, he drank most of the bottle in one go.

Then I looked at the strange bedroom in front of me, with ordinary decoration, there was only a desk, two chairs, and a large bookcase in the room, which was full of Buddhist scriptures.

And he, lying on a retro solid wood bed, asked in confusion, "Where is this?" ”

Jiang Han looked shocked and pursed his lips before replying, "This ...... This is Kek Lok Temple! ”

Kek Lok Temple, why is he in Kek Lok Temple? No, he came with Cher.

Thinking like this, a chill hit the bottom of my heart, and I immediately turned my head, but I didn't see anyone on the bed, and asked with a shocked face: "What about her?" ”

"I ...... I don't know, but when we came in, you were alone in bed! Jiang Han replied with a look of horror.

This gloomy and weird house, if it weren't for Nangong Jing in it, he really wouldn't dare to come in.

When he thought of what happened last night, he felt like a man's back, especially Jian Junxi's body, as if it had been swallowed by this house, and it was terrifying to think about.

"Xue'er......" Nangong Jing panicked all of a sudden, pushed him away and got out of bed, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Jiang Han held him who was about to fall, and said with an embarrassed face: "Young master, I just looked for it, and there is no Jian Shao here."

Moreover, I have also sent someone to check back and forth, which ...... There are no secret passages here......"

The blood on Nangong Jing's face faded, and he roared angrily: "Help me stand up!" ”

"Yes!" Jiang Han immediately set him up.

Nangong Jing staggered out of the door, and when he saw that it was an ordinary Buddhist hall, he was so shocked that the whole person was stunned in place, and his already pale face became even paler at the moment.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Han asked uneasily.

Nangong Jing only felt a burst of ant-like pain in his head, hugging his head tightly, but still trying to recall every detail of last night......

Half a minute later, he suddenly opened his crimson eyes, as if he had been hit by a blood curse, more like he was possessed by the devil, vigorously pushed Jiang Han away, and staggered out of the door.

The black and oppressive sky, with no sunlight and no clouds, accompanied by a cold north wind, was extremely cold.

Look at this building is still the same one last night, and the screen is still the same screen.

He stumbled back in, and inside was a temple and a room, and there was no corridor at all.

All of a sudden, he felt the world spinning, and he was about to faint.

"Young Master......" Jiang Han held his arm in time.

After Nangong Jing stabilized his body, he turned around and walked out the door again, and staggered to the back of the house, which was already a wall.

Further back was the top of a hill, there was no road at all, and the crimson eyes were full of astonishment and horror.

(End of chapter)