Daming's Bizarre Story: Painted Skin

Zhao Ran said: "Because you have experienced it, not only do you know that the temple will collapse, but you also know that everyone will die."

There is obviously no wind on the lake, but the people on the wooden raft feel as if there is a cold wind blowing from somewhere, penetrating into their skin, and the coolness keeps penetrating into their hearts. Lu Tao stammered: "Pan, Panying , you say, you say this is not true!"

He Panying looked around at those gazes, and said after a while: "It was Sun Qi who was killed by me, but I did it to save you! Zhaoxian is right, everyone who can remember will die for no reason. Missing. Gu Kuan died, Yan Dan died, I thought it was just my own nightmare, but when I saw Yang Danshu's body disappear, I understood that it was real. But it's different now, Last time everyone died in the collapsed temple, but this time is different, this time is different, we escaped!" He Panying had a strange excitement on his face, "We escaped the collapsed temple! "

Yes, it was different this time, he finally saved his classmates, instead of leading them into that place of death—a temple without Buddha.

It was quiet all around, except for He Panying's excited panting, no one spoke.

Zhao Ran asked, "What did you encounter behind the temple?"

He Panying shook her head lightly: "The last time there was a ghost behind the Buddhist temple, when I went to investigate, the temple collapsed."

Yang Wan sighed: "It's not uncommon for temples without Buddhas to hide ghosts after a long time."

"So you took Jin Yiwei to see it this time?" Zhao Ran asked.

He Panying said: "Now that I think about it, that ghost shouldn't have any malicious intentions. It might even show up specifically to save us. I wanted to go over to find out, but it's a pity that it didn't come this time." He said again Excited, "Maybe this is God's will, our lives are not to die, God sent a god to show us the way!"

Lu Tao asked: "Where is Su Qiyan? How did Su Qiyan die?!"

He Panying held the scroll and said: "Su Qiyan also regained her memory, I didn't want to, but if Su Qiyan hadn't tried her best to prevent everyone from coming out to investigate the situation last time, you wouldn't all have died in the temple, so I can't keep him! "

"But do you think this will save them?" Jia Chen slowly raised his head and asked.

He Panying said excitedly: "Why not, haven't we escaped now? We have escaped!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Tao, who had been chattering his upper and lower teeth, suddenly fell down on the wooden raft, and Zhu Yangguang who was beside him shouted loudly, "He's dead, he's dead!"

He Panying opened his eyes wide and murmured: "No, no, we escaped!"

But no matter how he refused to believe it, Lu Tao's body was gradually thinning, and then disappeared little by little, like melting in a lake, without a trace.

There was no one there, as if Lu Tao, who liked to express his opinions just now, never existed.

Gu Yan touched the big burden behind her, smiled miserably, and then fell down on the raft, the people gradually disappeared, and the raft suddenly became empty.

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He Panying stood up from the wooden raft in despair. He was the one who led these people into the temple without Buddha, and saw them being crushed under the temple with his own eyes. When he felt that he had finally saved them, Once again they disappeared from his sight.

"He Panying, you!" A Jin Yiwei who had followed He Panying on several patrols couldn't help but lose his voice while pointing at his body.

He Panying lowered his head, only to realize that he was also disappearing, and he smiled miserably: "It turns out... I'm not alive either."

The wind blows away people's shadows, and Jia Chen is the only one left on the crowded wooden raft, clearly with Jiuru.

Everyone was looking at Jia Chen, but after making an appointment for a stick of incense, he was still there, and the famous Jin Yiwei seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "There is finally a living person."

Zhao Ran looked at Jia Chen, he could see thirteen people, but he himself had ten: "How many times have you been here?"

Jia Chen slowly raised his head and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Mr. usually says you are smart, but I'm still a little bit unconvinced, but even I just figured out my own affairs, and you actually figured it out too."

Clearly said: "Why can't Gu Cheng see you? Because Gu Cheng should have seen you die before he died, so you don't exist in his memory, so he can't see you in the nightmare. So you can see thirteen people. Temple The last ghost...is actually you, you want to lead them out of the temple that will collapse."

Jia Chen nodded: "So He Panying didn't need to feel guilty, because maybe he just brought a group of dead souls to the Buddhist Temple, and he didn't kill them."

"My time is also different from yours. It is probably because I have reincarnated one more time than them, and many memories have begun to blur." Jia Chen smiled wryly, "To be precise, it should be that my brain started to sleep for a longer time."

Fu Heng frowned and said, "What's going on? Could it be that the academy has now become a ghost town?"

"It's not that the academy has become a ghost town..." Zhao Ran looked at Meng Chengtian before saying, "It's because we never left the Tree of Human Heads."

That's why he never heard from Lu Tian again.

As soon as he said this, Jin Yiwei felt more terrifying than meeting a ghost. Someone responded, "You, what do you mean we have also turned into fruits of human heads? How is this possible? We obviously came all the way here normally!"

Fu Heng looked at Meng Chengtian: "Maybe I have to ask Mr. Meng about this matter, what is that grass you burned...?"

Meng Chengtian smiled, but looked at Zhaoran: "You finally figured it out..."

As soon as his words fell, the Jinyi guards all drew their knives out of their sheaths, and the guards behind Meng Chengtian also drew their knives, but Meng Chengtian said leisurely: "I think you should think about how to get out of here now!"

Fu Heng raised his hand to stop the emotional Jin Yiwei, and then looked at Meng Chengtian: "Since Mr. Meng came in, I think you have a way to leave."

Meng Chengtian shook his head: "To be honest, I don't know how to get out of Human Head Tree, but I came in because I was curious about how you guys would get out of here." He looked at Zhao Ran with a smile, "How to get out of here? In reincarnation, over and over again, always seeming to know each other, but never knowing the correct answer, everyone you meet doesn’t know whether it’s true or not, and you don’t even know if it’s you, and how many of you are there... Disordered time , the increasingly blurred truth..." His eyes slowly shifted from Zhao Ran's face to Jiu Ru's face, and he smiled slightly: "How heavy is the haze on Lanruo Mountain. I really want to know, you guys How should I leave?"

Zhao Ran looked at Meng Chengtian, and suddenly felt dazed. He turned his head to look at Jiuru, and he didn't know where the fog started, and the entire lake seemed to be covered with a curtain of fog.

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"My lord, don't listen to his nonsense, kill him first." Several Jin Yiwei shouted.

Fu Heng waved his hand, turned to look at Yang Wan: "What do you think?"

Yang Wan had a frowning face, stopped swinging the compass in his hand, and sighed: "Sure enough, it is a temple without Buddha, and it is easy to get into ghosts. Now we seem to be having a nightmare. Generally speaking, we have to wake up from a nightmare. There are only two ways."

Hearing that there was a solution, all Jin Yiwei cheered up, and a famous Jin Yiwei couldn't help asking: "Which two?"

"Wake up by yourself, or someone else wakes you up."

"The Taoist priest really knows how to joke, is this a solution?" Everyone couldn't help but disappointed.

Yang Wan replied honestly: "It's really not a good idea."

"Usually... when I wake up from a nightmare, I either fell off a cliff or was killed..." a famous Jin Yiwei stammered, "Here... are we jumping into the lake?"

Fu Heng pondered for a while: "It's a way. You can try it. If someone wakes up, you can wake up everyone here."

"But this is the human head tree, and it is controlling us now, not an ordinary nightmare." Someone retorted, "If we commit suicide here, the one outside... will really die himself."

Yang Wan nodded: "It's very possible! Just like those students, maybe they didn't die outside, but were crushed to death by the temple here, so they can really think that they are dead, and they are really dead."

There was silence on the lake again, and the veil gradually came over.

Zhao Ran raised his head, Jiu Ru had already said before him: "I'll do it."

"Sir!" Zhao Ran was taken aback, "I'll be fine if I come!"

Jiuru turned his head, the heavy fog covered his expression like a mask, but his voice seemed to be clearer, with a hint of a smile on it: "Zhaoxian, I'm Mr., I should protect you. "

"No!" Clearly and inexplicably objected fiercely, "No, let me do it, I won't die."

Jiu Ru smiled: "No one can't die, the difference lies in whether the death is worthwhile or not. Here I die because of the righteousness of the teacher. If you die, there is no student who will die in vain for Mr. gone."

"Jiu Ru!" Zhao Ran hadn't finished his sentence when he suddenly felt Jiu Ru's hand on top of his head and said with a smile, "Jiu Ru...that's a good name. It's as constant as the moon, rising like the sun." .It’s like a hill like a mound, like a hill like a mausoleum, like a river coming from afar. Like the luxuriance of pines and cypresses, everything can be inherited. There’s also a life like Nanshan, which won’t collapse. Look, I’ll live a long life.”

He stood up and spread his hands: "I don't like Shenhu, give me a knife!"

Jin Yiwei glanced at Fu Heng, saw him groaning slightly, took off his saber and handed it over.

Zhaoran wanted to grab his knife, but he had no choice but to look up at Jiuru and take the knife. Jiuru looked at the knife in his hand and smiled, "Ah Xian, a temple with a Buddha on its back is easy to attract ghosts, don't let me Carry it too."

After he finished speaking, he faced the direction of Shuiyue, and even Meng Chengtian stood up slowly at this moment, and said in a nine-ruman voice: "Fate is like water, danger is like dew in the morning, and the scenery of a lifetime is enough to meet you. People are in the water." The center is silent, and the clouds go to the sky and the moon is bright." He said the last word, swung a knife to kill himself, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Zhaoran's eyes widened, he thought he would cry, but there were no tears.