Chapter 1153: Monks, Ghosts
"What's going on!"
The general was shocked and said, "Aren't we outside!?"
"Hallucination!"
The old man with the heart lamp was calm.
An old man like him, as a heart-lamp monk of the previous generation, has seen a big scene in any of the world's last generation.
"You'd better pray with the old man that this is some kind of illusion controlled by that ghost. β
"If not, then we're dead. β
"What do you mean?"
The old man of the heart lamp said slowly: "If the current scene is not an illusion, then this ghost who was bumped into by us is very likely to have mastered the laws of space. β
"You don't want to know what realm the law can be mastered. β
The old man's voice also trembled with a hint of trembling: "Find!"
"Look at the people who were in the tent before that time, and they are still there!"
"If they don't become ghouls, then we're just hallucinating!"
"That ghost doesn't have the ability to attack us in the daytime, and since the tent turns dark, it's the ghost's illusion!"
The old man of the heart lamp obviously has a lot of experience and knows a lot.
At this moment, he is not like an ordinary worldly heart lamp.
He looked around.
The surrounding environment is pitch black, but in the window position, there is a hint of blue-black light, and you can see the seats and farm tools on display.
Obviously, this environment is the interior of a farmhouse.
And...... It's the inside of a farmhouse wrapped in darkness.
"If you find those soldiers, they've turned into ghouls......"
The old man of the heart lamp smiled bitterly: "Then we will die." β
Hearing this, the general's face changed, but although he only had Lingyuan in the realm, he quickly stabilized his mind and said, "Okay!"
"Everyone, watch out and look carefully!"
In the darkness, no one could see how big it was.
However, through the blue-black windows and bright light, you can see the towering courtyard walls.
Obviously, if it weren't for the illusion in this location, everyone would have appeared strangely in the village.
The remaining seven soldiers drew their matching swords and smeared them with oil on the blades and set them on fire.
Rumble!
There was a sound of gas expanding, and all the blades ignited with flames.
It's just that......
It was the light of the flames, but it didn't find the way ahead.
The darkness around it, as if it could swallow everything, swallowed up the flames as well.
Seven people walked forward silently, and the old man and the middle-aged general walked slowly behind.
And at this moment, in the darkness ahead, a human face was suddenly illuminated by the firelight!
Because the darkness around can swallow almost everything, and when the faces are illuminated, the two of them have almost come together!
The soldier's face in the darkness snapped open!
At the bridge of his nose, the flesh suddenly flipped over!
The whole face was like a bloody flower in full bloom, and the muscles were cracked and scattered!
"Roar!"
With a low roar, the soldier who had turned into a ghoul pounced directly!
"Damn it!"
Seeing this scene in front of him, the old man with the heart lamp immediately changed color!
"Kill!"
The soldier was not slow to react, and when the ghoul pounced, he had already reacted!
The fire sword in his hand plunged directly into the ghoul's chest!
"Roar!"
At the same time, in the surrounding darkness, more than a dozen other soldiers also walked out hideously.
The flesh on their faces was drooping and covered in blood.
Bang bang bang!!
And the house leak happened to rain overnight, and at this moment, there was also a sound of slapping outside the blue and black window!
Outside the window, a bloodied, muscle-turned villager ghoul also kept banging on the window!
Whoaβ
Almost instantly, the window was smashed open!
"Bastard!"
The old man of the heart lamp shouted angrily, but his face was miserable.
Can't live!
......
And at this moment, just outside the village where the troops were originally stationed, a bearded monk walked quickly.
Before he could get there, he heard a burst of screams and screams.
When he came to the hillside, he saw seven or eight people standing in place, frantically pinching his neck.
In the other tent, the tent had been torn to pieces, and more than a dozen soldiers looked crazy, holding their own matching swords, and piercing their chests and abdomen one by one.
The countless blood, even more vivid under the soldier's self-mutilation, makes people shudder.
Under the blue sky and white sun, his face was happy and hideous and he tore apart his body, what a terrifying and strange scene.
When the monk looked up, he saw a miserable white face stuck to the window of a house on the outskirts of the village.
The exaggerated black eye sockets with an imbalance of proportions stared at the crowd's self-killing.
"Amitabha. β
The bearded monk didn't pay attention to the people below, but looked at the ghost in the window.
At this moment, the ghost also turned his head and looked at the monk.
It's just that the monk hurriedly bowed his head.
He knew that his cultivation, and if he looked at that ghost, he would fall into hallucinations if he didn't keep it.
"Ladies and gentlemen. β
"Please eat. β
As he spoke, the monk took out a white bell.
The outer layer of the bell is wrapped in black and white white tiger fur.
At this moment, the monk gently rattled the bell, and the scorching sun in the sky slowly disappeared under the heavy clouds.
The sky darkened in an instant.
The yin wind gusted, slowly puffing up the monk's red robe.
A miserable white face in a white robe gently reached out to caress the monk.
It's a woman.
A very beautiful woman.
It's just that this woman's face is pale and terrible, and her eyes are also as orange as beasts.
Click-
The next moment, the woman bit directly on the monk's face, tore off a piece of flesh, and chewed and swallowed it.
"Gurgling ......"
The sound of the mad churning sounded in the monk's ears.
On the monk's originally white face, a hideous blood hole immediately appeared.
"Female benefactor, you have eaten the wrong thing. β
As if he couldn't feel the pain, the monk's voice was calm and compassionate, and he said, "You have eaten the meat of the poor monk for decades, and now you have game, so it is better to improve the taste." β
The woman looked at the monk, and then at the ghost in the village window.
The next moment, the woman's hand opened easily.
The tip of her pale tongue slowly kissed the monk's lips along the back of the monk's neck, and then leaned into the bloody hole again and sucked a bite.
"Whoaβ"
The female ghost was reluctant to leave, and the blood was sticky, like a lover left a crisp kiss.
Jingle Bell β
The monk rang the bell again, his voice as flat and gentle as the water of a lake, and said, "Go ahead." β
The woman slowly retreated, and immediately headed towards the village.
At this moment, another miserable white face emerged.
Behind the monk, there are countless white-clothed ghosts, like an ocean.
Their beastly eyes lit up at the moment, and they flew away with the female ghostβ
Dense ghosts wandered, like a white wild stream.
The monk gently held the tiger skin bell and looked up as the mighty ghosts rushed to the house where the ghost was.
The ghost in the window showed a frightened look.
The next moment it disappeared directly from the window.
But the monk knew that it would not survive.
These ghosts have always been full.
The yin wind blows the homeland, and the ghosts walk in the white night.
"Amitabha. β
The monk slowly raised his head, looked at the people who were gradually waking up in the illusion, and walked down.