Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 134 133. Master Save Me!

It was dark in the small temple.

Quaint and cold.

Like a dead grave.

Before stepping in, there was a chill on the surface of the body.

But this coldness is not actually a drop in temperature, but a psychological feeling.

Wang Nian and the others couldn't help getting goose bumps all over their bodies, and their faces were solemn.

Yu Liang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said cautiously.

"Senior ghost, do we really want to go in?"

"This place... must be very dangerous."

An Le didn't turn her head back: "If you are afraid, you can stay at the door."

After finishing speaking, he rolled over from Lao Mo's back and walked in.

The four hesitated for a moment, but decided to guard the door.

In the front area, let's explore after the ghost-faced man investigates.

Besides, the mighty and strange black panther beside them also gave them a great sense of security.

Lao Mo cast a cold glance at the four of them, no longer the flattery he had when facing An Le, and looked very cold.

The heart of the four of them trembled.

Seeing An Le's tall figure disappear into the temple gate.

The atmosphere in Yu Liang and the others was slightly awkward.

After all, they didn't know before that a monk who had obtained the jade piece was among them.

"These houses... who built them?"

Yu Liang spoke first, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Peng Ziming hesitated for a moment, but still said: "I suspect... this may be the relic of some ancient sect, but it was sealed underground for some reason."

"Zongmen ruins?"

Wang Nian on the side was thoughtful.

"So, I did see some buildings that only exist in the sect along the way."

"But what about those idols?"

Speaking of this, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Those statues have slightly different shapes and different strengths.

But the weakest ones also have the combat power of the initial stage of foundation establishment.

Coupled with their armor and weapons, it seems that they naturally restrain the monk's spiritual power.

Very difficult.

Even if it is one-on-one, in the middle stage of foundation establishment, it is impossible to win quickly.

Not to mention, idols often act in groups.

Previously, the ghost-faced men took a detour for this, unwilling to face the enemy head-on.

This kind of existence itself is something that people have never heard of.

"Hehe, it's just a god statue, I can kill it with a snap of my fingers."

At this moment, Lao Mo interjected, with a cold and haughty demeanor.

"Senior Black Panther!"

Peng Ziming was a little surprised that this black panther, who was tamed by the ghost-faced man, was willing to communicate with them.

"You are very powerful, so such a small role naturally does not fall into your eyes."

"Yes, yes, we have all seen your majesty."

"..."

******
After talking for a while.

Lao Mo was blown a little bit smugly, and said with a dark heart.

"Don't worry, if you encounter any danger later, I will definitely protect you."

"Ordinary evil spirits can't get away with one move under my claws!"

suddenly.

A gloomy cold wind blew around.

The already gray sky seemed to be dimming again.

Shi Yanyan looked not far away and exclaimed softly.

"Be careful! Someone seems to be coming!"

The four of them immediately became highly vigilant, their eyes fixed on that direction.

A few figures were looming, their heights were similar to ordinary people.

'A monk? '

Peng Ziming breathed a sigh of relief.

In this realm, encountering human practitioners by chance is better than encountering those evil things.

Wang Nian narrowed his eyes.

Surprisingly, the monks walking out of the darkness all had unusually bright smiles on their faces.

What happened to them?

How happy are you?

All four were surprised.

"Fellow daoists, are you... all right?"

Peng Ziming squeezed the sweat in his palms and said loudly.

"..."

The monk on the opposite side did not respond.

Just a silent approach.

There is an indescribable weirdness in his behavior.

Shi Yanyan murmured: "It's so strange..."

Lao Mo's pupils narrowed slightly, as if he saw something.

Before Lao Mo could speak.

next moment.

The "monk" flickered and approached quickly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked more and more strange.

Yu Liang widened his eyes suddenly.

"He, they are..."

As the distance shortened, the four saw that these smiling beings were not complete living people at all.

It's just a piece of thin, empty human skin!

Their inner flesh, bones, and internal organs were devoured.

Only a layer of skin clinging to the robe remained.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Yu Liang was so frightened that he let out a scream, his face turned pale, and he shrank back.

"Ghost!"

The expressions of the others were not good either.

"Damn!"

Peng Ziming trembled slightly, but managed to remain calm, and slapped Liang on the face.

"You Te Niang, stop barking!"

He turned his head to look at where Old Mo was before: "Before the Black Panther..."

Before Peng Ziming finished speaking, he found that Lao Mo ran towards the small temple at some point, and shouted while running, "Master, save me!"

The previous superior demeanor was swept away.

Seeing this scene, the four were dumbfounded.

However, they couldn't take care of so much, and ran to the small temple in a panic.

"Senior Ghost—"

Wang Nian was last, and after stepping into the temple, he closed the gate forcefully.

The smiling human skin seemed to be a little afraid of this small temple, and wandered outside the door for a while, but never dared to invade.

Finally left helplessly.

******
Just walked into the small temple.

The four of them felt light all over, and most of the invisible pressure that had enveloped their bodies and minds before dissipated.

Even breathing became easier.

But before this feeling lasted a second, they held their breath.

In their eyes, in the main hall of the temple stands a statue of a god more than three meters high.

The head is rarely armored.

He had two heads and four arms, and his eyes were wide open, staring intently at the front of him.

He raised his arms high, as if he was accumulating energy.

The momentum is strong.

Like a mass of boiling magma.

The oppressive feeling is like substance, making it difficult to breathe.

But for some reason, there was a rotten stench.

Yu Liang hadn't recovered from the shock before, but when he saw this statue again, his legs went limp from fright.

Peng Ziming also had despair in his heart.

'Just out of the wolf's den, and into the tiger's den again! '

Just when they thought the four arms of the statue were about to fall, they suddenly heard a hoarse voice.

"It's dead."

The four of them turned their heads and found that An Le was standing aside, their eyes falling on the wall of the temple.

"Dead, dead?"

Yu Liang opened his mouth wide, so surprised that he couldn't even speak.

Peng Ziming and Shi Yanyan looked at a loss.

Its aura...is clearly still so powerful?
They couldn't believe it for a moment.

Only Wang Nian walked towards the statue carelessly after hearing this.

He also took out a few special instruments, tapped on the surface of the statue, and said cheerfully.

"I want to see what material this guy is made of."

His actions frightened Peng Ziming and the others.

After all, as far as they were concerned, the statue was lifelike, and there was no sign of any injuries at all.

If it is offended, wouldn't it be a dead end?
However, the idol remained motionless.

After careful observation, Peng Ziming saw that there was a not-so-obvious wound on the back of the statue.

Dark and sticky blood is slowly flowing out of it.

A rotten stench spread.

Although the aura of the god statue is huge, but after careful experience, it is constantly weakening.

Peng Ziming's eyes were dull.

How long has it been since the ghost-masked man entered the small temple?
'Is this one wound that easily solved the two-headed and four-armed statue? '

Yu Liang was already numb from shock.

In their hearts, the strength of the ghost-faced man has reached an unfathomable level.

At this time.

An Le turned to look at Wang Nian: "Do you know how to refine weapons?"

Wang Nian scratched his cheek, looking a little embarrassed.

"A little bit, a little bit."

In fact, Wang Nian was not born as a casual cultivator. He was a disciple of the Artifact Refining Sect, but left for some reason.

An Le would naturally not miss such a ready-made help.

Ask him to help investigate the material of the statue.

Not long after, Wang Nian gave an answer that surprised An Le.

"Its main body is just the most common clay and wood, and it is a statue made of clay and wood."

"Ok?"

An Le frowned.

It's just ordinary consumables, but it can actually have the strength equivalent to building a foundation?

This even surprised him.

Wang Nian didn't finish his sentence: "However, the core of the statue is a material that I have never seen before."

He knocked off a large fragment from the statue's chest and displayed it in front of An Le.

The color of this fragment is obviously different from other areas.

Shows a sense of clarity and transparency.

Exudes faint dark purple.

There are countless lines spreading.

Seeing this fragment, Xiao Xiaohong who was beside An Le suddenly opened her eyes wide, and leaned over like flying.

Her cherry lips parted slightly.

"Anle, I want to..."

The red-clothed woman's eyes showed longing emotions.

An Le ignored her for the time being, but carefully observed the secret power flowing in the fragments.

It's completely different from spiritual power, and it doesn't look like strange power, but it is slightly similar to the breath of old Chengtou.

It seems to be related to incense and wish power.

But it is no longer pure, as if... polluted by something!
"Polluted wish power?"

An Le took the fragments and put them into the storage bag first, preparing to feed them to Xiao Xiaohong later.

The woman in red puffed her cheeks, her eyes were quite resentful.

But helpless.

"What did you encounter outside the door just now?"

An Le asked the four of them again.

Lao Mo quickly explained: "Master, there were several empty human skins that came outside the temple earlier."

"Fortunately, I'm so smart that I brought them in immediately."

Seeing the black panther's unashamed expression, Peng Ziming was speechless for a moment.

They see it now too.

This guy really doesn't want any face!

"It is estimated to be the work of evil spirits."

An Le felt a little heavy in her heart.

I don't know how long this underground relic has been sealed up. The evil spirits here have gone through a long period of time, and they are extremely terrifying without even thinking about it.

"But don't they dare to break into this temple?"

"Perhaps there is an ancient prohibition."

He remembered something and asked again.

"After you walked in here, did you feel relaxed?"

The four nodded.

"Sure enough..."

An Le narrowed his eyes.

He also vaguely noticed that there was always an evil aura in the ruins, which would unknowingly consume the spiritual power in the monk's body.

Only in this small temple did the feeling subside temporarily.

******
Soon.

During the search, Peng Ziming actually made an unexpected discovery.

"Ancient script! This is ancient script!"

He looked at the murals on the wall and was surprised.

An Le came over immediately.

"Can you recognize these words?"

An Le had noticed before that there were some strange words engraved on the wall.

But neither Xiao Xiaohong nor Lao Mo knew each other.

Being stared at by An Le in ghost armor, Peng Ziming's heart jumped suddenly and his legs and feet trembled.

'very scary……'

He gritted his teeth and replied, "I saw it in an ancient book."

"At the beginning, in order to decipher the ancient books, I learned from experts, but I could only barely recognize part of them."

"Then tell me what you recognize."

"Yes!"

Peng Ziming stared at the wall and translated awkwardly.

"Disciples of my ▇▇ sect... hold ghosts and play gods... use ▇▇ practice... to seek ▇▇ great freedom and supernatural powers."

"But you need to know... ▇▇ this road is difficult... It is very easy to be ▇▇... so the mind is the first... Today I know that I am me..."

"..."

Obviously, Peng Ziming's level is extremely limited.

The translated content is upside down and neither fish nor fowl.

From An Le's ears, this seemed to be the beginning stage of some kind of cultivation technique.

There are also some descriptions about mental methods.

"Could it be that such temples in the ruins are actually places where the disciples of this sect practice?"

"But what is that idol?"

An Le just felt at a loss.

There are still too many questions that cannot be answered.

He silently engraved these ancient texts in his mind, ready to write them out at any time.

******
at the same time.

Hu Chunsheng and his party walked on a street in the ruins.

The road is flat, and there are rows of houses on both sides, with a classical style.

The nearby buildings clearly exude a simple and wild atmosphere, but they look particularly brand new.

It seems that the years have never left traces on them.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

walk here.

Even Xiong Batian's loud voice unconsciously lowered his voice.

"Old Hu, staying here...is really uncomfortable, let's find a place to hide."

"Do not talk."

Hu Chunsheng looked around with a serious expression.

Maybe it's because they are in a special position.

Up to now, they have not encountered a single attack in the fallen ruins.

But Hu Chunsheng's heart has been shrouded in an unknown premonition, as if danger will come at any time.

"Old Hu, you are just too nervous."

The one with the wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes laughed.

"I don't think this place is that dangerous, so don't scare yourself."

The other companions also relaxed a bit.

They have been vigilant for a long time, and nothing happened.

"Having said that, the architectural style of this house is quite interesting."

"Maybe I can pick up something good from here!"

As he spoke, someone approached a hut, wanting to peek inside.

"do not move!"

Hu Chunsheng's complexion changed slightly, and he shouted.

However, it was still a step too late.

The man turned his head and asked strangely, "Old Hu, what's wrong?"

He saw that the other companions stared at him in horror.

Grief flashed in his eyes.

"what?"

He felt a sharp pain belatedly.

Looking down, his body below the head had disappeared without a sound.

"How, how could it be..."

The man opened his eyes in despair.

The next moment, his head fell to the ground, dying with regret.

(End of this chapter)