Just after Wang Ye walked out of the passage, before he had time to look around, a trace of energy fluctuation suddenly appeared in the air.
"Wang Ye, die for me!"
Luo Ping's roar sounded, and then he took a knife in his hand and slashed at the figure holding his face.
The figure seemed not to notice anything and allowed the long knife to slash on his neck.
As if cutting into a ball of mud, under Luo Ping's surprised eyes, the long knife sank in.
Soon, the knife turned red instantly as if it had been exposed to high temperatures, and Luo Ping subconsciously let go of the handle.
But it was already much too late. His hands were severely burned and their flesh and blood were twisted.
The long knife turned into iron juice and kept dripping on the ground, and the wound on his neck healed instantly.
Wang Ye, who was standing behind, saw this scene, thought in his heart, and secretly noted the figure's ability.
Luo Ping was also full of shock at this time. Regardless of the pain in his hands, he looked at the figure in disbelief.
Wang Ye, since when did you become so strong?
Did he awaken another superpower?
Finding that 'Wang Ye' was not paying attention to him, Luo Ping's eyes flickered, with a hint of suspicion in his fear, and he stepped aside vigilantly, but he did not dare to take action again under unknown circumstances.
Hidden behind, the real Wang Ye saw this scene and sentenced him to death in his heart.
It's just that it's not the time to take action yet.
No longer paying attention to Luo Ping, Wang Ye looked around after smelling the strong smell of blood.
It is similar to a basement-like layout. There are several skeletons not far away, standing in a circle and wearing monk robes.
In the center, there is a mummified old monk who seems to have been dead for a long time.
Different from other skeletons, he still has a layer of skin and dried flesh on his body, and the outline of his face can be faintly seen.
But there is no longer any energy fluctuation in the body.
There are lines carved on the ground one after another, as if some kind of sacrifice is being held.
In the circle surrounded by bones, there was a blood pool filled with blood, which seemed to be boiling and bubbling.
The chains penetrated the monk's chest and penetrated deep into the pool of blood.
The most eye-catching thing is the mummified old monk, holding an ancient book in his hand, the paper is a little yellowed.
Lin Nan's eyes were full of excitement at this time. He recalled the classics he had read when he was in the Buddhist clan, and there were vague records of this scene in them.
The old man also had greed in his eyes, but his eyes were focused on the blood pool.
Luo Ping quickly retreated into the corner after missing a hit, pretending not to participate in the fight.
There was a hint of hostility in the air.
The confrontation between everyone seems to have begun.
Finally, the old man couldn't hold it any longer, rushed to the blood pool, kicked a skeleton away, pulled out the iron chain from the body of the skeleton, and kept pulling.
All the chains shook and made a crisp sound.
But there seemed to be something heavy tied underneath. No matter how hard the old man tried, he couldn't lift the chain at all.
It was as if a signal had been sounded.
Lin Nan followed closely, but his target was the ancient book in the old monk's hand, his eyes radiating hot light.
If this is the incomplete method lost by Buddhism, if you get it yourself, you will definitely be one step ahead of other Buddhist candidates, and your chances of success will be greater.
Wang Ye ignored these two people and was still observing Luo Ping.
Although the old man and this Buddhist guy were equally not simple, Wang Ye felt that Luo Ping was more scheming.
Maybe it was because I almost fell into his hands.
But what surprised Wang Ye was that Luo Ping had no intention of taking any action. He was still hiding on the edge, watching this scene calmly.
Let the two of them take action.
Even looking at his calm look, I couldn't believe that just now he was murderous and wanted to kill me.
The chain was still trembling, and it seemed that with the old man's efforts, it was slightly lifted than before.
Lin Nan, on the other side, passed through the old monk strangely, as if the old monk was just a shadow and not a real existence.
Lin Nan was stunned on the spot, looking at the old monk beside him, and grabbed him again without believing in evil.
The old monk was like an illusion, becoming insubstantial in the air. After Lin Nan's hand left, he returned to his original state.
"Projection?"
Wang Ye watched this scene and kept thinking.
No, it can't be a projection.
Wang Ye could clearly feel that the old monk's mummy existed in front of him.
The weird ability of the Buddha?
Is it similar to the space system?
Is there really no danger here? Wang Ye, who had been guarding the entrance of the passage, became more vigilant when he saw that no matter how hard the old man or Lin Nan tried, nothing strange happened.
If the above is a sure kill, it is to a certain extent covering this so-called basement. He does not believe that there is no back-up plan in the basement.
At this moment, the figure who had been standing quietly moved.
Wang Ye's eyes instantly focused on the figure, and he was a little curious about what this guy pretending to be himself would do.
Under everyone's gaze, the figure walked slowly to the edge of the blood pool and squatted down gently.
Then he made a cut on his wrist with his fingertips.
Strangely, no blood flowed from the wound, as if there was no blood in his body.
The figure stretched its entire arm into the pool of blood and waited silently.
The blood pool calmed down for a moment, and then seemed to boil even more, decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Does this ghost need blood to put its own pieces together?"
Wang Ye's pupils shrank slightly and he kept examining.
Finally, when the blood pool dropped by about a third, the figure took his hand out of the blood pool with satisfaction.
At this time, there was faint blood dripping from the wound on his wrist.
The wound healed at an extremely fast speed, as if nothing had happened.
But the figure's face, expression, and eyes became slightly more vivid.
As the blood pool descends, one word after another can be faintly seen engraved on the edge of the blood pool.
It's just that the handwriting is very old, and its meaning is completely unrecognizable.
But Lin Nan's eyes lit up instantly, and he rushed to the blood pool a little madly. He lay on the ground and looked at the words on it excitedly.
He kept mumbling some awkward words in his mouth.
"Does this guy understand?"
"Perhaps I can save one life to serve as a translator."
"The old man seems to know what's under the blood pool. You can ask him later."
"In that case, Luo Ping has no use value anymore."
Wang Ye kept analyzing the situation, and in Wang Ye's heart, Luo Ping was one step closer to death.
