The two of them are like prey, and the ghosts in the town are like hunters.
White Mao is marked by a ghost image and will be found wherever they flee.
Zong Lin knew that if this continued, both of them would die here.
Bai Mao, who was bleeding from his mouth, nose, and ears and was delirious, thought so too.
So he wanted to stay. It would be better for two people to die than one person to die.
Bai Mao gave him his Vajra Mask, intending to stay and use all the fire talismans to kill these phantoms together.
Zong Lin did not abandon him and escaped alone. Instead, he used his talent to cut off one of his arms.
The flesh and blood attracted the attention of all the ghosts. They pounced on the severed arm and quickly chewed it clean. The natural wind cut off the breath of Zong Lin and the two of them. Taking this opportunity, they escaped.
…
This is what happened to the two of them in town.
It can be said that it is full of dangers and extremely thrilling.
Jiang Yao marveled at Zong Lin's decision.
In such a critical moment, it would be difficult for a normal person to make the choice to survive with a broken arm.
They often abandon their companions and escape alone. This is also understandable, human nature is changeable, people are not saints, there are always times of selfishness, even Jiang Yao himself has it.
Bai Mao was affected by the ghost image, and strands of blood flowed from his ears, but he didn't know it. He was looking at Zong Lin who was lying on the ground with all his attention, his eyes were red, and the worry in his eyes almost overflowed.
He kept crying, tears falling like a downpour.
Jiang Yao said: "Wait until he dies before we mourn. You take a pill first."
The strange realm has not been closed yet, and time is running out. There is no point in crying now.
Bai Mao pursed his lips tightly, trying to adjust his emotions. After taking a pill of Bai Fei's wound medicine, his mental state got better.
He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes randomly, ran to the corner and began to focus on drawing the symbols.
Jiang Yao was not idle either. After leaving Qingyun Temple during the day, he also went to Xuanhe Temple and cut down peach trees.
She began to sharpen her sword.
The Taomu Sword is useful against phantoms.
midnight.
Zong Lin just woke up. He didn't show any pain because of his broken arm. He seemed to have accepted it. He slowly sat up, took the stone bowl handed over by Jiang Yao, and took a sip of hot water.
He glanced sideways at Bai Mao, who was curled up not far from the fire. Talismans were scattered around him, and he still held a brush stained with cinnabar in his hand. He was so tired that he couldn't support himself and fell asleep.
Zong Lin stood up, arranged all the talismans scattered around him and put them aside, put away the brush, and then pulled his coat to cover him.
Returning to the fire, meeting Jiang Yao's gaze, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yao shook his head.
She told the young man what happened during the day and exchanged clues.
The little novice monk said that the host will leave the seclusion after two days, which is consistent with Article 3 of the rules of Xitang Town: [Three days of ghost images patrolling the streets, six days of the arrival of ghosts. Please—wait to die! 】Consistent.
Hosting the exit is equivalent to the arrival of the evil spirit.
As the townspeople said, the master of Xuanhe Temple destroyed his family overnight because he offended the gods.
It is not difficult to guess that the god offended by the temple owner is the strange god enshrined in Qingyun Temple.
The word 'offend' is very ambiguous and involves a wide range of things.
"There are still many things we haven't found out yet," Zong Lin said.
The townspeople and ghosts are preventing them from exploring the main line of Xitang Town. It is conceivable that the person who controls them must be an important figure in the main line.
"Does this little novice really don't know or is he just pretending?"
Jiang Yao answered accurately: "I really don't know."
She is very good at identifying lies. The little novice's eyes are very clear and pure, as if they have never been exposed to the dark side and are living in weaving beautiful fantasies.
Just like Bai Mao, who was protected by his father in the greenhouse, his eyes were similar to that of the little novice monk, but not like him. The young novice is truly a blank slate.
His memories were only good, the rest were blocked, and he couldn't find out no matter how he asked.
Zong Lin said: "I have another way."
Jiang Yao listened to him.
Zong Lin glanced at the sleeping Baimao and said: "Baimao's talent is to dream. He can penetrate into the master's memory through dreams. Then we will know all the memories of the novice."
It's just that Bai Mao's level is only level 3. Using the talent consumes a lot of energy and is unstable. Once something happens, they will be lost in dreams forever.
Jiang Yao remained silent.
When she heard "Dream", she couldn't help but think of the black cat monster she rescued from the last mysterious realm.
Its talent is the innate ability of fantasy, which can lure inner demons and make the enemy immersed in painful memories. It can also create hallucinations and see all the memories of the enemy.
Unfortunately, the [Contract] column is also gray and cannot be opened, and the black cat cannot be released.
Right now there is only one way to use Bai Mao's talent.
"I made an appointment with him to meet tomorrow, and I'll fall asleep then."
Zong Lin nodded.
.
The next day was sunny.
Qingyun Temple.
Jiang Yao arrived as scheduled and met the young novice monk.
The young novice seemed to have been waiting for her here early in the morning. There was a dead leaf falling on his head and shoulders, and he was sitting on a stone bench holding a wooden box in his hand.
When he saw her, his eyes lit up and he walked quickly to her, the gray monk's robes swaying in the sun.
"Donor, you are here."
Jiang Yao's eyes fell on his clear face. The little novice monk's skin was fair and pure. The golden sunlight spread in his bent eyes, and the beautiful light spots were rippling.
She couldn't feel any evil spirit from him.
Only the dazzling Buddha light remains.
The young novice handed her the wooden box in his hand.
"This is the magical weapon that the poor monk mentioned yesterday. It is very powerful against evil spirits. If you carry it, you will not be hurt again."
Jiang Yao took the wooden box.
The wooden box is made of cypress wood, which touches the warmth. Opening the wooden box, there was a string of Buddhist beads inside. The beads were bright white in color and reflected strange colors under the light.
Jiang Yao could tell at a glance that it was made of human bones.
And it's fresh human bones.
She raised her forehead and met the clear and translucent eyes of the little novice monk. Behind him, Zong Lin and Baimao appeared quietly. I saw that he quickly became distracted and fell asleep.
Jiang Yao reached out to support his falling body.
Bai Mao also fell into sleep. Zong Lin held his hand and said to her:
"Dreams are all memories of the past. They cannot be involved, let alone changed, otherwise the dream will collapse."
