The sudden sound of the bell is like the sound of a bell.
The endless chattering of Buddhist chants in the ears was instantly wiped away. At the same time, a strong bloody and rotten odor suddenly exploded in the nasal cavity, and the vision in front of the eyes suddenly melted away like oil paint, revealing the "true face"...
A hideous and grotesque face stuck in his eyes!
No.
Li Changan soon realized.
That's not a grimace.
That's a human face.
The ferocious appearance is due to the distortion of the muscles and the displacement of the facial features; the bizarre appearance is due to the redness, swelling and ulceration of the skin, which makes the complexion mottled.
The Taoist priest's scalp was numb and his hairs were rising.
Because of this strange face that suddenly appeared, and even more so because of the angular stick head wrapped in copper skin next to the face, whizzing down towards his heavenly spirit.
This is an ambush!
Between this electric light and flint.
Li Changan was not in a hurry to dodge.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a person appearing silently behind him on the left side. He bent down and twisted his waist, stabbing him with a long spear in his hand. Also on the right side, someone covered himself with a sword and shield and killed him.
to.
The three of them had formed an encirclement, suddenly blocking all Li Changan's escape routes.
However, what's even more terrible is...
"Boom."
A short string sounded in the darkness.
The cold light suddenly appeared, but an arrow shot out with lightning, intending to bite his throat.
The light of the sword, the shadow of the arrow, the spear, the heavy stick, at the critical moment, Li Changan responded with only two words.
"The wind is coming."
Suddenly.
The long wind is vast and sweeping.
With the Taoist priest as the center, it circled and roared.
Li Chang'an, who was in the eye of the storm, was naturally unhappy, but the three ambushers were tossed around by the whirlwind. The encirclement and killing force was instantly shattered. Even the arrowhead was deflected by the strong wind and hit the spearman instead.
But.
Even though the arrowhead was deeply embedded in this man's chest, he didn't even grunt or react at all, as if what was hit was not a crossbow arrow, but a bunch of straw or a straw.
Instead, he took advantage of the wind break, relied on the length of his spear, and managed to strike out.
However, the siege was over, and the sudden concealment of the ambush was lost. How could this weak attack affect Li Changan? He just turned slightly sideways, passed the tip of the spear, and then put the sword on the barrel of the gun, and flicked it.
Thick plasma splashed around.
Fingers and spears were seen falling to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the Taoist priest did not stop at all, twisting his body and shaking the sword light. The sharp sword edge was like a long snake flying in the forest.
Entered his throat.
Then he touched the tip of his toes, and the spear that had just landed was picked up again. He raised his hand to catch it, turned around to sweep away the "Ghost Face" that rushed at him again, and threw it with all his strength using the centrifugal force.
"Pfft."
The spear penetrated flesh and blood.
"Clang."
The tip of the spear was nailed into the stone wall.
On the barrel of the trembling gun, a figure struggled for a moment, and finally became silent. The remounted crossbow in his hand had no choice but to hang down.
……………………
When the "Ghostface" fell to the ground clutching his split face, the sudden and short ambush finally came to an end.
"Boom."
The bells in the distance still rang intermittently, clearing away some discomfort in Li Changan's mind. He took a few breaths, leaned over to pick up the torch that had been dropped during the fight, but as soon as he bent down, the strong rancid smell almost penetrated him.
of Naoren.
Only then did the Taoist priest discover that the ground was covered with a layer of red slurry, which was the source of the stench that filled the cave. It also stuck to the torch, like half-solidified bloody snot...
After living together in this troubled world for a long time, Li Changan was well-informed. Although he was disgusted, he just frowned.
He raised his feet and saw many sticky strands pulling up from the soles of his feet. No wonder he felt sluggish when moving before. But strangely, he didn't feel this way when he moved before the bell rang.
Li Changan raised the sword again, but saw that the blade was not stained with blood, but with the sticky plasma on the ground... It was self-evident where the plasma came from.
The Taoist priest raised the torch high, and the fire spread, but what he saw in front of him was frightening.
As far as the eye can see, the cave is filled with thick plasma, which reflects the flickering light under the torch, and further away, the corners of the cave...
The stumps were scattered everywhere, the heads were rolling around, and what was on the pillow was a corpse!
It no longer looks like the ordinary cold, humid, dark, empty and ordinary cave it had before the bell rang.
Illusion?
That’s really awesome!
The Taoist priest couldn't help but feel palpitations when he compared before and after the bell sounded. Except for one of the five senses, taste, the other shapes, sounds, smells, and touches were all tampered with without even realizing it. Moreover, even the time of the hit was unknown.
He didn't have the slightest clue about the move. If the bell hadn't rang in time...
The Taoist priest shook his head, shaking off the cold feeling in his heart, but a new question arose.
Who is this ambusher?
Li Chang'an brought the torch closer to check. Among the three lying corpses, the one holding a spear and wearing a simple armor was Qiu Ba, who served in the army;
The charlatan who makes steamed buns; and the one who greeted the Taoist priest at the door with an iron-tipped stick at the beginning, with a few scars burned on his bare head, was actually a monk.
Wind, horse and cow are irrelevant.
The Taoist priest was about to frown, but suddenly, the sword box behind him suddenly roared, and from the corner of his eye he saw the corpse of the monk with a grimace shaking and stretching his arms.
"Click."
Li Changan's heart rang with alarm bells, and he quickly turned sideways without thinking.
There was a scream that flew past the face, and a spark splashed on the top of the cave. When the Taoist priest turned his eyes, he discovered that the object piercing the top of the cave was actually the arm of the grim-faced monk.
This cave is no less than ten feet high!
There was still horror in his eyes.
"Boom."
There was another familiar sound.
This time, "Wind Control" could not be used again for a short period of time. In a hurry, I had to use a torch to block it, and the arrow missed the target. At the same time, I twisted my body and barely avoided the vital point. I ate the arrow with my shoulder.
.
Li Changan gritted his teeth and swallowed, crying out in pain.
Twist your waist, bend down, and step back.
The next moment, the arm was like a soft whip, sweeping over his head.
The Taoist priest retreated, stood firm, and looked intently.
In the dim light of the fire, amidst the sound of "crunching" bones, the grim-faced monk was like a puppet in the hands of a child, with twisted limbs and weird movements, dragging his mutated arms, and slowly stood up from the blood.
stand up.
Behind it, the crossbowman who was supposed to be killed by Li Changan dropped the fired hand crossbow, held the gun barrel with both hands, and pulled himself out little by little.
All right.
Now Li Changan was 100% sure that these guys were indeed not human.
Also at this time.
Next to Li Changan, Qiu Ba, who was wielding a gun, also "resurrected" and stood up from his knees on the ground. However, the Taoist priest didn't even look at him. He killed him with a sword in his backhand, leaving behind him a headless corpse with a waist and waist.
Stand straight, kneeling on the ground.
"Whoosh...hiss..."
The mountain wind poured into the cave, slightly dispersing some of the rotten odor, but brought more damp and cold water vapor that invaded the bones.
"Outside the cave..."
Li Changan turned his eyes and saw the grimace monk twisting his limbs on the spot, but not coming to attack, as if he was waiting for something; he saw the surroundings that were not illuminated by the fire, and there was something faintly moving in the rustling sound; he saw the blood on the road behind him.
Among the drowned corpses, a dead body stood up unsteadily.
"...Is it raining?"
The Taoist priest took the time to ask himself a question. He turned his eyes back and saw the headless corpse beside him kneeling firmly and upright. He inserted the torch into the cross section of his neck, which served as a candlestick.
In this short period of time, in the flames or in the deeper darkness of the cave, corpses were "resurrected" one after another. They were either complete or incomplete, some were soldiers, some were monks, some looked like ordinary people, or some looked like ordinary people.
They are twisted and deformed... each one is grotesque and ferocious, only the smell of putridity is faintly connected with the "clicking" sound of the joints being dislocated between movements.
Just like the hell prison door is not tightly closed, and the evil spirits are released back to the world!
A group of corpses surround the attendants.
The Taoist priest's eyes were as calm as water. He pulled off the short tuft from his shoulders and threw it to the ground. Then he slowly raised his eyes and glanced around, and spoke only one word.
"Come."
Just as the order was sounded, the demons roared and swarmed in.
The next second.
The sword light flashed like lightning.
………………………………
The sword light gradually stopped, and the cave returned to calm.
Li Changan was sitting on a soft couch, treating his wounds with the help of a half-human tall bronze mirror, and the bandage in his hand was clean silk pulled from a high place... I don't know why there is still something in this Demon Transformation Cave.
Such a luxurious single room is decorated like a lady's boudoir.
But whatever.
Li Changan looked past the broken corpses on the ground - lest they revive again and the Taoist priest had to cut them into smaller pieces - towards the shimmering stone door deep in the cave.
There must be a Buddhist hall dedicated to the Three Body Buddha inside.
It was like hell on earth outside, and Li Changan had no expectations for what it would be like inside.
But, it’s still the same sentence.
Come all come.
The Taoist priest hammered his waist and stood up slowly.
Holding on to the hilt of the sword and dragging his remaining body, he staggered towards the glimmer of light.
……………………
"Oh haha."
After passing through a few short narrow passages, we stood at the entrance of the Buddhist hall.
Li Changan almost cursed his mother.
I don’t know how many candles were lit in the Buddhist hall. The bright light made it difficult for the Taoist priest who had adapted to the dimness to open his eyes, but even so, he could still see... in the Buddhist hall...
It’s densely packed with living corpses!
There were also many obvious changes in limbs, and Li Changan was deeply impressed by the grimace monk.
have to.
Get ready to run away.
The Taoist priest thought about the narrow entrance of the cave. Should he kill one or two people to block the entrance of the cave and then escape?
But then he discovered that these living corpses didn't seem to be interested in him, and showed no intention of attacking at all.
The Taoist priest was timid and took a tentative step into the Buddhist hall. Immediately, all the living corpses looked over. He quickly retracted his steps, and the living corpses slowly turned back.
Look at this appearance...it seems to be guarding something. Could it be the Three Body Buddha?
Li Changan then stood on tiptoes, looked inside, and then gave up the idea.
There is no Buddha with three heads and six arms on the lotus platform inside. There is only a woman tightly entangled by vines.
The woman's clothes were extremely luxurious, but her figure was as thin as a mummy, with her sunken eye sockets staring blankly into the void.
Li Changan inexplicably felt that the outline of this person was quite familiar, so he took a closer look.
Isn’t this the White Lotus Saint?!
Surprised but also amused.
This woman is also unlucky. She is obviously a saint from the most evil sect in the world. Not only does she have powerful magic, but she also has ghosts and gods living in her body. She can be said to be a rare and powerful person in the world. But when Li Changan bumped into her, she was banned.
After that, Mrs. Yazhai almost became a monster, and was stuffed into sheepskin by Taoist priests several times, and her husband died on the way... Now it is even worse, her peerless appearance is no longer, her skin is like old leather, her hair is like withered grass, she has almost become a human being.
With skeleton.
So.
To save or not to save?
The Taoist priest lowered his eyes and looked at the dense group of corpses jammed in the middle.
To kill or not to kill?
As soon as his thoughts turned to this point, Li Changan felt that all the muscles in his body were sore and tender, and all the wounds around his body were in pain.
Let’s count the balls.
The Taoist priest waved his hand, said goodbye, and slowly exited holding the hilt of his sword.