The coldness that hit him from head to toe didn't disappear for a long time. Mo Fan stood there blankly and didn't come back to his senses for a long time!
"It seems that there are two demon spirits. Otherwise, Miyata would be dead, and we wouldn't be able to see the subsequent memories. Those memories belong to Narahara Sora. [Full text reading]" Ai Jiangtu suddenly realized something , said hurriedly.
Ai Jiangtu's words suddenly awakened Mo Fan. He glanced at Li Kaifeng and asked hurriedly: "By the way, where did you find those old monks?"
"Manying Mountain, that's what the locals call it. Host Xinyu and the others are here. Why don't I understand a word of what you are talking about? What kind of demon?" Li Kaifeng said.
As soon as Li Kaifeng finished speaking, Mo Fan and Ai Jiangtu looked at each other.
The two people immediately read a shocked consensus in each other's eyes, as if something terrible was about to happen!
"Something is going wrong, let's go to Manying Mountain quickly!" Mo Fan raised his voice.
Most likely only Ai Jiangtu could understand this sentence. Ai Jiangtu did not hesitate at all, and directly used teleportation. His figure flashed vaguely, and the next second the person had disappeared. Mo Fan had a vague feeling There are fluctuations in space a few hundred meters away.
"What's going on??" Li Kaifeng became even more confused.
When Nan Jue and Jiang Shaoxu saw the solemn expressions on their faces, they knew that something big had indeed happened.
"Stop asking so many questions, take us to Manying Mountain quickly." Mo Fan urged Li Kaifeng.
"Okay...okay!"
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A few people were too late to catch up with the rest of the team at the same time, so they rushed towards Manying Mountain as quickly as possible.
Manying Mountain is in the other direction of Xixiong City. It is an isolated mountain top with nothing but some rocks on it. Usually no one goes there at all.
After crossing Xixiong City, Mo Fan, who was running wildly in blood beast boots, barely caught up with Li Kaifeng.
Ai Jiangtu should have already gone there, but I don't know if he will be late...
"What's going on?" Jiang Shaoxu couldn't help but ask while running.
Mo Fan glanced at the bare Manying Mountain that was still a kilometer or two away, and then said in a calm voice: "The two of us saw Narahara Sora doing something strange in the illusion."
"What happened??" Jiang Shaoxu asked.
"After Miyata committed suicide in humiliation, Narahara Sora used a carving knife to carve some strange words on some stones. At first Ai Jiangtu and I thought he was just venting his emotions and didn't pay much attention to it. But now that I think about it, It’s completely different!” Mo Fan replied.
"It seems to be nothing. When I heard you talk in your sleep, you said that Miyata was carving stones before he died. Narahara Sora must have loved her, so he did such a move." Jiang Shaoxu said.
"The problem is that the place where the Narahara stone is carved is Mount Manyei, which is also the mountain where almost all the monks of Yanming Temple do their rituals!" Mo Fan said.
After saying this, Jiang Shaoxu, Nan Jue, and Li Kaifeng suddenly woke up and looked at the bare Manying Mountain in horror!
It seemed that Mo Fan's bad suspicion was verified. A bloody light suddenly appeared on Manying Mountain, which was still across an old street. This light was extremely bright and eerie at the same time. It felt like the sun was shining on a person. The blood light reflected in the blood lake makes people feel horrified!
"Something is going to happen to the monks!!" Jiang Shaoxu shouted.
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There are almost no plants on Manying Mountain. At the foot of the mountain is an old neighborhood that is about to be demolished. The construction team has made the place full of dust. There are some broken stones on the mountain, and even weeds are rarely seen.
At this time, dozens of blood-colored stones were suspended on Manying Mountain. They formed a strange and evil cursed blood map, shrouding the mountain.
There were some grooves on the ground, and for some reason bright red blood flowed from the grooves, and the fishy smell suddenly filled the air.
The blood continued to flow along the grooves, paving the cursed blood pattern corresponding to the blood stones in the air. Looking down from a high altitude, it looked like a three-dimensional skull head!
After the blood pictures on the ground were traced under the guidance of the blood stone, they began to fly together and piled up in the center of the entire mountain, forming a standing stone tombstone! !
Except for the side with the words engraved on it, the originally messy strokes turned into lines of mourning text. The dried blood stains were so bright red that it looked as if someone had just written on it with blood! ! !
"What's going on? Why did it suddenly become like this!!" The fat monk in the kitchen screamed, his voice sounding like a frightened woman.
"A ghost is asking for life. It must be a ghost asking for life. I said we should leave the temple as soon as possible. Now we are finished..." The middle-aged monk in charge of the precepts shouted hoarsely.
The other four or five monks still wearing French clothes were so frightened that they sat down on the ground. The sinister wind and the smell of blood assaulted their nostrils. Under their feet was a ghost picture, with a tombstone with blood in the middle. They had never seen such a terrifying sight. Such a scene, even if no monsters or monsters appeared, they could no longer even stand firm.
"It's still here. I've had enough in the past few years..." An old monk sat down on the ground and simply closed his eyes.
They were invited to come here to perform rituals, but they did not realize that this ritual was actually done for themselves. It was themselves who needed to repent and be saved! !
"Nara, Nara, I know what we are doing is wrong. We chant sutras and chants for you and Miyata every day, just hoping that you can reach the state of bliss as soon as possible..." The host Nobuyu knelt down and buried him directly.
Everyone was frightened. They were just a group of ordinary monks. They had never seen the real power of curses and ghosts. They had been frightened all these years, but they never thought that this day would really come. From the beginning, Narahara Sora I have no intention of letting these executioners go!
"Pretend to be a ghost, pretend to be a ghost, Narahara Sora, you shameless thing, actually pretend to be a ghost. At first, we all thought that you, the person who insulted the temple, was dead, and everything was over. I didn't expect that you would pretend to be dead and still do this. Something is here to scare us, Narahara Sora, come out if you can, I’m not afraid of you!!” Monk Qihai pointed at the tombstone with blood on it and yelled crazily.
"Nanami, please admit it quickly, maybe he will bypass us..." the old monk said with his eyes closed.
"What are you admitting? I didn't do anything. It was obviously Narahara Sora, the bastard, who had an affair with that little bitch...ahhh!!!!!!"
Before Qihai finished speaking, her whole body was thrown away by some kind of force, and her body slammed into those blood-lettered stone tablets...
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