"Director Chen...I heard this voice in Sanliting..."
Hong Dou's voice was trembling as she spoke, and the weird atmosphere around her became more and more obvious, reminding her of some recent memories.
The black spots on the mountain are getting closer and closer, and the trees and mountains are shaking. They seem to emerge from the cliff caves, but if you look closely, you can see not only the dark cliffs of the cliffs, but also the countless cracks opened by the earthquake.
Fog purple light is appearing frequently, and black spots are also appearing from it.
Chen Jinnan held up the "One Hundred and Twenty-Seven Pictures of Su Kui", and the blood mist rolled out from the picture scroll without the need to recite it, covering the location of Tiandihui.
In the blood mist, everyone had absurd nightmares. When they looked carefully, they could not recall any details. They only felt a creeping fear, as if the world had sunk into a crazy mountain and sea of terror, and they were the ones who dared to
Ignorant people who open their eyes to spy.
But it is these weird and bizarre blood mist that seems to be stimulating the nerves of the Chiseltooth people, causing them to appear from all dangerous and lonely places, desperately trying to rush over and tear apart everything in their way.
"Everyone, stay close to the mourning platform. As long as you don't be fooled by the illusion, the chisel-toothed people will not harm you!"
Chen Jinnan gritted his teeth and stayed awake.
The heavily surrounded Qing soldiers were the first to suffer. The patrol soldiers screamed and fell down in the dark night. These things seemed to be jealous of the light and unceremoniously tore apart the people holding the torches.
Someone slashed with a knife, and the blade struck the chisel-toothed people. It only made a muffled sound. The tanned leather-like skin had no trace of moisture, and the weapon was blocked and deflected immediately. They were prostrate on the ground, seemingly without eyes or ears.
, in an extremely weird manner, he smeared blood on his body with his withered palms, and continued to attack, tearing apart the bones and skin of the surrounding Qing troops.
Many people threw down their torches in a hurry, but this behavior did not bring them a sense of security, but instead accelerated their descent into darkness. Once the light is lost, the only way to confirm between people is touch, but the black spots bring
Not only touching, but also biting and killing.
In this way, before the mysterious monster running out of the cliff could even be seen clearly, it triggered a disaster called darkness and chaos, which became the last straw for the destruction of the Qing army.
Lama Keba in the center of the Qing army camp was chanting sutras crazily. The monk soldiers surrounded him and worshiped together. Some of them started to move.
For Lama Keba, destroying all the rules and taboos in the world is his natural mission, and the Wu Bon ritual of blood sacrifice is just an insignificant side branch on the Longhua tree in the vast world.
Between form and emptiness, existence and non-existence, the Shitu Linghu Sacrifice Sect believes that there is no fixed number, and only regards "all dharmas are only consciousness, as a skeleton view" as the most essential principle.
Its elaboration is: since this world is illusory, there is no law, and when practitioners deliberately violate social taboos, they are like red and pink skulls facing each other, flipping between reality and illusion, and it is even more visible.
By clarifying the illusory nature of this world, we can achieve "great clarity and enlightenment" and find the "first meaning" mentioned by the Buddha.
I saw the monk soldier taking off his shirt, exposing his body, and a man next to him pulled out a vajra pestle made of human bones and pierced it through his heart!
The blood splashed up to half the height of the sky, and the blood mist was thick and lingering, attracting the attention of these chisel-toothed people. When the hot blood was thrown out, some of the chiselled-toothed people slowly stopped and licked the ground twice.
After bleeding, he suddenly ignored the location of the monks and rushed towards where Chen Jinnan was.
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"These are mountains. They can't hear or see. Just don't get smelled."
A strange man with disheveled hair was extremely calm. He took off his smelly robe and threw it to Jiang Wen to wrap up. His attitude was very friendly - even though the two had never met half an hour ago.
"Umbrella pocket?"
The weirdo's accent was a bit strange. It was not a local accent, and Jiang Wen didn't recognize it for a while.
"Shandu! It's Shandu!"
The weirdo repeated it dissatisfiedly.
Jiang Wen looked at the chisel-toothed people scattered on the mountain, thoughtfully.
He has never believed in ghosts and ghosts. The theories about the mountain capital of the Heaven and Earth Society and the white ape and the giants of the White Lotus Sect are all too polished, and they are more likely to be things deduced by others.
Judging from the fact that these people ignored the strange lights of the earthquake, the mountain fog, and the rumbling earth, and dared to hide in the mountains and engage in feudal superstitious activities, Jiang Wen could not have too high expectations for the mostly illiterate people in the world.
Someone among them obviously shouted "Earth Dragon Turns Over", and after a while they were still watching the excitement with great interest, which is simply outrageous!
Therefore, he chose to use his own eyes to clearly see these chiseled people.
Although these chisel-toothed people can stand upright, their bodies are hunched, holding simple spears and stone tools in their hands. Some of their hair is unkempt and split, and they are wrapped in simple animal skins. No sound comes out of their empty mouths.
, the appearance is shriveled and withered, and there are even decayed corpse spots on the skin.
Not humanoid.
Relying on the smelly animal skin that the weirdo threw to Jiang Wen, the two of them hid in the woods calmly. The rustling footsteps kept passing by, but they were not discovered.
Getting closer, Jiang Wen saw Le. It was not that the teeth of these chisel-toothed people were like chisels, but that all the incisors had been knocked out and gaped hollowly.
What's even more bizarre is that some skulls were directly penetrated at the brow bone position, and some had their backs of heads cracked; more exaggeratedly, the entire face was smashed to pieces, causing the face of this part of the skull to be blurred, and even the basic parts of the skull were blurred.
I can't even see the outline.
But they were all moving, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, their expressions were dull, and their tongues of blood were spitting out from their mouths from time to time.
"The face is like a leather shield, swarthy, without eyes, nose, mouth, or ears; it often sticks out its tongue, which is as red as cinnabar, three or four feet long, and opens its mouth at people, often to death."
fart!
This is clearly from a primitive tribe, someone who died and was buried in a cliff cave a long time ago!
Judging from the crude Paleolithic-style stone tools they carried and the slightly weird brain bones, the maximum brain capacity is between 800 and 1000 ml. The protruding facial bones are obviously different from modern Homo sapiens, and may even be annihilated.
A certain group of ape-men in the long river of time staggered out from the gaps in history on this absurd and bizarre night!
"You people are really unfriendly."
Jiang Wen felt his head was as big as a bucket, so he lay down on a low mountain among the thorns and quietly watched, enduring the nagging of the people around him and pretending not to hear anything.
When the earthquake occurred, Master Jiang had just rushed to the mountain road outside the ancient city of Minyue. Trees were broken everywhere, rocks rolled down, and the sky collapsed.
This guy who was passing by appeared at this moment. He watched with great interest as Jiang Wen used his unimaginable agility to move around in the dense forest to resist the earthquake. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer, so he took action to rescue Jiang Wen.
The scolding continues.
"Let me talk about the first time. I was begging for food outside Chong'an County and suddenly I ran into that group of soldiers. They wanted to beat me. Did I affect the appearance of the city?"
The weirdo's accent was also very strange, somewhere between Jiang Wen barely being able to understand and being completely incomprehensible.
"The most recent one was just now. I was sleeping happily in the pit, and these people came in and beat gongs and drums, and started fighting everywhere. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to be peaceful?"
Jiang Wen pretended not to hear, while the weirdo stared at the people down the mountain and continued to chatter.
"I've been here for so long, and I've never encountered anything unpleasant. At most, when I was staying in Sanliting and begging for food, I got a double look from those traveling businessmen. Why do you make trouble for me as soon as you come here..."
This man's hair was messy, dirty and messy, and he smelled like dried kelp. He was wearing rags and patchwork clothes that were much thicker than ordinary people needed. They were dragged on the ground to cover his feet.
...So it turns out that in the rural anecdotes, this is the man who caused the legless woman to eat human flesh?
Jiang Wen couldn't help but look at it. He really couldn't figure out how someone could be so strange. His hair looked like a wild man's, but his beard was neatly twisted and not even a hair was trimmed.
"Master, you said you live in Sanliting and Minyue Royal City? But these two places are said to be haunted. Aren't you afraid of living here?"
"Haunted?"
When the weirdo heard this, he suddenly laughed strangely, "Young man, I have lived here for more than a hundred years, but I have never seen a ghost..."