There is a trick

Chapter 102 Yellow-Faced Monk (2/2)

Zhou Chang nodded and pointed at his ears, signaling the other two to do the same as him, stuff the cotton in their ears and cover them with the porcelain bowl.

"Maybe we'll see a ghost later..." Moltke's voice became eerie and cold against the backdrop of the corpse, "If we cover our ears, won't we be able to hear each other?

Difficult to contact..."

However, Zhou Chang did not listen to Mao Qi and still covered the porcelain bowl.

He actually didn't need to do this. After all, being able to wear a python robe meant he had the so-called "official status" that Wen Yongsheng had always dreamed of.

The reason for doing this now is to "set an example" and convince others with actions.

"Whatever you want to say or communicate, just focus on the rope on your wrist." Zhou Chang pointed at the rope on his wrist. He clearly didn't say anything, but his thoughts echoed directly in the hearts of the two people. "My rope of thought is activated by the thought, and it is most suitable for carrying thoughts."

Seeing this, the two men immediately tried it and found that the facts were just as Zhou Chang said.

They all covered their ears with the porcelain bowls.

According to the nature and soul of Mao Qi and Qian Zhou, it is actually far from enough to project thoughts onto the thread of thought and pass it on to others.

Zhou Chang took the initiative to take on the task of dealing with their respective thoughts with his own spirit.

"Li Si and Wensheng have already rung the bells and were dragged out of the gray fog by ropes. I wonder what happened to them?" Moltke then transmitted his thoughts through the ropes.

Each of the five people had a rope on their wrist and were scattered around to explore the way forward.

But they were only three or four steps away from each other, so even though the fog was thick and blocked their vision, Zhou Chang and the other two could still see some of the situation on Li Si and Wensheng's side.

“Maybe there’s nothing going on.

They are just afraid of death and want to escape.

It's such a burden, it's better to get out early.

Staying here might become a burden to us!" Qian Zhou's mind was filled with disgust towards Li Si and Wen Sheng.

The three of them communicated with each other and moved forward cautiously in the gray fog.

In view of the unknown current situation, Zhou Chang gathered his thoughts and prepared to pass them on to Bai Xiu'e, asking her to remind everyone in the Lion Club to stay outside the fog for the time being and not to act rashly.

However, just as he was thinking about it, the nourishing energy that filled the surroundings suddenly sped up its flow forward!

Zhou Chang looked forward, and saw a dark mass of air wriggling in the thick fog, madly absorbing the rushing Qi!
He had previously observed the front and could not see any clues at all!
But in the blink of an eye, a dark mass of air rose up in the thick fog not far away!
That dark mass of air seemed to be the reason why the qi was constantly dissipating and the gray fog was fading!

Zhou Chang’s attention was focused on the dark air mass, and he suddenly felt as if even his attention was “blackened” by the dark air mass!

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately sent out a thought, shouting to his two companions: "Wait!"

Mao Qi and Qian Zhou immediately stopped and turned to look at him in confusion.

At this time, the three of them heard a burst of messy footsteps at the same time.

Footsteps sounded behind them, approaching from far away, and then getting faster and faster:

"Tread, step, step..."

"Tap tap tap tap tap!"

Two figures appeared in the gray fog around Zhou Chang and the other two. When Zhou Chang saw the appearance of those two people, his pupils contracted in an instant!

Those two people were Wensheng and Li Si!
They were clearly pulled out of the gray fog by Niansi Ousi, but now they are back!
Li Si and Wen Sheng had strange expressions on their faces. They passed by Zhou Chang without even glancing at him and the other three. With those strange expressions on their faces, they walked into the gray fog ahead.

Zhou Chang could clearly see the air mass contracting like a heart in the gray fog not far away.

But after Li Si and Wen Sheng walked into the gray fog, they disappeared from his sight.

Fortunately, the two people's "disappearance" did not last too long.

After just a few breaths, every bell on the ropes tied to their wrists that passed through the gray fog began to ring violently!
The rope that passed through the gray fog suddenly stretched straight, dragging the two people backwards!
Their faces flushed red, and they put their hands together, chanting the Buddha's name: "Namo Amitabha!"

"Namo Amitabha!"

They were dragged by ropes and passed by Zhou Chang.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the rolling gray fog, grabbed one of Wensheng's arms, and gently tore it apart.

"Hey!"

Amidst the sound of blood, Wensheng's arm was torn off.

A pale arm stretched out from the gray fog, grabbed Wen Sheng's torn arm, and hid in the gray fog.

A slow chewing sound was heard in the mist. Then, a second arm swam over gently, grabbed Li Si's hair, and pulled Li Si's head and hair off together!
"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Li Si, who had lost his head, still had his hands clasped together, and the sound of chanting Buddhist mantras came from his chest!
Wensheng had one of his arms torn off, but he seemed to feel no pain and continued chanting Buddhist mantras!

The two 'men' were dragged along by ropes. In the gray fog wherever they passed, arms stretched out and took away 'parts' from them one by one!
The two figures were quickly dragged away by the gray fog!
All that was left on the ground was bright red blood!
There was also the faint echo of the chanting of the Buddha's name: "Namo Amitabha..."

The arms hidden in the gray fog were now put together in pairs, like clasping hands together.

At this time, the air in the gray fog surged towards the dark air mass in front of it with an even more crazy momentum!
Zhou Chang suddenly understood——

That dark gas ball lured Wensheng and Li Si over, and used their flesh and blood and even their souls as bait, and immediately caught a pond full of "fish" in the gray fog, and caught the rolling thoughts in the gray fog!
Let all these surging thoughts and even the evil creatures hidden within them all surge towards it and be swallowed by it!

Considering the Buddhist chanting enthusiastically by Li Si and Wensheng, Zhou Chang guessed that the dark air mass was most likely some kind of terrorist method brought by the group of monks from Xielong Temple!
"The monks from Xielong Temple are here..."

"Wensheng and Li Si were killed by them..."

Zhou Chang spoke in a low voice, trying to report his findings immediately.

However, when he lowered his head, he found that the iron wire on his wrist had become rusty since he didn't know when.

His thoughts merged into the rusty threads of thoughts, flowing along the rust, and became sluggish and intermittent!
The gray fog ahead suddenly dissipated.

The dark gas mass transformed into a yellow-faced monk.

The yellow-faced monk wore the clothes of a monk from the Secret Tibetan Region and a cockscomb hat on his head. In his hand, he held a skull bowl with a chicken-fat-colored patina. The chaotic thoughts gathered in the skull bowl, like a bowl of bright blood plasma.

The monk smiled and drank the bowl of blood plasma.

At this moment, Qian Zhou suddenly raised the box gun in his hand and pointed the muzzle at the yellow-faced monk who was drinking blood plasma with his head tilted back!
His body was shaking violently as if he had seen something horrible!
He turned his head back. Zhou Chang couldn't hear his voice, but by comparing his mouth shape, he guessed what he was saying:

"This is evil! This is evil!"

Zhou Chang watched Qian Zhou's actions, his heart tightened, and he tried to drag Nian Si to drag Qian Zhou and Mao Qi to his side.

Moltke was suddenly pulled back by him!

However, the prayer rope on Qian Zhou's wrist was covered with rust, and it broke directly when he pulled it hard!

Qian Zhou's body didn't move at all!
He pulled the trigger, and balls of fire spurted out of the muzzle of the box gun in his hand!

Balls of fire that looked like ferocious ghost faces poured down on the yellow-faced monk!

The ghost face dancing on the flames was the 'fire god' brought by drinking the fire curse that Qian Zhou mentioned!
However, the bullets carrying the 'God of Fire' were like insignificant dust when they hit the yellow-faced monk!
There was no trace of burns on the yellow-faced monk's clothes.

There were only copper shells stuck in the folds of his clothes. He flicked them away and they fell into the mud.

He looked at Qian Zhou with a smile and said something inaudible.

Zhou Chang did not hear clearly what the yellow-faced monk said. He only saw a layer of pitch-black liquid boiling under the yellow-faced monk's feet, filling the air with black smoke that covered Qian Zhou's body!
In the black smoke, Qian Zhou's body became vaguely visible.

The yellow-faced monk approached him lightly...

He turned around and waved to Zhou Chang and Mao Qi, with the box gun in his hand directly against his chin.

"Shh!"

At this moment, strands of pitch-black threads suddenly shot out from Zhou Chang's fingertips, interweaving into a thick black rope in mid-air. It suddenly passed through the black smoke that was swirling around and wrapped around Qian Zhou's ankle!

The black smoke came silently, but there was not a trace of rust on the thick black rope!
——When black cotton thread burst out from Zhou Chang's fingertips, he was also wearing the 'ghost shroud'!
On the 'ghost shroud', the pale lips formed by the longevity patterns quickly broke free from the pitch-black threads that bound their lips and teeth, and they greedily devoured the food air floating around!
A shroud made of satin now gradually has the texture of flesh and blood!

Most of the gray fog here was gathered by the yellow-faced monk, but there were still some scattered remnants. Just a few remaining wisps of feasting thoughts, swallowed by the ghost shroud, were enough to make it gradually revive and grow into 'Li Xiamei'!

Not to mention that Zhou Chang took the initiative to put the cotton thread on the shroud into the black smoke.

The black smoke made Gui Shouyi speed up and break free from Zhou Changnian's restraint!

However, before that, Zhou Chang had already wrapped Qian Zhou's ankles with a cotton rope and dragged him back!
"Take him away!"

Zhou Chang gave the order sternly, and Mao Qi reacted at the same time, grabbed Qian Zhou and ran away!
The methods of this yellow-faced monk were beyond the understanding of the three people at the moment!
All the abilities they possessed were vulnerable in front of the yellow-faced monk!
Strands of cotton thread replaced the rusty threads, and Zhou Chang took this opportunity to continuously transmit his thoughts to Bai Xiu'e: "Xiu'e, Xiu'e - pull us back!
Xiu'e!
Ask your great-aunt to help!"

The ropes shook violently, but the copper bells attached to them did not move at all and did not make a single sound!

Zhou Chang retreated again and again, away from the yellow-faced monk!
The yellow-faced monk walked slowly, but approached the three people at an extremely fast speed!
"There is a hidden treasure within your soul...

It should be used to support the God of Wealth, which can be exchanged for a lifetime of prosperity and a worry-free life in the next life..."

The yellow-faced monk stared at Zhou Chang with a strange look in his eyes.

He suddenly approached Zhou Chang, and his skinny knuckles fell towards Zhou Chang's head!
(End of this chapter)