Li Yanchu's face was expressionless, but he was constantly thinking in his heart.
Is this weird portrait similar to a curse that kills people?
When a person's portrait appears, he is selected for the next process, which is the lottery of life and death.
But if you don't follow his rules, will you kill someone directly?
And the way is extremely strange.
Although he had heard Zhang Wei's description of this mysterious Taoist temple before he came in,
But after seeing this weird way of killing with his own eyes, Li Yanchu still frowned.
Zhang Wei's narrative does not mention that people will be absorbed by the ground after death or when they bleed.
Was it because Zhang Wei’s information was incomplete, or was it that the Taoist temple at that time did not have such evil abilities?
He had a vague guess, leaning more towards the latter. The danger level of this Taoist temple should have escalated.
The magic weapon of the demon monk was also a good thing, but it only resisted for a moment and was killed.
After he was killed, Li Yanchu vaguely felt that the sound of chanting in the Taoist temple seemed louder and clearer.
It seems that there is something wrong not only with this weird portrait of a dragon-headed bird-body god, but also with the entire Taoist temple!
This recitation of the Sutra to Save People is a little weird, but people can't tell what's wrong with it. It just makes people feel irritated and uncomfortable.
And as the sound of chanting continued to get louder, Li Yanchu felt that his control over his body seemed to be weakening.
This is a subtle influence, but it is very direct.
This chanting sound is transmitted directly into your mind and into your soul.
Strictly speaking, this level does not constitute an attack, so Li Yanchu just felt it.
The powerful defensive weapon such as the Qingxin Jade Pendant and the Taoist Talisman were not released to resist.
He had just tried the Qi Watching Technique, the Spiritual Wood Technique, and the range of Yuan Shen's perception.
These things are suppressed in this Taoist temple.
It feels like entering a quagmire, or like being in a thick fog, unable to feel or see clearly...
At this time, the middle-aged Feng Shui master walked out of the back hall with the beautiful mature woman, his face expressionless.
"What's in the back hall?"
The Jianghu guest who had been staying in the corner shouted,
The atmosphere of silence was finally broken.
The middle-aged Feng Shui gentleman smiled slightly: "There's nothing there. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself."
The room fell silent again.
This place is full of murderous intent, and if you are not careful, you will die.
It has greatly affected everyone’s desire to explore.
The charlatan stopped talking, and stared coldly at the middle-aged Feng Shui gentleman with his sharp eyes.
Li Yanchu glanced at this Feng Shui master and said,
I found that although the other party was talking just now, the expression on his face was stiff and numb.
There is an inexplicable strange feeling,
I don’t know if it was originally like this, but it manifested itself at this time,
Or maybe it was caused by something that happened just after we entered.
There was a sense of solemnity and solemnity in the air.
clang! clang! clang!
The bell rang again, this time more clearly than the last time. The dragon-headed bird-body god in the portrait disappeared, turning into a big man with cold eyebrows.
It was that Jianghu guest!
The charlatan wearing a bamboo hat showed no expression, but rushed to the futon at an extremely fast speed and sat down, as if he had been prepared for it.
On the scroll, the image of the charlatan was slightly distorted, like water waves, and then disappeared.
"There's something wrong with this futon!" Mr. Feng Shui's eyes flashed with light, and he looked at the beautiful woman. Each of them took a futon and put it in their hands, and then looked around vigilantly.
Li Yanchu still stood there without making any movement.
Zhang Wei also stood beside him, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.
Li Yanchu believed that the problems in this place would never be solved so easily.
Just when Li Yan was thinking about it, the ringing in his ears became louder without realizing it.
The burly young man who was disturbed by the portrait gradually calmed down, grabbed a futon, and held it firmly in his hand.
At this time, there was only one futon left.
Li Yanchu still made no move.
Zhang Wei was a little moved.
But in the end, he gritted his teeth and stood beside Li Yanchu instead of grabbing the futon.
The unusual behavior of the two of them made Mr. Feng Shui unable to help but think.
The futon in my hand that was used to save my life seemed to no longer smell good at this moment.
Is there something wrong with this futon?
He looked through the futon and found nothing.
Then, he exchanged glances with the beautiful woman next to him and gradually leaned towards the corner.
No matter what, the futon just blocked the strange murderous curse of the portrait, save your life first!
A handsome scholar with red lips and white teeth walked in from the door, wearing a moon-white gown.
This young man is extremely beautiful. If he were to put on women's clothes, he would definitely be a beautiful woman.
At this moment, the bell rang.
A portrait of a person appears on the strange scroll again.
It's the Feng Shui master with a copper bell hanging around his waist!
The beautiful woman looked at him subconsciously, but Mr. Feng Shui acted calmly.
He imitated the charlatan wearing a bamboo hat and sat directly on the futon.
Sure enough, his portrait also disappeared like water waves and turned into a dragon-headed and bird-body statue again.
Mr. Feng Shui relaxed a little.
Until now, Li Yanchu had not seen the life and death lot.
I don’t know if it’s because the Taoyuan Mountain Cave Heaven has changed now, or because these people have chosen to use futons to resist the strange power.
Mr. Feng Shui temporarily escaped the crisis, but the face of the charlatan suddenly changed!
There was a sharp pain in his butt and legs. He stood up suddenly, only to find that the futon was completely connected to his skin at some point!
Jiang Hu Ke pulled the futon hard, but bright red blood vessels gushed out from the futon, and it fit perfectly with his butt!
The blood in his body was constantly being absorbed by the futon, and even with his great strength, he couldn't break free!
On the contrary, because the blood was constantly being sucked out, his breath gradually became sluggish and his face turned pale!
This charlatan was also a decisive person. He directly pulled out a knife from his waist, and with his backhand cut off half of his butt and a piece of skin on his legs along with the futon!
His hands were so cruel that you could even see his thick white bones, which made people shudder!
The blood kept dripping from the Jianghu guest's buttocks, and was absorbed by the ground when it fell.
"Damn it, what the hell is this?" Jianghu Ke shouted angrily!
As he finished speaking, the piece of flesh and blood stuck to the futon, which was quickly sucked out of blood, then quickly dried up, and finally turned into a wisp of fly ash, floating between the sky and the earth.
Those hideous and ugly blood vessels retracted into the futon again, as if nothing had happened...
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