The coldness that hit him from head to toe didn't disappear for a long time. Mo Fan stood there blankly and didn't come back to his senses for a long time!
"It seems that there are two demon spirits. Otherwise, Miyata would be dead, and we would not be able to see the subsequent memories. Those memories belong to Narahara Sora. ," Ai Jiangtu suddenly realized something and said hurriedly.
Ai Jiangtu's words suddenly woke up Mo Fan. He glanced at Li Kaifeng and asked hurriedly: "By the way, where did you find those old monks?"
"Manying Mountain, that's what the locals call it. Host Xinyu and the others are here. I don't understand what you are saying. What kind of demon?" Li Kaifeng said.
After Li Kaifeng finished speaking, Mo Fan and Ai Jiangtu looked at each other.
The two people immediately read a horrified consensus in each other's eyes, as if something terrible was about to happen!
"Something is going wrong, let's go to Manying Mountain quickly!" Mo Fan raised his voice.
Most likely only Ai Jiangtu could understand this sentence. Ai Jiangtu did not hesitate at all and directly used teleportation. His figure flashed vaguely and the person disappeared in the next second. Mo Fan vaguely felt something... There are fluctuations in space a hundred meters away.
"What's going on??" Li Kaifeng became even more confused.
When Nan Jue and Jiang Shaoxu saw the solemn expressions on their faces, they knew that something big was indeed happening.卍 novel№网,```-,`,,`,`
"Stop asking so many questions, take us to Manying Mountain quickly." Mo Fan urged Li Kaifeng.
"Okay...okay!"
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These few people were too late for the rest of the team at the same time, so they rushed towards Manying Mountain as fast as possible.
Manying Mountain is in the other direction of Xixiong City. It is an isolated mountaintop with nothing but rocks on it. Usually no one goes there at all.
After crossing Xixiong City, Mo Fan, who was running wildly in blood beast boots, barely caught up with Li Kaifeng.
Ai Jiangtu should have already gone there, but I don't know if he will be late...
"What's going on?" Jiang Shaoxu couldn't help but ask while running.
Mo Fan glanced at the bare Manying Mountain that was still two kilometers away, and then said in a calm voice: "The two of us saw Narahara Sora doing something strange in the illusion."
"What happened??" Jiang Shaoxu asked.
"After Miyata committed suicide in humiliation, Narahara Sora used a carving knife to carve some strange words on some stones. At first, Ai Jiangtu and I thought he was just venting his emotions and didn't pay too much attention.卍§卐§? ◎ `,-,``But now that I think about it, it’s completely different!” Mo Fan replied.
"It seems to be nothing. When I heard you talk in your sleep, you said that Miyata was carving stones before he died. Narahara Sora must have loved her, so he did such a move." Jiang Shaoxu said.
"The problem is that the place where the Narahara stone is carved is Mount Manyei, which is also the mountain where almost all the monks of Yanming Temple do their rituals!" Mo Fan said.
With that said, Jiang Shaoxu, Nan Jue, and Li Kaifeng suddenly woke up and looked at the bare Manying Mountain in horror!
As if Mo Fan's bad suspicion was verified, a bloody light suddenly appeared on the Manying Mountain across Duanlao Street. This light was extremely bright and eerie at the same time. It felt like the sun was shining on a person. The blood light reflected from the blood lake made the crowd horrified!
"Something is going to happen to the monks!!" Jiang Shaoxu shouted.
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There are almost no plants on Manying Mountain. At the foot of the mountain is an old neighborhood that is about to be demolished. The construction team has made the place full of dust. There are some broken rocks on the mountain, and even weeds are rarely seen.
At this time, dozens of blood-colored stones were suspended on Manying Mountain. They formed a strange and evil cursed blood map, shrouding the mountain.
There were some grooves on the ground, and for some reason bright red blood flowed from the grooves, and the fishy smell suddenly filled the air.
The blood continued to flow along the grooves, paving the cursed blood map corresponding to the empty blood stones. Looking down from a high altitude, it looked like a three-dimensional skull head!
After the blood pictures on the ground were traced under the guidance of the blood stone, they began to fly together and piled up at the center of the entire mountain, forming a standing stone tombstone! !
Except for the entire surface where the words were engraved, the originally messy strokes turned into mourning. The dried blood stains were extremely bright red, as if someone had just written on them with blood! ! !
"What's going on? Why did it suddenly become like this!!" The fat monk in the kitchen screamed, his voice sounding like a frightened woman.
"A ghost is asking for life. It must be a ghost asking for life. I said we should leave the temple as soon as possible. Now we are finished..." Monk Nian, who was in charge of the precepts, shouted hoarsely.
The other four or five monks still wearing French clothes were so frightened that they sat down on the ground. The sinister wind and the smell of blood assaulted their nostrils. There was a ghost picture under their feet, and there was a tombstone with blood in it. They had never seen such a terrifying thing. Even though no monsters or monsters appeared in the scene, they could no longer even stand still.
"It's still here. I've had enough in the past few years..." The old monk sat down on the ground and simply closed his eyes.
They were invited to come here to perform rituals, but they did not realize that this ritual was actually done for themselves. It was themselves who needed to repent and be saved! !
"Nara, Nara, I know what we are doing is wrong. We chant sutras and chants for you and Miyata every day, just hoping that you can reach the state of bliss as soon as possible..." The host Nobuyu knelt down and buried him directly.
Everyone was frightened. They were just a group of ordinary monks. They had never seen the real power of curses and ghosts. They had been frightened all these years, but they never thought that this day would really come. Narahara Sora had never seen it from the beginning. I plan to let these executioners go!
"Pretend to be a ghost, pretend to be a ghost, Narahara Sora, you shameless thing, actually pretend to be a ghost. At first, we all thought that you, the person who insulted the temple, was dead, and everything was over. I didn't expect that you would pretend to be dead and still do this. Something is here to scare us, Narahara Sora, come out if you can, I’m not afraid of you!!” Monk Qihai pointed at the tombstone with blood on it and yelled wildly.
"Nanami, please admit it quickly, maybe he will bypass us..." the old monk said with his eyes closed.
"What are you admitting? I didn't do anything. It was obviously Narahara Sora, the bastard, who had an affair with that little bitch...ahhh!!!!!!"
Before Qihai finished speaking, her whole body was thrown away by some kind of force, and her body slammed into those blood-lettered stone tablets...
