Looking at the roaring crowd in front of me, I understood immediately.
This is the missing person Liang Hai mentioned.
They didn't disappear, they died and were detained here!
It wasn't until I saw the Taoist priest wearing a yellow robe that those uneasy emotions began to become stronger.
The person who can wear this kind of clothes must be at least one of the eight great sutra masters.
In layman's terms, this person has practiced Taoism for at least several decades and is familiar with the scriptures and mantras to his core, otherwise he would not be able to pass the test.
Such a strong person has now become a masterless soul here.
It seems that these guys are more dangerous than I thought.
At this time, I had been dragged to a high platform. This place was square and looked like a ring.
I looked up and saw that there were several tables facing the ring, but they were covered with a layer of red cloth, so the contents inside couldn't be seen clearly.
Good guy, this shouldn't be an execution ground, right?
The night is getting dark and the mist is thick.
I was tied up with red silk and made into a rice dumpling, and then I was put on the execution ground.
Zhang Ertu sat tall on the wooden pillar next to him, holding the wine jar in one hand and the ghost head knife in the other.
"Bang!"
At this moment, another figure suddenly knelt beside me.
I tilted my head and saw that this man was young, probably around twenty years old. He was wearing a blue-gray monk's robe.
Judging from his clothes, this person's status is much lower.
When he was kneeling on the ground, he was crying with snot and tears all over his body. The big snot dripped to his mouth and he didn't know how to pull it back. It was so miserable.
I tilted my head and looked at him and said softly: "Hey, hey, buddy."
I shouted several times before he turned his head.
I pointed at Zhang Ertu next to me with my eyes: "Were you also captured by him?"
He followed my eyes and his whole body seemed to be conducting electricity: "Oh my God!"
After a miserable howl, he was already lying on the ground, unable to get up.
Why.
I don't need to ask him more.
I looked around and saw that there were many people watching in the audience, but there was only one Zhang Ertu on the execution ground.
The situation seems to be that bad.
I knelt on the ground and moved towards him like a crab: "Don't cry yet, maybe we won't die."
"You can't die yet? You're almost fucking dead!"
"When I entered Taoism, I wanted to slay demons. Who the hell would have thought of letting ghosts slay me?"
…
This guy was very talkative, and he kept talking to himself for a long time, regardless of whether I answered or not.
While Zhang Ertu wasn't paying attention, I bumped into him again: "Why are you howling? You are crying to death right now. He won't waste any time killing you!"
These words had some effect, at least they made him get rid of the snot from his nose.
I leaned close to his ear and asked softly: "How long have you been here?"
"Three days, after today it will be the fourth day!"
"Huh? Didn't you say you won't survive until midnight?"
"How did I know? Isn't it good to live one more day?"
Seeing that he became agitated again, I quickly stopped: "Then tell me, what did you find out here?"
"This is a group of evil ghosts who occupy the chassis and won't leave. They are bandits inside the ghosts!"
This is too vague and has nothing useful at all.
"clang!"
Suddenly, the gong hanging on the execution ground was struck.
I don't know what this means, but it's definitely not a good thing.
I couldn't help but speak faster: "As long as you listen to me, you can live."
"How to do it?"
"In a while, you can find a way to get some blood on your body, rub it on me, and I can let you live."
This is indeed my trump card. As long as I touch other people's blood, I can immediately mobilize the gang energy in my body.
However, he just smiled disdainfully at my very reliable suggestion.
"Blood on the tip of the tongue? Isn't that too childish? My master set up the exorcism array and ordered the thirty-six star kings to be killed."
He looked up to the sky and sighed: "That's it for this life. Let's start again in the next life."
"Don't worry about it." He suddenly began to comfort me: "You don't even have a Taoist robe, so you are probably still an outer disciple, right?"
Good guy.
I never expected that he would actually start to pity me.
"Do you think, I, I can't do anything?"
The little Taoist priest pursed his lips and said, "If you can think of using blood from the tip of your tongue to ward off evil spirits, your Taoism is too shallow."
I nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I am indeed quite shallow."
"Then do you want to take a gamble? What if I get really lucky?"
