Chapter 1609 True or False.

After a brief panic, Jiang Cheng quickly calmed down. Since entering this building, although he could not see with his eyes, the fat man never left his side. He always held the fat man's arm with his hand. In this case, the fat man could not be replaced, so the abbot was lying!

This abbot is a ghost! He said so much just to confuse him and keep him forever!

After realizing this, Jiang Cheng stopped answering the abbot and rushed back with the fat man. To his slight surprise, the door was directly knocked open and they escaped easily.

"Donor, don't be blinded by illusions. Go back quickly. When the real and the fake meet, you will know that what I said is true!"

Ignoring the voice behind him, Jiang Cheng dragged the fat man and ran all the way. At this time, the fat man's lips trembled, and his face was scared purple. "Ghost! The abbot is a ghost! Didn't you see it? It...it is lying on top of our heads, confirming our position based on your voice, doctor!"

"What does it look like?" Jiang Cheng couldn't open his eyes completely at this moment. Everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

"The ghost's face was all rotten, just like...and that Guan Erye ghost." The fat man recalled while running, "The whole body was torn. By the way, I didn't see it clearly, but it seemed to be wearing a cassock."

"Cassock..."

Jiang Cheng was getting more and more confused about the other party's way of coming. The temple in front of him was still gray, as if it was covered with a layer of cold light. At a fork in the road, the two slowed down their pace.

"Where are we going?" The fat man was out of breath, not knowing whether he was scared or running, and his face became more and more ugly.

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, "Let's go back first."

"Are we not looking for Monk Huicong?" The fat man said anxiously, "We have already torn our faces with those flower monks tonight. If we don't find anything, forget it. There will be no such good opportunity in the future."

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, but he covered it up the next second. He pretended to ask casually, "That makes sense, what do you mean?"

The fat man blurted out without thinking, "It's been so long, it's not easy to find Monk Huicong again. We can go back to the Merit Hall to look for it first. If there is no clue, we can look for those who ran away. They may have clues."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Cheng's heart was immediately chilled. He knew the fat man's character. He was not very smart, but he was very obedient. Especially after experiencing the crisis just now, he would never object to his proposal to go back temporarily, let alone return to a dangerous place like Merit Hall.

So... there is something wrong with the fat man beside him!

Although I don't know how he did it, there is definitely something wrong with the fat man!

Recalling the last few words the abbot said, Jiang Cheng forced himself not to let the cold sweat on his forehead stay.

"Who?"

Jiang Cheng suddenly looked at the darkness in front of him. There was a small forest there. Against the backdrop of the night, there were shadows in the forest, as if something was hidden.

The fat man was frightened and shrank his neck, "Who? Doctor, what did you see?"

"It seems that a figure flashed by just now. I think it looks like Huicong." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and pretended to be very cautious. "I will go around from the left, and you go around from the right. Try to catch him."

"Huicong? No way, he has run away for so long. Who would hide here and wait for us to find him?" The fat man looked at the forest with some doubts.

"It's dark under the lamp."

After saying this, Jiang Cheng gently pushed the fat man, then turned around and went around from the other side of the wall.

When Jiang Cheng heard the fat man's footsteps gradually moving away, he immediately changed direction. He walked gently at first, and then ran after walking a few dozen meters. Although he couldn't remember the road completely, he knew the general direction and ran all the way to his room.

A moment later, the thing that worried him the most happened.

"Trampling."

"Trampling."

"Trampling."

...

A strange dull sound came from behind. If Jiang Cheng had to describe it, it was like the sound of a pool of rotten meat hitting the ground.

The footsteps were not fast, at least much slower than Jiang Cheng's pace, but the speed was not slow at all, and was gradually approaching him.

"Doctor, I went to look for him, but I didn't see Huicong."

"Doctor, why are you running?"

"Don't run, wait for me, wait for me, I'm scared!"

"Hehehe..."

"Doctor, don't run, I'm Wang Fugui, don't you recognize me? Hehehe... I'm going to catch up with you!"

The last sentence made Jiang Cheng's hair stand up. The voice kept changing, and became more and more distorted and sharp, from the fat man's voice to the woman's resentful voice.

Jiang Cheng instinctively felt that he had heard this voice somewhere before, but now he was so focused on escaping that he had no time to think about it.

The voice, combined with the "tap tap tap" footsteps, stuck to him like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the voice was sometimes left and sometimes right. Jiang Cheng had no idea what posture the other party was using to chase him.

Finally, he saw the yard in front of him, which was where he and the fat man lived. He rushed into the yard like crazy, and the light was on in the room in front of him.

He extinguished the candle before leaving.

What was even more bizarre was that at this moment, a shadow was reflected on the window paper, and the shadow was motionless.

Although he knew that rushing in might not be a good choice, Jiang Cheng had no choice now, and the footsteps behind him had already reached the gate of the courtyard.

Jiang Cheng kept on pushing the door open. The next second, the shadow on the window jumped up.

Looking at the frightened fat man in the room, Jiang Cheng rushed in without saying anything and closed the wooden door tightly. He seemed to be worried that it was not safe enough, so he moved a table to block the door.

After a long while, the frightened fat man came to his senses and asked tremblingly: "Are you...are you a doctor or a ghost?"

It was inevitable that the fat man misunderstood. Jiang Cheng looked quite miserable at the moment. Because he was in a panic, his body and face were scratched by branches, leaving blood marks. The most terrifying thing was his hand. Jiang Cheng's right hand was covered with blood.

"Quiet!"

Jiang Cheng leaned against the side of the door and listened quietly to the movement outside.

It was very quiet outside. The hurried footsteps disappeared the moment he closed the door.

Jiang Cheng leaned over and looked out through the crack of the door. It was gray outside and everything seemed to be still. He moved inch by inch in his limited field of vision until he stopped at a place behind a tree in the yard.

Jiang Cheng turned around and pointed at the candle to the fat man. The next second, the fat man understood and tiptoed over to blow out the candle.

When he looked outside again, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but take a breath. He saw half of a woman's body exposed behind the tree. The woman was clinging to the tree at this moment, looking at him in a very strange posture.

It was that maid...