Nanami spread her limbs and hung them on the terrifying tombstone. The appearance of this unknown power made Nanami realize that all this was not just pretending...
"Ah! Ah!!!"
Suddenly, Monk Nanhai screamed again, as if his eyes were pierced by the sharp claws of an evil spirit. A hole appeared in Monk Nanhai's eye socket, and blood poured out of his eyes, covering the entire right side of his face!
When the monks saw that Qihai had lost an eye inexplicably, they were so frightened that they trembled. 【Read full text】
But it was useless to shake the rope. One after another, screams came from the mouths of these monks. Their wailing almost reached the bottom of the mountain, which made everyone's hair stand on end.
The monks covered their right eyes, and blood overflowed from between their fingers. Starting from Nanami who was hanging there, the monks had their right eyes poked out one after another, including the old monk who had already accepted the sanction. He was The only one who was not wailing, his face was pale, and he was sitting there in the cross-legged position enduring the pain, while the other monks were already rolling on the ground, their bodies covered in blood!
"What's the use of keeping a right eye that can't tell right from wrong?" A cold voice floated down from the sky and reached everyone's ears.
The monks cowered in fear, and some even kowtowed and begged for mercy. They all heard it. This was the voice of Narahara Sora. Narahara Sora was obviously dead, but everyone heard his voice. Isn't this the evil ghost asking for his life? , He is here for revenge, he must be here for revenge!
"There is no point keeping a right ear that only hears rumors and cannot hear the truth." Narahara Sora's ghostly voice sounded again.
These words caused all the monks' right ears to twitch, and even though nothing had happened, they felt the severe stinging pain in their eyes happening again in their right ears!
"ah!!!!"
Sure enough, starting from the monk Nanhai who was hung on the tombstone, his bloody right ear was torn off. The sound made all the monks feel like they had fallen into the Abi Hell.
One after another, all the monks of Yanming Temple, including the abbot Xinyu, had their right ears pulled off. The pain in their right eyes had not been relieved even half a minute, and unbearable pain was coming from their right ears. At this moment They even hoped that Narahara Sora would just take their lives and not torture them like this.
"There's no point keeping a hand that only knows how to add insult to injury but doesn't know how to help!" Narahara Sora's voice had completely turned into pain.
Having already been punished twice, once they knew what would happen next, their fear and despair turned into incoherent cries and begging for mercy. They did not want to endure it a third time. They were already using everything they had. I regret it! !
"Please, Yuan... Yuankong... everything is our fault, stop torturing... torturing everyone like this." The old monk was sweating profusely. He had amazing willpower and was the only monk who could speak somewhat normally.
The other monks were already rolling on the floor, crying for their father and mother, especially Nanami who was hanging on the tombstone. At this moment, pain and fear were mixed together, and she had become incontinent.
"Repentance can't buy you a fresh life!" A cold voice came out.
The old monk felt that the voice was near him. He slowly raised his head and vaguely saw a man wearing black monk robes standing in front of him with his left eye.
The old monk was shocked, because what he saw was Narahara Sora! !
Is it possible that I can see ghosts only if I lose my right eye? ?
Narahara walked slowly towards the tombstone. He stood in front of Nanami with a strange smile.
On the tombstone plate, there are two red demons. They look exactly like the evil demons in Buddhist scriptures and ancient scrolls that punish the world. They have horns on their foreheads, red faces and fangs, their hands are half hooked into claws, and their feet have iron rings!
It was these two demons who were punishing them. At this moment, one of the demons was holding down Nanami's body, and the other demon had grabbed Nanami's right arm, obviously trying to break his arm alive! !
"Stop!! Narahara Sora."
Just when the old monk was at a loss, an iron-like voice came from another place.
The old monk had a slight impression of this voice, and he seemed to be one of those young people staying overnight!
Narahara Sora slowly turned around, staring at Ai Jiangtu with those strange gray-black eyes.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiled coldly at Ai Jiangtu and said, "You want to meddle in other people's business... Oh, I forgot that you don't understand Japanese."
"Originally, the matter between you and Miyata is very sympathetic, but your act of using a vessel to steal other people's souls and cultivate them into evil spirits, and then curse them for revenge, is even more hateful!" Ai Jiangtu faced the cursed blood map. Nei said.
"If you want to stop me, just go ahead. Unfortunately, you can't see me at all..." Narahara said disdainfully.
Ai Jiangtu's heart sank. Narahara Sora was right. He actually couldn't see Narahara Sora at all. He could only judge the general location of Narahara Sora from the miserable condition of these monks and the sounds floating down.
"you give me……"
"ah!!!!!"
Before Ai Jiangtu finished speaking, he heard monk Qihai's miserable scream.
Blood fell in sheets, and Nanami's right hand was torn off directly. He screamed until his throat could no longer make a sound. His body was twitching wildly, and all the veins in his body were about to burst out!
"Bastard!!" Ai Jiangtu was furious, and an invisible force suddenly released from his body, causing everything around him to retreat.
His thoughts filled the surroundings, and objects touched by his angry thoughts even turned into pieces.
This Narahara Sora is more ruthless than imagined!
"Narahara Sora, Narahara Sora!!!"
At the mountain path, Mo Fan's shout came from behind Ai Jiangtu. Ai Jiangtu looked back and saw that Mo Fan was running from the mountain path with blood-colored boots. His whole body was like a rampaging beast, with smoke and dust. Roll on!
Mo Fan rushed to the edge of the Cursed Blood Map, and he immediately saw Narahara Sora in the Cursed Blood Map, wearing a monk's robe that was different from that day!
"Narahara Sora, I didn't expect you to be such a monk!"
"When I first chatted with you, I thought you were an upright bald donkey with your own bottom line. Who would have thought that you would be so heartless and crazy, using utensils to maintain a memory where you thought the whole world would pity you, and you would You have turned yourself into this evil spirit that is neither human nor ghost. When someone else, Miyata, died, you still didn’t let her go and drove her soul to harm others. You are shameless, vicious, dirty, selfish, cruel, and despicable. Monk, hurry up and go to hell, you will never be freed forever!" Mo Fan was already full of anger, pointed at Narahara Sora and cursed out in one breath.
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