As the ghost slave entered, Wang Ye's eyes flashed and he moved instantly, slashing the ghost slave's body with the ghost sword.
The head at the muzzle of Mao Yongan's cannon ejected a ball full of energy at almost the same time, hitting the ghost slave's body and making bursts of roars.
With a loud noise, Wang Ye retreated quickly, his eyes full of vigilance.
The ghost slave's body kept shaking, and the broken flesh and blood hanging on the bones fell to the ground, but the bones were not damaged at all and were exceptionally tough.
"Good boy, this guy is too meaty!"
Mao Yongan was a little amazed. He disassembled the hand cannon, put it back into his backpack, and took out two strange talismans.
It looked like he was ready to run away.
But the strange thing is that after the ghost slave was attacked, he had no intention of fighting back. His empty eyes burst out with strange pious gaze. Like the most loyal believer, he walked step by step to the Buddha statue in the center of the altar and knelt on the ground. ,Hands together.
Wang Ye took two steps back vigilantly, without saying a word, but his body stood firmly at the door, ready to retreat at any time.
The eyes of the Buddha statue kept shaking, obviously full of blood, but emitting a sacred golden light.
The bulging belly of the ghost slave began to swell continuously, as if there was something alive inside, and finally...
A hole opened in the belly, and a baby emerged from the ghost slave's belly. With innocent eyes and a smile that was ignorant of the world, he climbed on the ghost slave's body, opened his mouth and bit the ghost slave.
The ghost slave remained motionless, just looking at the Buddha statue piously.
There was less and less flesh and blood on his body, and the baby was growing at a strange speed.
Blood and pieces of meat kept chewing in his mouth until the ghost slave completely turned into a skeleton and the baby grew into a young man.
Wang Ye's expression became more solemn.
This young man's facial features revealed a strong sense of familiarity.
Looking at the corpse of the old monk on the ground, and the young man with his hands clasped together, kowtowing devoutly to the Buddha statue.
Rebirth! ! ?
Slowly retreating to the position outside the door, Mao Yongan followed closely behind Wang Ye.
The playful look disappeared at some point, and his expression was full of solemnity. He looked at the Buddha statue seriously without saying a word.
"How to say?"
Wang Ye stared at the Buddha statue and asked softly.
Mao Yongan shook his head: "I don't know, Buddhist things have always been weird, but I felt threatened by that thing, a threat to my life. You should understand what I mean."
Wang Ye was surprised that this Taoist priest had so many ways to save his life. Even Wang Ye was still not sure whether the guy in front of him was Mao Yongan's true form.
After all, if he didn't have the strength, Daocheng wouldn't let him come out to practice with confidence.
but now...
This Buddha statue actually has the power to threaten the little Taoist Master of Daocheng?
Wang Ye couldn't help but become more wary of this Buddha statue.
At this time, the young man slowly bowed to the Buddha statue.
Goodbye...
Two thanks...
Three prayers...
Every time he kneels down and worships, blood mist will rise from the young man's body and enter the body of the Buddha statue.
After three prayers, the young man has become older.
After he became old, his appearance was exactly the same as that of the old monk before him.
The old monk stood up with some difficulty, turned around, looked at Wang Ye faintly, and sighed softly: "The thirteenth sacrifice is not perfect after all."
"You and I, the Buddhas, must have a cause and effect."
As he spoke, a ray of energy from the Buddha statue was injected into the old monk's body.
Then majestic golden light emanated from the old monk's body, and a strong pressure swept away towards Wang Ye.
Wang Ye groaned and took a step back.
There was a slight golden light on the body surface, and then, the wooden fish in the pocket shook slightly.
"Um?"
The old monk felt it slightly, withdrew the pressure and pondered a little.
After a long time, he slowly said: "It seems that it is not time to end this relationship."
As he finished speaking, a crack appeared in the air, and the crack was filled with a dark and terrifying aura.
The old monk respectfully held the altar in his hands and stepped into the crack.
As the old monk entered, the cracks slowly disappeared.
In the air, there was only the strong smell of blood.
Wang Ye and Mao Yongan looked at each other with thoughtful expressions.
"What will this sacrifice be?" Wang Ye whispered softly.
Mao Yongan shook his head: "I don't know. I can go back and ask my elders."
"The thirteenth time, that is to say, in this case, maybe the sacrifice has been performed thirteen times? This old monk has also died thirteen times?" Wang Ye thought.
Mao Yongan nodded in agreement: "It should be so, maybe more ordinary people died."
Wang Ye and Mao Yongan fell silent again. They looked at the empty bungalow and retreated silently for a long time.
Outside the blockade.
The thick fog gradually dissipated, and the figures of Wang Ye and Mao Yongan appeared in everyone's sight.
"Success?"
There was a hint of joy on Liu Qian's face.
Wang Ye was noncommittal and turned back to take a deep look at the direction he left: "Go and deal with the aftermath. I'm a little tired. Let's go back and rest first."
With a trace of tiredness on his face, he left with Mao Yongan.
The disappointment on Liu Qian's face flashed away, and she quickly cheered up again. She and Wang Qiang led the investigators into the scene.
At the door of the room, he separated from Mao Yongan.
As expected, the hair caught in the crack of the door disappeared again.
Sighing helplessly, and no longer able to even think about being vigilant, Wang Ye opened the door and walked in.
Mao Yongan knocked on the door softly. The old woman, neatly dressed, opened the door with a kind smile and welcomed him in.
"You're tired, let's eat first."
The old woman was holding a basin of steaming food and spoke with a kind and caring voice.
Mao Yongan didn't even bother to look at the old woman. He went back to the room, fell on the bed, and took out a scarecrow from his pocket.
Soon, the scarecrow transformed into his appearance, walked out of the bedroom with a smile, sat on the dining table, and stuffed fingers into his mouth one after another under the expectant gaze of the old woman.
at this time...
It was clearly still early morning.
The room was filled with strangeness.
…
Wang Ye returned to the room, smelling the faint scent of perfume in the living room and the spotlessly cleaned floor, and became increasingly helpless.
Sighing, he came to the study room, turned on the computer, and found the file where the surveillance video was stored...
Then, Wang Ye's pupils shrank suddenly.
document...
All have been deleted.
In the folder, a document was created at some point.
Open the document and there is only one line of text in it.
"hello."
Looking at the words in the document, Wang Ye felt a chill coming from his body!
Whoever entered his room was a human or a ghost!
If it is a human being, which organization does it belong to and what is its purpose?
If he was checking in secret, why did he clean his room?
But if it's a ghost...
It's even more terrifying.
What kind of existence is this?
