Turns out I'm the protagonist's golden finger

On a rainy night, under a violent storm, the small ruined temple is like a child who is still in its infancy, powerless to resist.There were creaking sounds of about to collapse everywhere, the wind blew past, and the tattered curtain made ghostly noises.The dilapidated eaves were dripping with rain, and the walls on all sides were stained with a large amount of water.You don't need to look to know that the stagnant water outside has risen to the bluestone steps that were broken in half, and may have swallowed the stone steps.

The cool wind came in with rain, and it blew on the rain-wet clothes, like thousands of ice needles piercing the back, making people tremble uncontrollably.

Fortunately, they had a fire to dry the wet clothes.

the fire dies down,

The man who looked like a scholar threw a piece of firewood into it.Unexpectedly, these firewood have been drenched with water, so it is not easy to burn.As soon as the scholar lost it, he extinguished the fire.The small temple is not spacious at all, and once the fire is extinguished, the smoke will fill the entire small temple, making it impossible to hide.The cold wind and warm fire that were originally evenly matched have changed, and the cold wind is at the peak, becoming more rampant, and blowing the smoke thicker.

"Cough cough cough!" The scholar wanted to make amends. The child next to him was one step ahead of him and used a small wooden stick to push the firewood away. When the wind blew again, the fire miraculously returned and the smoke slowed down. Dissipates slowly, leaving only a little pungent smell.

The other two monks lowered their hands covering their noses, only to realize that there were not three people in the temple, but a seven or eight-year-old child.

The few people didn't know each other well, but because of the heavy rain, they had already reported their homes to each other, and the rain continued all night. At this time, they were bored and stared at the fire.

The scholar-like surname Wang Mingyu, from Hetong, is a scholar who is going to Beijing for the exam.The other two, Ji Jiao and Hou Fang, are monks who travel all over the world and make their homes all over the world.Jiang Zhao's gaze rested on the child on the far side who hugged the fire to keep warm, and it should be the young Shen Chi.

Jiang Zhao stood outside the house, it was raining heavily, but he didn't feel anything.

This is Shen Chi's memory, he is just a bystander.

Jiang Zhao stepped into the temple.

call--

A gust of evil wind broke in, the fire was rattling, and a little spark burned the child's hand.

The child was in pain and wanted to change places, but his legs and feet were numb due to sitting on his knees for too long, and he fell backwards and bumped into a god statue.

The temple has been abandoned for an unknown amount of time, with dead grass everywhere, and the colors of the god statues have been eroded to pieces. There is no seriousness and kindness, only horror that resembles a human being.

As soon as the child bumped into it, the hand of the statue holding the jade bottle fell down together with the jade bottle, and turned into a pile of dust on the ground.

"Be careful." Wang Yu pulled the child over, with more blame than concern in his eyes.

"Don't be noisy!"

Ji Jiao closed his eyes and meditated, his brows arched when he heard this.

In this heavy rain, the sound of the rain filled the world, how could it be noisy after just a few words?Wang Yu didn't want to offend others, he just felt dissatisfied in his heart.

Squeak!

The wind blew in again, Wang Yu felt his cheeks were so cold that he was dying, he tightened his clothes, leaned on his Shen Chi without any movement, and stared at the door.

There was only one page left of the door of the ruined temple, and there was a big hole in that page. Outside the door, the rain fell like a bead curtain, sending in a gust of wind from time to time.

Out of the four, Hou Fang was the least dressed, a thin summer Taoist robe. The strange thing was that he didn't seem to feel the cold, he was far away from the fire, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Jiang Zhao chose a place to sit down, they couldn't see him and couldn't touch him, he could see them but couldn't touch them.

Why did Shen Chi show him this memory?Could it be that he was hunted down by his enemies since he was a child?Jiang looked at the child who was only eight years old.

Shen Chi's appearance remained largely unchanged, so Jiang Zhao could recognize him at a glance.

Shen Chi was rounder and cuter when he was a child, his pupils were like a small mirror, clearly imprinting the shadows of things in front of him.Although he is young, his demeanor does not have the romantic innocence of having no children, and he has a calmness beyond his age.

Shen Chi didn't know that someone was watching him, he focused on the rain outside the door, as if trying to see something from the rain.

Jiang Zhao followed his gaze and his heart stopped.

There was a woman standing outside the door, she was covered in blood, her hair was hanging down to cover her eyes and most of her face, and she was holding a knife in her hand.

The blood on the knife was still wet, and the blood dripped on the ground with a thud.

What's even more weird is that other people in the temple behaved very naturally to the woman's arrival.Wang Yu even invited her in to enjoy the fire.

Jiang Zhao's head was buzzing. Could it be that only Shen Chi could see that woman's terrifying appearance? !

The woman raised her cold lips and sat floating beside Wang Yu.

The two Taoist priests didn't seem to notice it at all, they each did their own thing, closed their eyes and rested their minds, and their minds wandered too far away.

With Cai Jijiao's warning just now, Wang Yu didn't open his mouth to break the silence, but looked at the woman with a smile, as if he was an old acquaintance with her.Shen Chi took out a piece of cold charcoal and secretly drew symbols on the clothes.

The woman smiled strangely, her lips looked like a gash on her face, and she asked Wang Yu, "He, who is he?"

Ji Jiao seemed to have fallen asleep, and Wang Yu said reassuringly, "He is from my family. He has no father and no mother. He was adopted by my family. Because he is naturally sneaky, my parents asked me to take him to the gymnasium to record his fate." It is a local custom that some children are weak and sick, so they are sent to the nearby Taoist temples to practice in the fairy mountains, so as to increase their merits and prolong their lives.

Jiang Zhao is not feeling well. This Wang Yu said that Shen Chi is his family and adopted son, so why is his dress completely opposite to Shen Chi's?Those who didn't know thought it was the young master who took the little servant out on a trip!

The woman stretched out her hand with long nails to touch Shen Chi, she couldn't stop murmuring: "What a cute child."

Anyone would be terrified, but the people around Shen Chi all looked calm, even more indifferent than Jiang Zhao who was watching the show.

"Why?" Jiang Zhao couldn't help asking.

The child's deep black pupils seemed to be able to suck people in. He quickly dodged the woman's hand and flicked the talisman on his sleeve. The woman seemed to be burned by something, and retracted her hand.

"Ah!" The woman threw herself on Wang Yu in fear.

"Slap!" Wang Yu slapped him, and said to Shen Chi viciously, "What did you do to Qiongniang!"

A blush quickly appeared on Shen Chi's face. Seeing this, Jiang Zhao couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over to snatch the child.

Return the family!So indiscriminate!

The other two Taoist priests have nothing to do with themselves.

This is so wrong.

What happened to them?

Jiang Zhao backed away, only to realize that there was a white spider the size of a man crawling on the beam in the temple.

Its silk hangs down on the heads of Ji Jiao, Hou Fang, and Wang Yu. They look like marionettes being manipulated by spiders.

"Let's go!" Jiang Zhao shouted at the child.

Shen Chi didn't move, he couldn't hear Jiang Zhao's voice at all, he held Wang Yu's hand, not wanting to leave him.But Wang Yu, who was controlled by the spider, completely listened to the woman Qiongniang's words and kept beating and scolding him.

Shen Chi just pulled Wang Yu to take him away.

The more and more spider threads weaved, the two monks showed no signs of waking up.Wang Yu didn't feel sober at all, and was even controlled by the spider silk to kill Shen Chi with a knife!

Run!

The silly boy!

Jiang Zhao couldn't use spells, and couldn't change anything at all, he could only watch all this helplessly.

"Turn it on." Jiang Zhao turned on the device on the right pupil, and the detection box actually showed "Used."

I obviously haven't used it!

Jiang Zhao didn't know why, so he asked the big civet cat.

The big civet cat said: "Yesterday, your test on me and Xue Xi has exhausted the energy of the tester. You have to wait a month before you can use it."

Dare to say that the tester can only be used twice a month.

"Oh!" The two wrestled together.

Jiang Zhao immediately looked back, and the whole person froze.

Wang Yu looked at the knife pierced into his heart in disbelief, and spat out a small mouthful of blood.

The hand holding the knife is so small that it makes people mistakenly think that he has no ability to kill.So Wang Yu didn't guard against him taking the knife at all, let alone that he would stab the knife into his body.

Looking along those hands, the child's face was painted, his teeth were gritted, and his eyes were as cold as ice.In those eyes, there is no joy of bloodthirsty, no guilt of wrongly killing, but there is only stagnant water without waves.

Wang Yu's eyes widened, and he saw his shadow in those eyes, and in a flash, only blackness remained.

Shen Chi drew the knife and slid towards Qiongniang.

"I didn't expect you to be capable." Qiongniang hurriedly avoided the sharp blade, looking very scared.

"A little monster like you, you are not afraid of thunder after killing so many people?" Shen Chi's voice was especially childish, but his tone was strong, and his hand holding the knife was steady, as if he had been practicing for a long time. Couldn't be more familiar.

"You killed someone too!" Qiongniang's eyes turned red, and she said temptingly, "Son, help me kill those two Taoist priests again. They have cultivated and I can't control them. As long as you help me, I will kill them." The inner alchemy is given to you, so you don't have to be afraid of sneaking anymore."

"It's a beautiful thought." Shen Chi stabbed with a knife, and Qiongniang screamed. She didn't expect this child to be so resolute and unmoved.

The blade pierced through the air with a sound, but it did not kill Qiongniang.

Because someone held the tip of the knife tightly.

It's waiting!

Qiongniang hides behind Hou Fang and instigates: "Prince Taoist, save me! This child is possessed by demons, he has already killed his relatives, and he wants to kill me again!"

This monster is really disgusting.

Jiang Zhao became nervous for Shen Chi. How could an eight-year-old child resist a monk who had practiced for many years?

Shen Chi took a step back, like a swift leopard, Hou Fang seemed to have a little consciousness left, and did not attack Shen Chi for a long time.

"Hurry up!" Qiongniang ordered.

Hou Fang was a little slow, and Shen Chi quickly picked up the still hot fire with a knife and threw it over.Dust flew up, and then, Shen Chi turned around, made a detour, and ran out from the main entrance!

Jiang Zhao followed quickly.

Shen Chi's figure looked extraordinarily thin in the rainy night.The endless rain seemed to be pouring down from the Tianhe River, and the sky was as drowsy as a dam that would collapse at any time.The distant mountains overlap, and the rain flickers.

Hou Fang chased after him, using the magic talisman as a medium to chase after Shen Chi.

Shen Chi turned his head and cut off the talisman with a knife, and the broken talisman was restored again, and even split into four and eight pieces and pasted on the branches, blocking his way.

The branches, brought to life by the spell, stretched out like ghostly hands, trying to catch him.Shen Chi cut them off with a knife.

The dead branches that fell to the ground were still opening and closing, Shen Chi kicked them away, and soon they were washed away by the rain.

Rainwater ran down his forehead into his eyes and slid down his chin into his collar.Jiang Zhao thought of a rainy day many years ago, when he came home drenched like this, and was scolded by the dean's aunt.

What Shen Chi is about to face at this moment is not a warm meal and a bowl of thick ginger soup, but a monk who is far superior to him and controlled by monsters!

brush!Two magic talismans were thrown like feather arrows, Shen Chi quickly dodged and got into the bushes.

he came!

Jiang Zhao used his spiritual sense to find Hou Fang's figure. He was carrying a huge white spider on his back, and he was searching the small forest with the Heavenly Talisman on his feet.

The white spider entangled his body with threads, and he had completely become a vassal of the white spider.

If caught by him, it will be over!