Chapter 1 Nightmare Assault

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiutang was stunned for a moment, then reached out to poke another hole to look, but Jiang Cheng stopped her, "Don't mess around. Haven't you learned your lesson from last time!"

Previously, Ye Qiutang and Jiang Cheng had fallen for the tricks of the Taoists in the Merit Hall. If it hadn't been for the fatty who hadn't been tricked, things would have been troublesome.

After having the fatty move aside, Jiang Cheng leaned close to the small hole and looked inside. Slowly, his breathing became rapid. The fatty was right; that monk was indeed Song Tianming!

However, Song Tianming at this moment was clearly not alive. His eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes were mismatched, and there was no light in his eyes.

Song Tianming walked stiffly out of the darkness, his expression exactly as it had been before his death. What surprised Jiang Cheng slightly was that he was holding an extinguished candlestick in his hand.

Having seen Song Tianming, the identities of the other six monks facing away were obvious. They were the six people who had died before.

What Jiang Cheng didn't understand was why these dead people would appear here, and the way they looked, it was as if they were worshipping Buddha.

Dead people worshipping Buddha was something Jiang Cheng was seeing for the first time.

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to step aside and let the anxious Ye Qiutang also take a look, an accident happened. The dead-like Song Tianming suddenly turned his body, his gaze meeting Jiang Cheng's eyes.

In the next second, an indescribable resentment overflowed from those hollow eyes. Jiang Cheng suddenly felt his whole body turn cold, his limbs stiffened uncontrollably, and his mind was forcibly filled with countless bizarre images: bloody sacrificial rituals, men holding their bulging bellies, struggling and wailing in underground caves.

Their hands and feet were bound, and burly women were wrapping mud around them layer by layer with trowels, first the body, then the hands and feet, and finally the head.

Because their hands and feet had already been broken, these men struggled like bloated meat worms. The scene was horrifying and miserable, and the wails echoed in the narrow cave, all of which was despairing.

Immediately afterward, including Song Tianming, four figures came towards them with dainty and quick steps, strangely.

"Da da da."

"Quick! Take me away!" Jiang Cheng could not move and could only roar.

At this moment, the fatty and Ye Qiutang also realized something was wrong. The fatty turned around and tried to pull Jiang Cheng with his hand, but he couldn't move him at all.

Hearing the increasingly rapid footsteps, the fatty lowered his body, hugged Jiang Cheng's waist, and slowly exerted force, trying to lift Jiang Cheng up and carry him on his shoulders like uprooting a willow, but Jiang Cheng's feet seemed to be welded to the ground.

Soon, the fatty didn't dare to add any more force, because he could already hear the sound of bones in Jiang Cheng's body.

"Go!" Jiang Cheng roared, "Save whoever can be saved!"

The fatty's eyes turned red immediately. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to kick over the screen and fight those rushing ghosts.

Ye Qiutang stopped the fatty, "Don't be impulsive, where there is life, there is hope..."

"Get out of the way!"

The fatty shook off Ye Qiutang. At this time, the four figures had already arrived behind the screen. The candlelight cast the four stiff figures on the screen, making the scene indescribably eerie.

Ye Qiutang glanced at Jiang Cheng one last time, turned and ran.

The four figures quickly bypassed the screen, leaning forward towards Jiang Cheng. Looking at these four people up close, the fatty threw a punch. He chose Song Tianming as his target, after all, this old guy had the highest cultivation when he was alive, and these ghosts might all be controlled by him.

The fatty's punch landed firmly on Song Tianming's face. In the next second, the fatty's face changed drastically. The severe pain made the corner of his mouth twitch. This punch felt like hitting a wall.

Even stranger, Song Tianming and the other three completely ignored the fatty in front of them, bypassed him directly, found Jiang Cheng, and then deftly lifted Jiang Cheng's limbs and carried him back.

Just as the fatty was stunned, Ye Qiutang, who had run out the door, rushed back. She grabbed the fatty's arm and desperately dragged him out, "Quick... Run! If you don't leave, it'll be your turn next!"

The two retreated to the outside of the Buddha hall, and before they could rest, a series of bell sounds rang out in the distance. The sound was grand and deep, as if it could wash away all the confusion in people's hearts.

Subconsciously looking in the direction of the sound, Ye Qiutang's eyes lit up, "The Sutra Repository, the Sutra Repository has appeared!"

The stone wall road that originally only had the Buddha Hall and Merit Hall as options was gone. In the distance, a piece of land lit up with lights, which was the direction of the Sutra Repository.

"Wang Fugui, let's go to the Sutra Repository first. As long as we break the feng shui of this ghostly temple, Jiang Cheng will still have a chance to live!" Ye Qiutang's excited voice was trembling. The successive encounters had also put her spirit on high alert, and now she finally saw hope.

"Live? What are you and I relying on to live?" The fatty shook off Ye Qiutang's hand mercilessly, "Without my brother, you will surely die if you go to the Sutra Repository!"

"I......"

Ignoring Ye Qiutang's next words, the fatty ran alone towards another direction in the Buddha Hall, where there was a half-open window.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Qiutang still retracted her gaze from the Sutra Repository and came to the fatty's side.

Through the gap in the middle of the window, the fatty saw four dead men dressed as monks contorting Jiang Cheng's stiff limbs, then making him kneel on a futon in a strange posture.

What secretly reassured the fatty was that they did not immediately harm Jiang Cheng.

Song Tianming brought the candlestick and placed it diagonally in front of Jiang Cheng, then lit it.

As the candlelight lit up, that part of the darkness was dispelled a little more. The fatty noticed that there were two more futons on Jiang Cheng's side.

On the wall in front of them, there was also a huge white cylinder, which looked like paper. The cylinder was almost as tall as the wall.

Soon, Song Tianming and the others also knelt down on their respective futons in the same posture as Jiang Cheng. As the sound of the wooden fish tapping became faster and faster, the eight people, including Jiang Cheng, simultaneously lunged forward, prostrating themselves, and the white paper cylinder in front of them slowly unfolded to both sides.

"Hiss——"

The fatty slowly widened his eyes. He never expected that the white paper cylinder would be a painting.

The painting was quite exaggerated in size, several meters high vertically, and covered an entire wall when fully unfolded.

The fatty couldn't quite understand the content of the painting. It was a broken bridge, but now only a few piers were left standing, looking quite dilapidated, and most of the rest was pitch black, but not the pure black, but a deep feeling. In short, looking at it for a long time gave a feeling of being trapped, which was very uncomfortable.

Below the bridge, a crescent moon hung over the pitch-black background.

But how could the moon appear under the bridge?

The fatty quickly understood that the pitch black under the bridge was not the night, but the river water, and the crescent moon was reflected in the water.