Xu Luo couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He could roughly guess the next plot.
At this time, a series of dull footsteps sounded outside, as well as heavy breathing like a bellows.
A scholar-like figure staggered into the mountain temple. As soon as he fell to the ground, his hands and feet could not help but tremble like cramps.
But the expression on the scholar's face was a bit ferocious, as if he was crying, yet also smiling, but also a bit unwilling to feel happy.
"Qing Niang, Bao'er, I am number one, I am number one, you don't have to die..."
But as he muttered to himself like crazy, as if something had disturbed him, streaks of blood suddenly appeared, and extended as quickly as a spider web.
And in the center of the blood network is the stone statue possessed by Xu Luo!
Buzz, a dull sound seemed to come from the bottom of Xu Luo's heart, and then the exhausted scholar lying on the ground let out a shrill howl.
A line of blood happened to cross his waist, like a hot knife cutting through butter, easily splitting his whole body into two.
At this time, countless footsteps sounded outside, and figures rushed into the mountain temple, which didn't even have a door.
The blood line glowed fiercely, and he rushed towards it as if he was seeing a delicious meal.
The screams and roars came one after another, and most of them only had half a sound before they stopped abruptly.
After just a few breaths, the mountain temple became quiet again.
All surprises, doubts, fears, regrets... were separated by red like black and white ink paintings, frozen on the faces of mutilated corpses all over the ground.
The strong and pungent smell of blood filled the entire mountain temple.
No matter how stupid the people who have not come in from the outside are, they will find something wrong at this time.
But the next moment, before the sounds of struggling for mercy could be heard, individual figures were thrown in.
The blood line rushed forward greedily as if it were spiritual.
After a while, the mountain temple finally fell into complete silence.
He didn't know how long had passed, but Xu Luo felt that his eyes were brightening, and he could finally see the real scene.
But the next moment, he would rather not be able to see it. Perceiving it with his spiritual consciousness and seeing it with his own eyes are basically two different feelings.
At this time, the mountain temple has completely turned into a hell for Shura. Countless limbs and broken arms are scattered everywhere, and dark red blood has accumulated on the ground in a thick layer.
Every flesh and blood stump seemed to have been completely sucked dry by something, making it look like a mummy.
Xu Luo had seen countless scenes of monsters killing humans, but the shock to him was far less than this scene.
He couldn't help but think of what the black robe kept repeating.
Do you think I am a human being or a treacherous person?
Haha, it doesn’t matter if he’s a human or a trickster!
But the next moment, Xu Luo suddenly felt a strong fear in his heart. He could actually see it. What did this mean?
This means that this stone statue that was just cut out actually opened its eyes and it really came to life.
To be precise, it turned into a monster!
Xu Luo felt a huge surge in his heart. This scene completely overturned all his perceptions.
Can weirdness be artificially generated, or is it because of the weird talisman formation and blood line?
When did this happen, and who are these people?
Questions exploded in his mind, just when Xu Luo had a splitting headache thinking about it.
A low roar suddenly sounded in the mountain temple, like a young tiger roaring in the forest, announcing his arrival to everyone.
The entire mountain temple trembled violently amid the roar.
However, the corpses on the ground, amidst the dull roar, resurrected like zombies and staggered upright, then collapsed again, and then tried to stand up again...
But the bloody line cut just now was so severe that only one body managed to stand up in the end.
It was the scholar who took the lead in rushing into the mountain temple.
The scholar's body, which was broken into two parts, was barely connected together again, and the shriveled internal organs and intestines hung like ribbons on the ground.
But he didn't know where the strength came from, and his skinny fingers clung to the broken part of his body like horse tacks. He became the only one standing in the field, swaying but never falling down.
The green and black lips opened and closed up and down, as if they were angry about something, but no sound came out.
Shi Hu was obviously not satisfied with this result.
It roared again, and the raging sound waves crazily impacted the small space in the temple, back and forth.
The broken limbs, which were almost like mummies, could not withstand this kind of torture, and turned into fine powder. Then countless tiny black spots emerged from the powder, forming wisps of black mist in the air.
Xu Luo suddenly realized that this was the origin of the worm!
But something surprising happened!
Logically speaking, these worms were spawned by the stone tiger and must be dominated by it, but the black mist gathered towards the place where the scholar stood.
The scholar was not spared from the sonic shock just now.
It's just that the black mist pouring out of his body was obviously much thicker than the others.
If Xu Luo could see Shi Hu's expression now, he would definitely be confused.
But before Shi Hu could react, a black-robed figure made entirely of countless worms floated up from where the scholar's body fell.
Shi Hu roared in anger, jumped up, and smashed the black-robed figure to pieces with one claw.
But the next moment, the black robes gathered again.
Shihu swatted it down again with one claw, and the black mist that had not yet completely condensed was shattered into pieces again.
But the strands of black mist continue to gather together...
After a while, no matter what method Shi Hu used, the black-robed figures still gathered together unswervingly, and then slowly floated upward, as if there was something outside that was deeply attracting it.
Finally, Shi Hu screamed angrily and simply jumped back to the altar. The figure in black robes curled up like light smoke and penetrated directly through the roof of the temple.
But the next moment, a loud noise exploded in the air, and countless worms turned into black mist and sputtered in all directions.
Xu Luo sighed secretly, he knew what the scholar saw.
This may also be the reason why he finally became obsessed with it and became a weirdo.
No wonder this vision of prayer seems to be two unrelated scenes put together.
Sure enough, the black-robed figure appeared again, but this time he suddenly raised his head and looked at Shi Hu, or rather at Xu Luo, who was possessing him.
On the face without any facial features, a slender crack opened at the mouth.
"Look at me, am I a human being or a trickster?"
The voice was gentle and gentle, exactly the question Xu Luo had heard once.
Before he finished speaking, Xu Luo felt that the world was spinning, and his spiritual consciousness had suddenly appeared in the dilapidated mountain temple in reality.
He looked confused. He had been killing monsters for so long and had broken many prayer visions. However, this was the first time that a monster had actively kicked him out.
Yes, he was kicked out by the black-robed scholar.
At this time, Xu Luo was lying on the ground in a miserable state, his body hurting from the countless gravel beneath him.
Not far away, there was a broken and ferocious tiger head. It seemed that his last stone tiger claw could not escape.
When Xu Luohuan looked around, he suddenly realized that no wonder he wanted to kick himself out. Originally, it could no longer hold on!
I saw that at this time, the ruined temple was already filled with blue light.
The green beards of the useless bamboo have wrapped around the entire ruined temple like a spider's thread entangling its prey.
The black mist that originally filled the entire space was reduced to a small group of the scholar's head, which appeared in front of Xu Luo's eyes.
"Look at me... I'm human... I'm a trick..."
The crack in the scholar's mouth kept opening and closing, and he was still mumbling to himself.
Xu Luo blurted out subconsciously.
"That depends on whether you want to be a human being or a trickster?"
"I want to do..."
The squirming crack in his head suddenly stopped, as if the program had crashed, but the remaining word could not be uttered.
Xu Luo secretly mentioned caution, no matter how pitiful he was about the scholar, this was no reason to let it become a strange thing and harm people!
The most important thing is that he can't find it now. Where can those beasts who committed such heartless killings in the vision of prayer go to eliminate the obsession of the scholar and allow him to reincarnate safely?
"I want to... do..."
Likou kept uttering these words, but the last word couldn't come out.
Just like a schizophrenic, that terrifying flat face began to gradually distort and bulge.
Mouth, nose, eyes...
The acupoints of the facial features appeared one by one, and then sunk down and turned into a blank slate.
Xu Luo looked at him with eyes that gradually showed a touch of pity.
He has a lot of great truths that he can tell the scholar, which might make the scholar give up his obsession and avoid being swallowed up by the fushengzhu.
But Xu Luo opened and closed his lips, but could not spit out a word.
If you haven’t suffered from others, you haven’t encouraged others to do good!
He had understood this truth a long time ago, but he only realized it when he encountered it. How uncomfortable it is to watch a person staggering forward on a road with no hope!
He was silent here. Although Wu Shengzhu was restrained by Xu Luo's mind, he slowed down his devouring speed.
But it is never modest when it comes to food.
After swallowing up all the sinister auras in other parts of the ruined temple, countless green beards stretched out their tips and pierced into the remaining black mist like sharp thorns.
The head let out a dull howl, and countless black mist suddenly dispersed from the face.
At this moment, the facial features that were changing all the time returned to their respective positions, and a thin and handsome face appeared in front of Xu Luo. It was the scholar who died in the ruined temple.
He first looked at Xu Luo, and then looked around as if he was looking for something.
But at this time, the ruined temple had long since changed, and it no longer had half of its original scenery.
The scholar's brows furrowed sharply, and there was a faint glimmer of green light on his face surrounded by black mist.
He seemed to understand something and smiled sadly.
"When I witnessed the tragic death of Qing Niang Bao'er, I was always in a state of confusion. There was only one thought left in my heart. As long as I could get revenge, what if I became a monster?
But now it seems that after half a lifetime of studying and understanding, I still want to be an individual in my heart.
Be a human being..."
As he spoke, the green light quickly dispersed the black mist that filled the scholar's face.
Xu Luo stopped in vain to stop Wu Shengzhu, even though he still had many questions in his heart that he wanted to ask the scholar.
For example, in what year did this happen, for example, do you know who those people are...