The real test is never the demons inside, but the fog outside.
From the very beginning, the pamphlet made it very clear that our mission was to come to Nanshan Temple to resist the fog.
"No wonder the demons inside, although they seemed to have a lot of demonic energy, weren't actually that strong. So that's why!"
Looking at all this, I sighed softly.
"Brother Chen, what should we do now? It seems like the fog is spreading in, and the five of us are probably not enough!"
Old Dao sounded a bit flustered, and when I glanced at his pants, good heavens, he'd peed again.
I gently comforted Lao Dao, telling him that since we were already here, we should make the best of it. Although the fog was terrifying, it wasn't insurmountable at the moment. As long as we searched diligently, we would definitely be able to find a way.
At this moment, Ji Xinglan remained conscious. She looked around intently and finally spoke.
"Uncle Dao, you're wrong. There aren't just five of us. There are other people too!"
After Ji Xinglan finished speaking, she pointed to the women and monks in the temple.
My eyes lit up. Yes, I hadn't taken these monks and women seriously before.
However, after Ji Xinglan's reminder, I also noticed their role.
Even the weakest can contribute their share.
"Old Luo, let's do as Ji Xinglan says, let's put these monks and women together!"
With a wave of my hand, I made a decisive decision. I'm not the kind of saint who believes that to survive, we should unite all forces that can be united.
"The mind is like a restless horse!"
I shouted loudly to the monks not far away, and soon, the two distracted young monks came over.
I briefly explained my task to them, and after hearing what I said, they were both a little confused.
“Benefactor, we monks are fine, but the female benefactors behind us, they can’t offer any help!”
The two men, their minds wandering, exchanged a glance and then complained to me that, so far, they didn't support my decision.
After listening, I just shook my head and told them that this was a time of crisis, and if they didn't unite, they would all probably die.
After much hesitation and agonizing, he finally agreed.
At this point, all they knew was that so many women were hidden beneath the temple, and that these women were oppressed by the Red Stone. However, they probably didn't know the specific relationship between these women and the monks.
And so we split up. Luo Tianhe, Ant, and Lao Dao led the monk to the east, west, and north gates to defend against the attack.
Because I just discovered through the Sky Eye that the fog at the East, West, and North gates is actually the weakest.
The real pressure comes from the south gate.
I took Ji Xinglan to talk to those women and told them about the crisis the temple was facing.
And they repeatedly emphasized that it was permissible to stay and resist voluntarily.
To my surprise, of the two hundred-plus women, apart from a small number who were indeed quite old, the rest all agreed with my decision and were eager to try to protect the temple.
People had already passed through the east, west, and north gates. As for the south gate, I brought a small group of monks and the remaining two hundred or so women.
We divided these women into several teams, and I picked the one who looked the most capable and had the strongest appeal.
The woman was probably in her forties, and her face exuded competence.
I don't know why, but when I saw this woman, I felt a natural affinity for her.
It's a natural sense of intimacy.
Driven by this curiosity, I asked the woman her name.
The woman told me her name was Ji Yunzhi.
"Another surname like that?" I suddenly became interested and asked him which Ji he was, the Ji of Ji Xiaolan?
Ji Yunzhi told me that the "Ji" in "Jihao" means "mark".
Upon hearing this, my pupils contracted.
This familiar line reminded me of an old acquaintance, Xiaomi.
Could it be that this woman has some connection with Xiaomi?
After all, these are people from more than two hundred years ago, and all of them, including the people who have appeared so far, have some connection with me. They might even be ancestors of Xiaomi or something.
Because this surname is really very rare.
Just then, I noticed that Ji Xinglan's expression was off, so I quickly sent her a telepathic message to ask what was wrong.
Ji Xinglan told me that this Ji Yunzhi was indeed her great-great-grandmother.
"Not the same person, right?"
I frowned and deliberately sent a telepathic message to Ji Xinglan.
Ji Xinglan told me that she had lied to me before, that she changed her surname later, and that her original surname was the "Ji" in "mark".
After hearing that, all I can say is "Fuck you!"
This is absolutely outrageous, utterly outrageous!
I'm completely convinced by Ji Xinglan now. When it comes to lying, Ji Xinglan has absolutely no bottom line. I almost believed her before.
I swear that from this moment on, I will carefully consider every word Ji Xinglan says.
"Uncle Chen, I really didn't mean to lie to you. This is truly the last time. Please believe me!"
Ji Xinglan sensed my disappointment and immediately sent me a telepathic message. This time, I was in no mood to explain anything and simply told him to fight against the black mist.
Just then, the special black patch in my pocket started to glow, and it also started to vibrate inside my pocket.
I didn't dare to delay and quickly took it out; its light became extremely dazzling.
It was like a beam of light that pierced straight through the sky.
"What! What's going on?"
I was a little confused; this was a path I had never imagined.
At this moment, Ji Yun looked at the piece of iron and understood.
"Master, this piece of iron should have been found in the room where we were being held, right?"
Ji Yun leaned over and asked me.
I nodded, and then tentatively asked Ji Yun if she knew about this.
Ji Yun said that when she first came to this room, there was no mark on the wall, but as time went by, the mark became more and more obvious.
Ji Yun was also curious as to why the mark turned into a piece of iron and fell off the wall.
After hearing Ji Yun's words, I was even more dumbfounded.
"Auntie, you mean that this wasn't a piece of metal at first, but just a mark on the wall, and it wasn't a piece of metal until you were rescued, right?"
I asked Ji Yun to confirm, and Ji Yun nodded in agreement.
A bold idea instantly popped into my head.
Perhaps, to get rid of this evil fog, we really need the help of this piece of iron!
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