Slag attack classification system

Everyone avoided the silent gaze of the statue at the entrance of the Buddhist temple and walked inside.

The walls are wet and wet, with water droplets falling, making a "tick-tick" sound on the ground, and the wooden pillars are carved with strange patterns, some are painted with snakes, some are painted with frogs, Some paintings are of fish... Contrary to the peaceful atmosphere in ordinary temples, there is a dampness everywhere.

It's like another world.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom—"

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom—"

From the small room in the middle of the Buddhist temple came the knocking sound after another, like a monk knocking on a wooden fish. The sound was so dense that people not only did not feel calm after listening to it, but became more irritable.

Everyone moved cautiously to the small room, where there was only a short and small wooden door, inside it was dark and faint, and 14 slippers were placed outside, as if they had been waiting for them for a long time.

The girls stepped back one after another and moved closer to the boys beside them.

Zhao Zhenhe also stepped back, reflexively approaching Tang Zhi.

"Wait a minute, there seems to be writing on it." Zhao Zhenhe happened to find the small writing on the wall when he stepped back.

On the gray painted wall are engraved a few small characters, crooked: If you want to survive, you have to talk to the monk inside for more than 10 minutes.

is a simplified Chinese character.

"What? Is it possible to die inside?" The girl wearing a peaked cap glanced into the room, saw a few shadowy figures, and quickly retracted her head, "Is it okay if you don't go in? I don't want to die Inside, it's too scary..." She wrinkled her nose.

"You all better go in..." Zheng Zhenyu said earnestly, "The reminders in the nightmare world are basically correct. If you don't go in, it means that you give up the chance to survive in the nightmare world, and maybe you can escape for a while at this time." Calamity, but will definitely die in the next stage..."

This is almost a well-known and rule.

After hearing this, the girl lowered her head and stopped talking.

People put on slippers one by one, tiptoed and walked inside. After entering the temple, they gradually adapted to the dark light, and saw the situation inside the house clearly under the light of the candlelight—

There were a total of 15 monks sitting in the room, all of them were dull-eyed, knocking on the wooden fish in their hands regularly like executive figures, "Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom—" it sounded like It seems that some evil ritual is being carried out, which makes people feel chills.

There is a huge Buddha statue behind the monks, but this Buddha looks very strange, with a total of 6 ears, eyes hanging down, and a whip in his hand. He is not kind and peaceful at all, but looks like Luo from hell. brake.

No matter which angle they stood, the Buddha's eyes seemed to be glued to them, and people looked away one after another.

There are also strange patterns on the cassocks worn by the monks. The patterns behind each monk are different, some are plates, some are flowers and plants, and some are reptiles... The same thing is that those monks have a five-pointed star-shaped black mark on the back of their necks.

At this time, Tang Zhi quietly pulled Zhao Zhenhe's thumb, and said in an almost whispering voice, "Don't get close to the last monk later."

Zhao Zhenhe followed Tang Zhi's line of sight. Among the 15 monks, there was one monk sitting alone in the last row, like a lonely square root of three.

Because there are a total of odd number of monks, two or two sitting in a row, the last monk is alone. At first glance, this single monk seems to be no different from everyone else, but if you look closely, you will find this monk There is no wooden fish in his hand, only a mallet, beating the void.

The action is weird and twisted.

Zhao Zhenhe couldn't help taking a few steps closer to Tang Zhi's side, prosperous, democratic, civilized and harmonious, patriotic, dedicated, honest and friendly... Tang Zhi stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Zhenhe's cold palm, conveying a reassuring warmth.

Zhao Zhenhe gradually became less stiff.

Zheng Zhen: "Everyone, don't hesitate, sit down."

There is a futon opposite each monk, where it is quietly placed waiting for the visitor to sit down.

Liu Tian was the first to sit down, and he picked the monk on the right side in the first row. After seeing it, the others also settled down to pick the monk opposite him. Zhao Zhenhe and Tang Zhi picked the monk in the fifth row. Two monks quietly sat side by side on the futon.

After a while of commotion, there was finally Zhang Xin who was not sitting on the futon. She walked back and forth nervously, originally planning to sit in the vacant seat next to Li Yuner in the second row, but after receiving Li Yuner's warning gaze , She took a few steps back in fear, and finally fell down on the wooden board.

What to do, what to do... what to do...

Last night, Zhang Xin woke up in a daze, and heard the dragging sound of "stab" and "stab", at first she thought it was a strange thing hidden in the villa, but when she opened her eyes, she wanted to remind Li Yuner who was sleeping on the side, What I saw was a woman outside the door, pulling the body of a man who should have been sleeping on the floor, and walking towards the room step by step, her eyes were so terribly silent...

The woman turned her eyes and looked at Zhang Xin with blood all over her face. The woman was none other than Li Yun'er who was supposed to be sleeping beside her!

Zhang Xin immediately closed her eyes, pretending that she was still asleep and didn't see anything. In fact, her heartbeat almost jumped out of her chest, and she tried her best to swallow the scream that was about to come out of her throat.

Don't find out, don't find me out—

But after Li Yun'er climbed onto the bed again, she leaned closer and whispered a word in Zhang Xin's ear, "I know you haven't slept, if you don't follow what I said next, I will be like killing you." Just like him...you can try to tell them and see if they believe you or me..."

Just now, just before entering this small door, Li Yun'er warned her not to sit in front of the futon.

what to do... what to do.. what to do..

Thinking of the man's glaring corpse last night, Zhang Xin, like a puppet, lowered her head decadently, not daring to move, desperately waiting for what happened next.

It'll be fine... it should be fine...

Several people persuaded Zhang Xin to sit back on the futon, but seeing that Zhang Xin kept her head down, her face pale and indifferent, they all gave up again.

After the 13 people were seated safely, the monks stopped tapping the wooden fish at the same time, which meant that - in the next time, they all needed to talk to the monk opposite them for 10 minutes.

Days seem like years, but that's all.

The monk opposite Zhao Zhenhe was a fat monk. Although he looked as simple and cute as a panda, his eyes were dull and his lips were purple.Gives a sense of lifeless disobedience.

The fat monk opened his mouth and began to make a sound, his voice was like being squeezed against a wooden door, hoarse, low and slow——

"Ask about marriage, about fame, about life and death—"

This seemed to be a question sentence, and it seemed to be an affirmative sentence. Seeing that Zhao Zhenhe didn't answer him, the fat monk continued.

"Ask about marriage, about fame, about life and death—"

The tall and thin monk opposite Tang Zhi next to Zhao Zhenhe also said the same thing, Tang Zhi hardly thought about it, and blurted out, "Ask about marriage."

He didn't seem to feel the slightest fear of the strange-looking, blue-faced tall and thin monk opposite him, as if talking to a normal person, "I want to ask, where is the other half of my life? I mean, the kind that can be talked to I've been growing old until my other half-"

After Tang Zhi finished speaking, he glanced at Zhao Zhenhe out of the corner of his eye.

Hearing Tang Zhi's question, Zhao Zhenhe couldn't help turning his attention to Tang Zhi.

The tall and thin monk opposite Tang Zhi heard the question and started to turn the beads in his hand. It was very slow at first, but then he turned faster and faster as he muttered words in his mouth. Harsh sound, finally he stopped turning, and spoke again slowly, "Far-at-the-sky-side, near-at-eye-front."

"No..." Tang Zhi looked at the monk opposite him with disgust, "I don't want to fall in love with you, you are not my style..."

The thin and tall monk: "..."

Zhao Zhenhe: "..."

The fat monk opposite Zhao Zhenhe was still repeating the words in his mouth, "Ask about marriage, about fame, about life—"

Tang Zhi, "It's time for you to ask, if you're afraid, or I'll ask you a question, you can ask me the same question..."

Zhao Zhenhe nodded, turned around, and asked the fat monk opposite him, "Ask about marriage...I also want to ask where is my future partner?"

The fat monk opposite Zhao Zhenhe, like the thin and tall monk just now, began to turn the prayer beads in his hand quickly, and faster and faster-finally stopped when the candle was flickering.

"Far-in-sky-side, near-in-eye-front."

"Cut..." Before Zhao Zhenhe could speak, Tang Zhi beside him sneered, "I found that the monks in this monastery are quite narcissistic. Who gave them confidence? Is it their bald heads without a single hair?"

Fat monk: "..."

The tall and thin monk who was stabbed again: "..."

Zhao Zhenhe: "..."

After being speechless for a long time, the two monks finally returned to the original question, "Ask about marriage, about fame, about life and death, about marriage, about fame, about life and death—"

"This time I'm still asking about marriage..." Tang Zhi looked like I couldn't believe it, "To be more specific, I'll just ask what is the name of my future spouse?"

After Tang Zhi asked this question, Zhao Zhenhe's heartbeat gradually accelerated for some reason, and he suddenly felt a sense of urgency. He held his breath and waited quietly for the monk's answer.

What was he expecting-

The tall and thin monk began to speed up the rotation of the beads in his hand.

"Click" "Click"