In fact, there is nothing to guess. If the mandrills were excluded from the scene at that time, apart from the caravan members, there were only three people left, including the snitch captain Zhang Tianqin, the six-armed leader Tuo Lumao, and the Sogdian He Desen, plus Wu Qiudao himself and the raccoons transformed by his senior brother.
Tabby cat.
If there are outsiders coming in to take action, it is actually unlikely, because even the Senior Brother, a long-time Qi practitioner, was caught off guard and hypnotized by the illusion of these mandrills. If the Senior Brother hadn't had some training,
"Huangliang Dream Technique" can't wake up.
If even the senior brother was poisoned, then Wu Qiudao didn't think that just a few outsiders could easily escape the hypnotic talent of these mandrills!
More importantly, when the dream ended, more than a dozen mandrills ran away in a hurry, but the outsiders were nowhere to be seen. This is the most difficult place for outsiders to justify!
Even if the outsiders were not afraid of hypnosis and left early, they still couldn’t explain the place! Only five people died that day, why did the outsiders only kill five people? It makes no sense!
Wu Qiudao felt that this situation was more like a bad guy hiding in Tongxin Temple. He had just dug out five hearts and eaten them. Before he could take any more action, the senior brother woke up the dream in time and interrupted the bad guy's actions.
How long he thought, and how long the mandrill knelt, finally, the mandrill heard Wu Qiudao say: "Mao Sheng, I want you to play a play with me to find out the real heart-digging murderer, are you willing?"
The mandrill heard the sound of nature and did not bargain with Wu Qiudao. He directly kowtowed and thanked: "Of course the little god is willing!"
After Wu Qiudao came back, he didn't expect that the entire caravan stayed there waiting for him and didn't go directly to the mountain. He was a little surprised.
So Wu Qiudao used the sound transmission trick taught by his senior brother when he went down the mountain, and passed the matter to his senior brother. After listening, the civet cat nodded in the direction of Wu Qiudao, and disappeared into the forest. Not long after, there was a streak in the sky.
Passed by a sword light.
Seeing the sword fairy coming back, everyone in the new caravan greeted him respectfully, and Wu Qiudao nodded casually in return.
Zhang Tianqin discovered that Wu Qiudao's civet cat had escaped. He had just experienced the battle against the Gray God in Jiangyuan Town. At this time, he remembered the story of a group of cats killing people in Jiangyuan Town. He couldn't help but panic in his heart and told Wu Qiudao about it.
Wu Qiudao nodded to express that he understood, and then lay back in his exclusive seat.
More than an hour after the sunset, that is, about the first watch of the day, the caravan has all camped in Tongxin Temple, but everyone is not sleepy yet. They are all young and strong men traveling around, and they just talk back and forth.
Sexy jokes from Xiasanlu.
There was a bodyguard who studied Buddhist kung fu, so he kept many dirty Buddhist jokes. He said: "You all know that in the countryside, there are people who collect dung from various households to buy fertile soil to fertilize the fields; but I am afraid you don't know that dung is sold in temples.
, you can ask for double the price!”
An admiring man asked: "Why is this?"
The bodyguard smiled and said: "This dung is different from other places. It is all done by the masters. When it is soaked, one load will yield two loads."
Everyone laughed and shouted: "One more! One more!"
The bodyguard thought for a moment and then said something else: "It was already getting late in the temple, and an old monk went to pay homage in the back garden. He was mistakenly stabbed into his buttocks by the tip of a bamboo shoot, which made him feel pain. When the young novice saw him, he
He put his palms together and said: 'Amitabha is the retribution of heaven.'"
Wu Qiudao laughed out loud after hearing this, "Good guy, isn't this just like the jokes made by priests in later generations?"
Everyone still wanted to hear it, but the bodyguard shook his head, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, if you reveal the secrets of heaven, there will be retribution from heaven. I really can't say any more!"
Everyone laughed again and wanted to tease him, but the escort really refused, so they had no choice but to give up. But as a result, the jokes they told later were not as impactful as the ones the escort said, and they all lost interest.
, telling ghost stories is more daring than anything else.
When those fools were telling dirty jokes, Wu Qiudao lay in his sleeping bag and did not move. He just eavesdropped on those dirty jokes from all over the world and silently saved them in his own library of dirty jokes. When he heard everyone starting to tell ghost stories, he posted a
signal.
Just when everyone was frightened by the ghost story and their hearts beat faster, the mandrill statue in the main hall of the ruined temple suddenly twisted and dropped a lot of ash from its body, making everyone scream in fright.
The huge clay mandrill statue came down from the lotus platform and sat in front of the bonfire. It made a loud "bang" sound. It looked around and said: "I am the mountain god Maosheng here. I can gather with you today."
, it’s also fate!”
A bold man stammered and asked: "No... I wonder if the mountain god shows up, what's the point?"
The clay statue actually had a smile on its face, and dust fell as it said: "I want to play a game with you!"
The rules of the game are very simple, the mountain god is still the mountain god, but everyone present must play the role of the previous caravan members who stayed in this Tongxin Temple. However, among these caravan members, there will be an uncertain number of werewolves.
Every night when night falls, everyone must close their eyes, no peeking, no listening, and the werewolf will kill a caravan member during this night and eat the heart of the deceased.
After dawn, everyone took turns to speak, looking for objects who might be werewolves, and then voted to execute one person.
When the number of werewolves equals the number of ordinary people, then the werewolf side will win the game!
Mandrill Maosheng picked Wu Qiudao at random and asked him to get a bunch of notes with two identities written on them, and let everyone draw lots to determine the identity at will. Of course, this step was deliberately manipulated by Wu Qiudao.
In the end, a total of four people were drawn as werewolves, namely Zhang Tianqin, Lu Mao, He Desen, and Wu Qiudao.
Mandrill Maosheng shouted: "Please close your eyes when it gets dark!"
Everyone obediently closed their eyes and covered their ears, not daring to violate the rules of the game set by the mountain god.
"Werewolf, please open your eyes!" Mao Sheng said again.
So Zhang Tianqin, Lu Mao, He Desen, and Wu Qiudao had to open their eyes in embarrassment.
Mandrill grinned and said with a smile: "Werewolf, please choose a target to kill!"
Zhang Tianqin and the other three were not familiar with the rules, so they stared at each other for a long time, not knowing who to choose. Wu Qiudao pointed to the leader of the new caravan, and then everyone quickly followed suit.
"Werewolf, please close your eyes." Mandrill waited for the four of them to close their eyes before saying, "It's dawn, everyone can open their eyes. Let me tell you some bad news. The werewolf killed a caravan member last night."
Everyone looked at each other, wondering who was killed, and more importantly, who the werewolf was.
The mandrill reached out and grabbed the leader of the caravan and pulled him in front of him. The leader screamed in pain, but the mandrill showed no mercy at all. He dug his claw into the leader's chest and pulled out a beating heart.
The heart is stuffed into the mouth and eaten.
"It's a pity that you were the one who died last night!"