Chapter 1639 Awakening

"Rag doll..."

No one expected that the rag doll in the hint was actually hiding next to them, the so-called special patient.

And it seemed that the monster was looking for it.

"Act..., give it to me..."

Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie shuddered at the same time. They vaguely heard a strange sound, and they subconsciously looked towards the door.

But strangely, the sound did not come from the door. The sound was very light and very close, especially close.

Tang Qisheng grabbed the enamel cup on the bedside as a weapon and began to search the room, under the bed, in the closet, behind the curtains... He searched all the places where people could hide, even though he had done so as soon as he entered the ward.

Just when Tang Qisheng lowered a corner of the curtain, he suddenly heard Zhu Jie's short exclamation. Turning around, Zhu Jie had already jumped away from the bed, looking at the position of the bed with a horrified face.

The mobile phone was thrown on the bed, the screen facing up, and the picture was still frozen at that moment.

The next second, Tang Qisheng's breathing stagnated. He saw the screen of his mobile phone begin to flash, and the picture trembled frame by frame, as if an invisible hand was constantly dragging the progress bar.

"Eyes... give me... I want eyes!"

Countless resentful voices mixed together, coming out vaguely from the mobile phone, the voices of the children who sewed the monster.

...

Zhijie Temple.

It was late at night, and Jiang Cheng and Fatty woke up not long ago. This time there was no panic, everything was the same as before.

Jiang Cheng's left hand began to deteriorate because it had not been treated for a long time. It was swollen all over and looked very painful.

"Doctor, your hand..."

"It's okay." Jiang Cheng picked up the package on the table with one hand and threw it to Fatty, "There are dry food in it, eat it quickly, and then we will do business."

Two sewing needles were found in the room, and the needle tips were repeatedly roasted on the candlelight, and then the red and swollen part of the wrist was pricked to squeeze out some of the dirty blood inside.

Although Jiang Cheng's face didn't show much expression, Fatty knew it must be painful. After Jiang Cheng finished all this and bandaged his hand with cloth again, Fatty immediately handed him a piece of dry food.

After a simple meal, the two carefully extinguished the candle, closed the door, left the room, and hurried to the west wing with light footsteps.

This was agreed with Ye Qiutang and Song Tianming early in the morning. The two groups met in the west wing. After all, there were only two people on Jiang Cheng's side. When they hurried, they were small targets and not easy to be noticed by the monks in the temple.

Of course, there was a more important point. There was a second-generation deep red hidden in Ye Qiutang's team. Jiang Cheng was worried that the other party would do something on the road.

Before they entered the yard, the two were discovered. A man jumped down from a crooked tree not far from the gate of the yard, "Hurry up, I'm waiting for you. Something happened." The man with a sword on his waist lowered his voice, turned around and led the way.

When they came to the west wing, there was no light inside, but they could barely see the situation inside the house with the dim light outside.

Ye Qiutang and Song Tianming sat together, looking very unhappy. Seeing Jiang Cheng and the other two coming, they stood up immediately, "Jiang Xiaoyou, you are finally here. If we hadn't agreed before, we would have gone to find you."

Realizing that the atmosphere was not right, Jiang Cheng looked around and suddenly frowned, "I remember you brought a little boy with you. Where is he?"

The plain-dressed old woman didn't know whether she was afraid or had a deep affection for the little boy. She actually wiped her tears and cried, "I'm glad he went out to the toilet. He is timid and must not dare to go far, but who knows..."

"Have you looked everywhere?" Jiang Cheng looked directly at Song Tianming. In his opinion, this old man was the most reliable.

Song Tianming nodded, "We looked everywhere, but didn't find anyone, but we found traces of going to the toilet by the backyard wall."

"Also, General Zhao is good at fighting. He found traces of trampling and broken branches on the trees near the courtyard wall nearby." Song Tianming added.

From this point of view, the current situation is very clear. The child was abducted by the monks of Zhijie Temple.

"These flower monks are really weird. They abducted a living person at such a close distance, and I didn't notice it at all." Zhao Dutong, holding a knife, couldn't understand it.

"This temple is very weird. Everything can't be guessed by common sense." Jiang Cheng comforted him in a formal manner, but he had another idea in his mind. If the child was not abducted, he was the second generation of Shenhong who was hiding. He left at this moment because of his own plan, just like the woman who died before.

At this moment, Song Tianming noticed the injury on Jiang Cheng's hand and took out a cloth bag from his arms. There were rows of silver needles of different sizes in the cloth bag. After using the silver needles to drain the blood from the wrist, he helped to restore the dislocated bones. "It's better to do this first. Don't use force." Song Tianming reminded.

After thanking him, Jiang Cheng was about to discuss with Song Tianming what to do tonight, when he suddenly saw Zhao Dutong raised his hand and made a gesture to keep quiet.

A few seconds later, there was a very slight sound outside, like the wind blowing the leaves.

"Rustle, rustle..."

"Someone." Zhao Dutong made a mouth shape to everyone, and then slowly drew his sword.

He signaled everyone not to move, and one person approached the rear window quietly, pushed it open, and flipped out.

About half a minute later, there was a sudden exclamation outside, but it only lasted less than a second and stopped suddenly.

Everyone in the room was surprised, because the voice just now... was a woman.

Soon, the door was pushed open, and a staggering woman was pushed in first. The woman was wearing monk's clothes, her hands were tied in front of her, and a piece of cloth was stuffed in her mouth.

After seeing the woman's face clearly, everyone present was shocked, "Hui Qing!" The fat man never thought that it was Monk Hui Qing.

Jiang Cheng walked up and took a closer look. Hui Qing kept shaking her head and stared at Jiang Cheng with a very anxious look.

After taking out the cloth from Huiqing's mouth, Huiqing's urgent voice immediately sounded, "Dear...dear donors, I'm here to report the news. The little donor who came with you was kidnapped by the monks in the temple. They said they wanted to kill him. Go and save him!"

"Heh." Song Tianming sneered, "Master Huiqing, if I remember correctly, you are in the same group with those evil monks. Why are you tipping us off now?"

Hearing this, Huiqing's eyes immediately turned red, with a complex expression of humiliation and resentment on her face, "I...I don't know what happened to me. I actually...actually did that kind of thing, but just now, I suddenly woke up when I was reading the Buddhist scriptures. You may not believe it, but I...I actually heard the voice of Master Fu Ji. His words completely woke me up, and he asked me to come to you!"

After saying this, Huiqing seemed a little guilty, biting her lips with a complicated expression, "I know you definitely don't believe me. Master Fu Ji has been in seclusion. How could he come to me, but what I said is true, please believe me!"