Chapter 770: The Monk Is Going to Have an Accident

The coldness from head to toe didn't disappear after a long time, Mo Fan stood there blankly, he 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 would not be able to see the memories behind. Those memories belong to Narahara Sora." Ai Jiangtu suddenly realized something, and said hastily.

Mo Fan was awakened by Ai Jiangtu's words. He glanced at Li Kaifeng and hurriedly asked, "By the way, where did you find those old monks?"

"Man Yingshan, that's what the locals call it. The host Xinyu and the others are all there. I don't understand a word of what you are talking about. What kind of demon spirit?" Li Kaifeng said.

As soon as Li Kaifeng finished speaking, Mo Fan and Ai Jiangtu looked at each other.

The two immediately read a shocking consensus from each other's eyes, as if something terrible was about to happen!

"The big thing is not good, let's go to Manying Mountain!" Mo Fan raised his voice.

Most of these words can only be understood by Ai Jiangtu, and Ai Jiangtu did not hesitate at all, and directly used teleportation, only to see his figure flashed indistinctly, and the person disappeared in the next second, Mo Fan vaguely felt There are spatial fluctuations to hundreds of meters away.

"What's going on??" Li Kaifeng became even more confused.

Nan Jue and Jiang Shaoxu knew that something important had indeed happened when they saw the serious expressions on their faces.

"Don't ask so many questions, take us to Manying Mountain." Mo Fan urged Li Kaifeng.

"Okay... okay!"

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It was too late for the others in the team at the same time, and they rushed towards Manying Mountain at the fastest speed.

Manying Mountain is in the other direction of Xixiong City. There is an isolated mountain top with nothing on it except some stones. Normally, no one would go there at all.

Crossing Xixiong City, Mo Fan, who was running wildly wearing blood beast boots, barely caught up with Li Kaifeng.

Ai Jiangtu should have gone there, but I don't know if he will have time...

"What's going on?" Jiang Shaoxu couldn't help asking while running.

Mo Fan glanced at the bare Manying Mountain, which was still one or two kilometers away,

Then he said in a calm voice: "The two of us saw Narahara Sora doing a strange thing in the illusion."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Shaoxu asked.

"After Miyata humiliated and committed suicide, Narahara 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 care too much. But now thinking about it It's not the same thing at all!" Mo Fan replied.

"It seems to be nothing. I heard you talking in your dreams that Miyata was also carving stones before she died. Narahara Sora must love her, so she made such a move." Jiang Shaoxu said.

"The problem is that the place where Naraharaku carved stones is Manying Mountain, which is the mountain where almost all the monks of Yan Ming Temple practice ceremonies!" Mo Fan said.

Having said that, Jiang Shaoxu, Nan Jue, and Li Kaifeng also came to their senses all of a sudden, and stared at the bare Manying Mountain in horror!

It seems to have verified Mo Fan's bad conjecture. There was a bloody light suddenly appearing on Manying Mountain, which was still separated by a section of the old street. The blood light reflected in the blood lake made people feel horrified!

"The monks are going to have an accident!!" Jiang Shaoxu called out.

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There are hardly any plants on Manying Mountain. Below the mountain is an old block that is about to be demolished. The construction team has made the place full of dust, and there are some broken stones on the mountain, and weeds are rarely seen.

At this time, dozens of blood-colored stones were floating above Manying Mountain. They formed a strange and evil cursed blood map, covering the mountain.

There were some grooves on the ground, and bright red blood flowed out of the grooves for some reason, and the fishy smell permeated all of a sudden.

The blood continued to flow along the grooves, forming a cursed blood map corresponding to the bloodstones in the air. Looking down from a high altitude, it looks like a three-dimensional skull head!

After the blood map on the ground was drawn under the guidance of the blood stone, they began to fly together and piled up in the center of the whole mountain, forming a standing stone tombstone! !

Except for the side where the words were engraved, the originally messy strokes turned into a line of mourning. The blood stains that were clearly killed were extremely bright red, as if someone had just carved it with blood! ! !

"What's wrong, why did it suddenly become like this!!" The fat monk Houchu screamed, his voice was like a frightened woman.

"Ghosts are taking lives, it must be ghosts taking lives, I said we should leave the temple as soon as possible, now we are finished..." the middle-aged monk in charge of discipline shouted hoarsely.

The other four or five monks who were still wearing French dresses were so frightened that they sat down on the ground, the wind and the smell of blood smelt their nostrils, there was a picture of ghosts under their feet, and there was a blood-lettered tombstone in the middle. They had never seen such a terrifying Even if no monsters or ghosts appeared, they couldn't even stand still.

"It's still here, I've had enough these past few years..." An old monk moved to the ground and 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, and those who need to repent and be saved are themselves! !

"Nara, Nara, I know what we did wrong. We chant sutras and Buddha for you and Miyata every day, just to hope that you can reach the blissful state as soon as possible..." The host Xinyu knelt down and buried him directly.

Everyone was terrified. They were just a group of ordinary monks. They had never seen the real power of curses and ghosts. They had been terrified all these years, but they never thought that this day would really come. There is no plan to let these executioners go!

"Pretending to be a ghost, pretending to be a ghost, Narahara Sora, you shameless thing, you actually pretended to be a ghost. We all thought that you, the person who insulted the temple, was dead, and everything was over. I didn't expect you to pretend to be dead and do this. Something is here to scare us, Narahara Sora, come out if you have the ability, I am not afraid of you!!" Monk Qihai pointed at the scarred tombstone and yelled frantically.

"Qihai, admit it quickly, maybe he will bypass us..." said the old monk with closed eyes.

"Admit what, I didn't do anything, it's obvious that Narahara Sora bastard had an affair with that little bitch... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Before Qi Hai finished speaking, she was sent flying by some kind of force, and her body slammed into those blood-lettered steles... For mobile phone users, please visit the mobile website