Chapter 771 You Are This Kind of Monk

Qihai opened her limbs and hung on the horrific tombstone. The appearance of this unknown power made Qihai realize that all this was not just pretending to be a ghost...

"Ah! Ah!!!"

Suddenly, Monk Qihai yelled again, as if his eyes had been pierced by an evil ghost's sharp claws, a hole appeared in Monk Qihai's eye socket, and blood gushed out from his eyes, flowing all over the right side of his face!

When the monks saw that Qi Hai lost an eye inexplicably, they were so frightened that they trembled all over.

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, and it was horrifying to hear.

The monks covered their right eyes, and blood overflowed from between their fingers. Starting from Qihai who was hung there, the monks were poked blind in their right eyes, including the old monk who had accepted the sanction. The only one who didn't howl, his face was pale, and he was sitting cross-legged in pain, while the other monks were already rolling on the ground, covered in blood!

"What's the use of keeping the right eye that can't tell right from wrong?" A cold voice floated down from the sky and reached everyone's ears.

The monks curled up in fright, and some of them even kowtowed and begged for mercy. They all recognized that this was the voice of Narahara Sora. Narahara Sora was obviously dead, but everyone heard his voice. Isn’t this a ghost asking for his life? , he came for revenge, he must have come for revenge!

"The right ear that only listens to gossip, but cannot hear the truth, it is meaningless to keep it." Narahara Sora's ghostly voice sounded again.

Hearing this sentence, all the monks had a spasm in their right ears, and they felt that the severe stinging pain in their eyes had happened in their right ears even before anything happened!

"ah!!!!"

Sure enough, it started with the monk Qihai who was hung on the tombstone again, and his bloody right ear was ripped off. Hearing the sound, all the monks felt as if they had fallen into the hell of Abi.

One after another, all the monks of Yanming Temple, including the presiding officer Xinyu, had their right ears pulled off. They even hoped that Narahara Sora would take their lives directly and not torture them like this.

"I only know how to add insult to injury, but don't know how to help, so it's meaningless to keep it!" Narahara Sora's voice had completely turned into pain.

They have already been punished twice, once they knew what would happen next, their fear and despair turned into incoherent cries and begging for mercy.

They don't want to bear it for the third time, they are already exhausting all their regrets! !

"Please, Yuan... Yuan Kong... everything is our fault, don't torture... torture everyone like this." The old monk was sweating profusely, his willpower was amazing, and he was the only monk who could speak a little bit normally.

The other monks had already rolled all over the floor, crying for their father and mother, especially Qi Hai who was hung on the tombstone. At this moment, the pain and fear were mixed together, and he was already incontinent.

"Repentance can't bring back a fresh life!" The cold voice came out.

The old monk felt that the voice was near him, he raised his head slowly, and with his left eye, he vaguely saw a man in black monk robe standing in front of him.

The old monk was shocked, because what he saw was Narahara Sora! !

Could it be possible to see ghosts only after losing the right eye? ?

Narahara Sora walked slowly towards the tombstone. He stood in front of Qihai with a strange smile.

On the tombstone plate, there are two red ghosts. They look exactly like the evil ghosts who punish the world in Buddhist scriptures and ancient scrolls. They have horns on their foreheads, red-faced fangs, half hooked hands into claws, and iron rings on their feet!

It was these two ghosts who were punishing them. At this moment, one of them was holding Qi Hai's body, and the other ghost had already grabbed Qi Hai's right arm, apparently wanting to break his arm! !

"Stop!! Narahara Sora."

Just when the old monk was at a loss, an iron-like voice came from another place.

The voice of the old monk has a little impression, it seems to be one of the young people staying overnight!

Narahara Sora turned around slowly, staring at Ai Jiangtu with those strange gray-black eyes.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he smiled coldly at Ai Jiangtu: "You want to meddle in other people's business... Oh, I forgot that you can't understand Japanese."

"Originally, the matter between you and Miyata is indeed very sympathetic, but you use a vessel to take away other people's souls and cultivate them into evil spirits, and use this to curse revenge, which is even more hateful!" Ai Jiangtu faced the cursed blood map Nei said.

"If you want to stop me, just come, it's a pity that you can't see me at all..." Narahara Sora said disdainfully.

Ai Jiangtu's heart sank. Narahara Sora's words were right. He couldn't see Narahara Sora at all. He could only judge Narahara Sora's general location from the miserable appearance of these monks and the voices floating down.

"you give me……"

"ah!!!!!"

Ai Jiangtu hadn't finished speaking when he heard monk Qihai's miserable cry.

Pieces of blood fell, and Qihai's right hand was directly torn off. He screamed until he couldn't make a sound in his throat. 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 was released from his body, causing everything around him to retreat.

His thoughts filled the surroundings, and the objects touched by his angry thoughts even turned into shattered 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 glanced back and found that Mo Fan was rushing from the mountain path stepping on the blood-colored boots. The whole person was like a rampaging beast. Go!

Mo Fan rushed to the border of the cursed blood map, and he saw Narahara Sora in the cursed blood map at a glance, wearing a different monk robe from that day!

"Narahara Sora, I didn't expect you to be this kind of monk!"

"When I first chatted with you, I still thought you were an upright bald donkey with your own bottom line. Who would have thought that you would be so insane, using utensils to maintain a memory that thought the whole world would pity you, and put You made yourself into this evil spirit that is neither human nor ghost. Other Miyata is dead, you still don’t let her go, and drive her soul to seduce others, you are shameless, vicious, dirty, selfish, cruel, and despicable Monk, hurry up and go to hell, you will never be free!" Mo Fan was already full of anger, and pointed at Narahara Sora and cursed in one breath. For mobile users, please visit the mobile website