After sending the message to Jing Cheng, Qin Yan found that he had been separated from the people from the Taoist Association.
He did not panic. When he felt a burning sensation somewhere on his chest, he immediately took out the amulet from his arms.
The amulet was glowing faintly at this moment, as if reminding him that there was danger here.
Qin Yan had a premonition in his heart that with so many people walking in the hall, it was impossible for there to be no sound at all. However, the environment around him was too quiet at this moment.
The silence was eerily quiet.
In the dark, especially in a quiet environment, people's brains tend to work much more flexibly than during the day.
When ordinary people encounter this kind of atmosphere, they usually can't help imagining terrifying scenes in their minds, such as there is a "person" following you from behind, something on the ceiling staring at you, there are unknown creatures in the dark observing your every move, and even the air is filled with unstable elements.
However, Qin Yan is not an ordinary person.
His mind was also working, but all he could recall were the scenes of Jing Cheng and him getting along.
Every time he encountered danger, Jing Cheng was always the first to appear, standing in front of him, and the sentence he said to him most often was: "Are you okay?"
...
...
“…”
Qin Yan lowered his head and reflected on himself, wondering why he was always shorter than Jing Cheng.
After thinking for a long time, he came to the conclusion that Jing Cheng's fighting power was too high, which made the others look like useless pieces that held them back. Since he had the best relationship with Jing Cheng and was the closest to him, he became the biggest "piece of cake".
This is a very unfortunate self-perception.
Young Master Qin sighed, and inexplicably felt a sense of inferiority in his heart. He felt that Jing Cheng chose to be with him because he had defiled her.
He once again suspected that he might have thought the same in his previous life, so that "he" never expressed his true feelings from beginning to end, and until his death, "he" and "Jing Cheng" were just friends.
The closest and also the farthest distance.
The phone has no signal, and the screen is still on the WeChat interface from half an hour ago.
He only needed to lower his eyes slightly to see what was on the screen.
Yan: We are on the outskirts of the scenic area, in a six-story commercial building, and the east gate is open.
Yan: It's very weird here, the yin energy is very strong, and the cell phone signal is sometimes good and sometimes weak.
Yan: [Hiding in the corner and shivering.jpg]
Big Orange: [It’s okay, I’m here, hold me and cuddle with me.jpg]
inflammation:……
Big Orange: Fu Le said that you can use WeChat to send your location, you can try it.
Yan: [Location Information]
Big Orange: [Oh.jpg]
The last facial expression was a GIF of a big-headed cute rabbit blinking. As Qin Yan looked at it, he suddenly felt that emoticons were a magical thing. Maybe the person replying the message had no emotional fluctuations, but with a cute emoticon, it would give the person on the other end a slightly ambiguous association.
However, he knew that this was impossible.
Just as he was planting mushrooms dejectedly, a thin voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Follow me."
Qin Yan: “?”
Was he hallucinating?
He raised his head sharply and looked around vigilantly.
The mobile phone screen was glowing, but the light that penetrated the air told him: there was no one here.
Qin Yan took a few steps forward and looked around. Apart from his deliberately heavy footsteps, there was no other sound.
So he was really hallucinating?
Before he could relax, he heard someone snort, and an irresistible force suddenly grabbed the corner of his coat.
The next second, his body froze, and like a puppet, he walked in one direction involuntarily.
Qin Yan: “………………”
This is really weird!
Fortunately, Qin Yan had experienced many supernatural events during this period and his psychological quality was far superior to that of ordinary people, so he did not immediately scream for help.
——But he soon found that he couldn't open his mouth at all.
It was as if he had really turned into a speechless puppet.
Qin Yan's eyelids twitched, his fingers felt cold, and he felt that he might really be in trouble here.
The only sound in the hall was his stiff footsteps.
The amulet tightly held in his hand was as quiet as a chicken, as if it was just an ordinary piece of yellow paper, without any reminder.
Qin Yan's mind was full of thoughts. He believed Jing Cheng that the amulet could not be useless.
But the current situation...does it mean that he is not in danger yet?
He calmed himself down and relaxed his body. Things had not yet reached the worst point. Maybe he would be able to see Jing Cheng soon?
.
"Does anyone of you have cow's tears?"
"I brought it. I brought it."
"Hurry up and take it out. Share it with everyone. Be careful to drop it on the eyelids, not in the eyeballs."
"Hiss—it's so cold."
"Be careful! You hit my eyes!"
A disciple quietly approached him and asked hesitantly, "Director Zhang, don't you want it? I brought a small bottle with me."
Zhang Jinhuai looked at their frantic movements in silence and shook his head, "No need."
The disciple did not turn around and leave after hearing this, but hesitated for a moment and said, "But if you don't shed cow tears, how can you see it..."
Zhang Jinhuai took a look at him and recognized that the young Taoist priest in front of him was from the Maoshan lineage, not their Zhang family.
Zhang Jinhuai didn't waste any time explaining anything to him. Instead, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, bit his fingertips, and gently wiped the blood on his forehead and eyelids, leaving three light red marks.
Then he chanted in a low voice: "...Heaven and earth combine into three fires, grant me the Dharma Eye to see yin and yang!"
When I opened my eyes again, they were bright and the scene I saw was completely different from before.
The Maoshan disciples standing by watched the whole thing and were dumbfounded.
"What are you surprised about?" Zhang Jinhuai asked curiously, "Isn't this the magic method of opening the Yin-Yang eyes that has been passed down in your Maoshan for thousands of years? You don't know how to use it?"
The Maoshan disciple looked embarrassed: "...I don't know how."
The expression on Zhang Jinhuai's face was very nice.
The Maoshan disciple lowered his head in frustration. He had only been in the Taoist sect for two years and had only learned a lot of theoretical knowledge, which he had not memorized yet. How could he use Taoist magic? He thought that he had already walked ahead of others by bringing cow's tears with him this time, but he didn't expect that there would always be a mountain higher than the other.
Why would a capable Taoist priest need cow's tears?
Zhang Jinhuai thought that it was no wonder that Jing Cheng always acted condescending and looked down on them. As an insider, he felt very disappointed with them.
He doesn't know any Taoist magic, but he was able to join the Taoist Association.
What the hell is this!
He had taken over the Pipe Association for less than two years, and he had not yet had time to figure out who his subordinates were.
But it is well known that the two people before him were just sitting there doing nothing. I am afraid that a lot of fake people have sneaked into the Taoist Association in those years.
Zhang Jinhuai thought with a grim expression that the Taoist Association should be overhauled.
After shedding the cow's tears, the Taoists rubbed their eyes and when they raised their heads again, they saw a group of pale-faced ghosts standing densely in the direction not far in front of them.
Almost every ghost looked miserable, with missing arms and legs, blood all over their faces, and some even held their own heads in their arms...
Some of them were floating in the air, some were lying on the ground, and some were hiding in the corners. They all looked at them with ferocious expressions.
There are at least fifty or sixty of them.
Taoists: “…………”
After all this time, have they been surrounded by these ghosts?
It’s terrifying when you think about it.
The more they thought about it, the more horrified they became, and they couldn't help but take a step back.
“Oh my god—!”
"Oh my gosh, you scared me!"
“There are so many…”
…
On the other side, Qin Yan and Jing Cheng stared at each other for a while, and finally couldn't stand it anymore and cursed: "Fuck, is this the end?"
Jing Cheng: “…”
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I haven't typed for a few days. My hand is so rusty_(:з」∠)_
Reflect on myself and finish this small copy tomorrow.
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