Chapter 51: Are you happy making money with blood? (29) “Bang,…
In the eyes of Gongbu's disciples, Baima is already the core figure of the Tumba family, second only to Gongbu himself and Aji, so no one would doubt her. Three monks with superb skills immediately stood up and followed Baima away. Before leaving, Baima looked deeply at the woods under the night sky.
Si Ling, who was hidden in the depths of darkness, nodded silently at her. After the four of them walked away, Si Ling looked at the remaining four monks.
Two of the three people Bai Ma took away were main targets, but none of the four people were main targets. This may indirectly prove that their strength is limited.
Si Ling took a deep breath, moved away, and floated towards the four people.
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Not far away, Baima led three monks to the street where the convenience store was located and stopped in front of the store. "Gongbu Master said that we'll need a lot of water for the ritual later, so he asked us to bring back some bottled mineral water. I need to call for help, so you guys go buy some... maybe three or four boxes. We'll meet you in front of the store later."
Use mineral water for cooking.
This might seem out of place, but as time goes by, this is how everyone incorporates the Five Elements into their practices. It's said that some Taoists will buy peachwood perfume from major brands for exorcism. The raw materials are reliable and portable, making it much more convenient than grinding peachwood powder yourself.
...So, compared to Aji, these three people cannot be said to have suffered from lack of education. They were ruined by insufficient communication.
However, since all the chaos happened within a single day, they did not have the opportunity to communicate much and had no way of knowing where the rules and strange things existed.
The three of them readily agreed and walked into the convenience store without hesitation. The bell hanging above the glass door rang, and the clerk standing behind the cashier on the left smiled politely, "Welcome."
The three ignored him and walked straight to the back of the convenience store. Various drinks were on the shelves at the end, and whole boxes of water were stacked in the corner next to the shelves.
But just as they were lifting the first box of water, a neatly laid A4 paper appeared out of thin air on top of the second box of water.
"——To ensure the shopping experience of all customers, please strictly abide by the following rules:"
①This store is a fully self-service convenience store with no staff. If you need help, please go to the self-service machine at the entrance of the store.
② There is only one cashier in this store. If you find two cashiers when checking out, please go back to the shopping area, pick up a bottle of mint chewing gum and go to the cashier again;
③ Please do not buy any food in green packaging, they are slaves of the devil;
④ Please be sure to purchase three items from different categories. However, unless you see an inverted pentagram during the shopping process, please do not purchase any oral products, including but not limited to toothbrushes, toothpaste, and mouthwash.
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"Look what this is," one of the monks noticed the paper first and immediately called out to the other two. The other two, who were carrying water, placed the water on the ground and absentmindedly leaned over to take a look.
When they saw the contents on the paper, surprise flashed across their faces. Then, the youngest one, who had been exposed to such works before, trembled his lips and said, "This is... This is..."
"It's a kid's prank, right?" murmured the oldest one.
——Fortunately, he was not stupid. This soliloquy was just a form of self-consolation. He quickly recognized the reality and was not stupid enough to attack the NPC.
Outside the convenience store, Bai Ma stared quietly at the glass door in front of him.
The triggering of the ghost story caused an independent barrier to form in the convenience store. What she saw outside the glass door was still a normal convenience store, and the figures of the three monks had completely disappeared as the barrier was activated.
There was a possibility of passing any rule story, and she wasn't sure if they would all be trapped in it, but even if it could only delay for a while, it would be great.
But deep down in her heart, she cruelly hoped that they would all die in there, or at least be contaminated and doomed to death.
She also admitted that the reason she chose the three of them was not only because she knew that their cultivation was far superior to the remaining four, but also because of personal grudges.
They are all Gongbu's most proud disciples. Although they are of the same generation as her, in fact even the youngest one is more than ten years older than her. The other two are old enough to be her elders.
But they...
Bai Ma bit her lips hard until the skin was broken. The fishy smell of blood seeped into her nostrils. She suddenly came to her senses, laughed hoarsely, and turned away.
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When she returned to her previous position, three of the four monks had already been dealt with by Si Ling and her team.
...Under the gloomy night, the silent manor, the pitch-black woods, and a hint of blood in the air, it really provides a great blessing for the horror effect, whether it is Chinese horror or Western horror.
Si Ling took advantage of the fact that the four people were separated by a barrier and quietly set up four independent barriers to separate them. Then he and Elizabeth and Fredis divided the work and took them down one by one.
Just when Si Ling had just dealt with the one she was responsible for, the unusual movement in the Rule Ghost Story not far away touched her senses. She jumped into the air and looked sideways. Everything around her was quiet. The sign in front of the convenience store was flashing red, green and yellow, which was particularly conspicuous in the night.
She didn't know that Bai Ma's idea was to bring three people into the ghost story. She was a little surprised for a moment, staring at the light board and smiled complicatedly: "Quite smart."
Then she looked closer and saw that Bai Ma had turned back and was only twenty or thirty meters away from her.
Just right, there is one last target left.
Si Ling turned around and flew towards Bai Ma, and landed unexpectedly in front of Bai Ma. Bai Ma, who was immersed in sad past, was frightened and couldn't help showing dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Sorry." Si Ling smiled and said, "Can you do me a favor?"
Three minutes later, the monk, who was concentrating on chanting, felt someone push his shoulder twice. He was so focused on helping Gongbu set up the barrier that he ignored it, but the person next to him was persistent. The monk could vaguely sense the other person's urgency and had to open his eyes and look sideways.
"Miss Bai Ma?" He saw Bai Ma squatting beside him, and couldn't help but look puzzled.
Bai Ma's eyes were filled with fear. She pointed blankly at his other side and said, "Brother...what happened?"
"Ah?" The monk looked over in confusion. Just now, due to the different barriers deep inside them, he was unaware of what was happening around him, but now, the bloody scene suddenly came into his sight.
All three of his fellow apprentices were dead. One was hung from a tree with a white silk scarlet, his face as purple as a pig's liver, his eyes wide open. Of the other two, one had his neck twisted, his veins, bones, and muscle clearly visible in the gruesome fracture. The other had his intestines ripped open, spilling out onto the aisle, and had been dragged a long way away.
"Ah!" The monk jumped up in fright and stepped back in panic.
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"Brother, what's going on? Are you going to tell me that you know nothing?" Bai Ma asked.
The monk's heart was startled. Even in his fear, he could hear the doubt in Baima's words.
but……
"Brother, what's going on? You want to tell me, don't you know anything——"
The same words were repeated again, word for word, but completely different from the previous one.
The monk could clearly hear these words coming almost right next to his ear. There was resentment in the faint female voice, and an unignorable yin energy seeped into the monk's neck, making his back cold and sweat dripping down his face, but he didn't have the courage to look back.
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"Brother, I died such a miserable death—" A strange smile seeped into the mournful complaint. The monk swallowed hard and finally turned his head...
As he turned back, every second felt like an eternity. He thought through every horrific scenario he could imagine. He could hear his own heartbeat and the chattering between his teeth. But when he turned completely around...
There is nothing behind me.
There was no Bai Ma, nor any other ghosts. The streets were empty and clean. Even the intestines of a fellow disciple scattered on the street were gone.
He looked at the sidewalk and the bushes beside him. The corpses with disemboweled stomachs and broken necks were gone. The bodies hanged from the trees with white silk were also nowhere to be found. He breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously tried to tell himself that it might have just been an illusion caused by his restless mind, but...
He then discovered that there were a few white silk threads scraping against the treetops.
At the place where the white silk was hung just now, there were a few very thin white silk threads floating. No matter how you looked at it, they were from the white silk, which were scraped off because the bark was rough.
The monk couldn't help but step back in shock. He was in a trance and unknowingly retreated to the aisle. "Beep beep!" The shrill sound of a vehicle's horn startled the monk. He quickly turned his head and saw a bus rushing towards him.
It seemed that the car was too close and the driver had no time to brake, so he had to honk the horn frantically. The bright headlights made him dizzy. At the critical moment, he seemed to react suddenly on his own, or as if pushed by some external force, he lunged forward. With a "buzz" sound behind him, the speeding car whizzed past him.
The monk breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard the sound of drums.
"Dong, Dong, Dong—"
A deep and rich voice with an ethereal resonance gradually came from afar. This sound was very familiar to him. It was the toba drum.
But this sound should appear in the temple where monks chant scriptures, not on a street like this.
The monk stood up in confusion and found that he was indeed in a temple.
This was a palace he was unfamiliar with, and he was absolutely certain he had never set foot here in his lifetime. Yet, the style here was familiar to him, the most common style on the plateau, built in a spacious and majestic style, though the lighting was dim.
In the center of the temple stood three golden statues, each seven or eight meters tall, their expressions both compassionate and stern. Surrounding these three statues was an open space five or six meters wide. At the other end of the open space, surrounding the four walls, stood other statues of various shapes, all about a meter tall.
The hall was already dimly lit, especially near the walls. Many of the statues were already ferocious, and in this darkness, they exuded a sinister air that made the viewers shudder.
In such an environment, the familiar sound of the Toba drum became soothing. The monk calmed himself down, telling himself that it was the guidance of the gods, and then followed the sound to find the way.
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