In fact, in addition to Nujia from the Black Tiger Gang, the Divine Fist Sect had also been attacked by Shikui. Wu Yan naturally knew how dangerous this monster was, so he immediately agreed with Yao Junsu's proposal to tide over the difficulties together.
In this devastating disaster, no one can survive alone.
Especially for these well-established forces, which have been entrenched in Fenyin for decades, if they give up rashly, it will not be as simple as breaking their muscles and bones.
Even if you move your family to another place, how can you ensure that you won't be squeezed out by those local snakes?
There are countless heroes in the world, and they are not the only ones Ning Gang.
"Sect Master, we have checked, and there are no traces of Shikui's activity on the top of the mountain!"
The scout who was one step ahead came back to report. This news made everyone in the hidden Shen Fist Sect feel a little relieved.
Different from the joy of others, Wu Yan was deeply worried. He couldn't help but wonder: "How come there are no traces at all?
No living creature in the mountain forest can escape Shikui's vicious hands, but they stay away from the top of Qingfeng Mountain. "
He couldn't figure out the reason in a short time, so Wu Yan just led the team to continue looking for a suitable place to spend the night.
After traveling for about half a stick of incense, everyone discovered an abandoned barn, which should be the place where Qingfeng Village stored stored grain.
Because there is no natural moat in Qingfeng Mountain, the mountain gate is often easily breached when faced with encirclement and suppression, so they built a habitat in the intricate dense forest on the top of the mountain.
To avoid being forced into a desperate situation and running out of ammunition and food.
"Master, why don't we just repair here all night?" One of the disciples suggested that the barn is divided into two floors to attack and retreat.
The most important thing is a closed environment, which makes it easier for people to feel at ease.
Wu Yan didn't speak, and looked up and down at the outer wall of the barn. The wall was mottled and peeling off, and there was also an unknown red substance stuck on it, which made people upset just by looking at it.
Just when he was about to refuse, Shi Kui roared from behind.
"No, so many people have gathered together, and their energy and blood are too strong. They can no longer hide it from those monsters!" Wu Yan gritted his teeth and said to the disciples behind him: "Don't stay in the wild! Go to the barn to discuss countermeasures! "
After everyone went in, Wu Yan took out a few more talismans from his arms and said, "These are the talismans given by Master Zhang. Pasting them on the wall can prevent the spread of popularity."
He gave the talisman to the disciples of the Divine Fist and asked them to stick it on the barn wall.
The people from the Divine Fist Sect chose to live on the second floor, so that they would have buffer time in case of any emergencies.
Five portraits hang on the second floor of the barn.
"Master, why doesn't the person in this painting look like a horse bandit? Moreover, this portrait is too lifelike. It's hard to imagine that someone could use the art of painting so superbly."
Wu Yan said nothing and looked up at the portrait.
The dark background sets off the pale faces of the portraits. The people in the five portraits all have their round eyes open and stare straight ahead with stiff expressions.
There was nothing remotely human about his face.
"I don't know if you have noticed it, but this looks a bit like a posthumous photo. Could this be someone who died here?"
Someone in the team whispered that Daqian has the custom of painting photos of the deceased. This is a special profession called a shadow painter.
This kind of painting master does not paint portraits of living people, only the dead.
Moreover, the threshold of the industry is higher than that of ordinary painters, because if you paint a picture for a living person, if the painting does not look like it, the living person will scold you at most.
But if you don't draw a ghost that looks like it, you will lose your life.
This is also the reason why everyone in the Divine Fist Sect felt hairs on their backs, because the shadow image was so realistic that it was almost impossible to draw it.
It seemed like there were really five dead people standing outside the window looking into the house.
"Don't think nonsense, everyone takes turns to keep vigil, and it will be dawn soon!" Wu Yan spoke out to calm everyone's emotions. As a warrior in the Ninggang Realm, he has his own pride and blood. After escaping that night, he not only did not feel timid, but There is raging anger burning in my heart.
I have been practicing martial arts for half my life just to hide here and there like a mouse?
"The sect master is right, no matter what he is! There are so many of us, even if we encounter a wave of corpses, we can fight against it. Why are we afraid of five portraits?"
The disciples of Shenquan all said harsh words to embolden them, and they spent the middle of the night peacefully.
Although Wu Yan didn't need to keep vigil, he didn't dare to sleep and kept paying attention to the goings-on around him.
But for some reason, he was particularly sleepy tonight.
I vaguely caught a glimpse of the five portraits again, and found that their expressions had changed at some point. They stared angrily ahead with their round eyes, and grinned ferociously, as if they wanted to eat them alive.
Wu Yan wanted to get up and warn everyone, but he couldn't move, as if he had lost control of his body.
As time goes by, the changes in the portrait become more and more terrifying.
In the end, the face on the portrait broke away from the frame, stretched out its slender neck, and attacked the sleeping people.
And those were not picture frames at all, but windows one after another. The dark background color was actually the night outside.
Those five faces were not painted on them, but real grimaces. They just stood outside the window and looked at the people in the room.
But this is the second floor...
Cluck cluck...
The ghostly laughter came, and the Divine Fist Sect was deprived of life without even letting out a scream.
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"What?! All the people from the Divine Fist Sect are missing? They just went to Qingfeng Village in Zhao'an!"
Yang Qingze stood up from his seat, his face full of disbelief.
"Perhaps he escaped, after all, Shikui is too fierce, and who dares to confront him head-on.
Although it is embarrassing to run away in a hurry, it is better than losing your life. "
Goldman Sachs said that he had no intention of counting on these Jianghu people from the beginning. Fortunately, Wu Yan had promised to help Fenyin tide over the difficulties.
"Impossible, I still know the character of the leader of the Divine Fist Sect, and since I have agreed, I will never go back on it.
I'm afraid there's something fishy about this.
Any news from the spies who went there? "
Yao Junsu disagrees with Goldman Sachs's arbitrary views. People in Jianghu are not all cunning and treacherous people.
There are also many people who have integrity and character.
Don’t you just want to have a good reputation when you go out? People like Wu Yan will definitely cherish their feathers.
"The spies have come back a long time ago, not only the people from the Shen Fist Sect, but even the horse bandits from Qingfeng Village are gone.
And there was no trace of a fight at the scene, as if it had disappeared out of thin air. "
"Everyone has to prepare for the worst, this is very abnormal, like something strange is causing trouble.
A living Ning Gang warrior just broke in, and if word spread, it would definitely cause panic among all the major forces. "
Yang Qingze's expression was full of worry.
"This matter cannot be hidden, and those Jianghu people are not fools. There are crises everywhere in Fenyin now, not only the tide of corpses, but also supernatural events that can be seen everywhere.
For the current plan, we can only take one step at a time. If God's will is like this, then there is nothing we can do. "
Yao Junsu has once again asked Zhang Daoling to ask for help from the Pei family, but he doesn't know what the result will be.
"I'm telling you sirs, Bai Captou is back!"
A government servant ran over and said.
The three people who were originally gloomy finally received the first good news of the day, so they were summoned immediately.
"Let him in quickly!"
