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Chapter 427 Weird Taoist Temple! (plus more!!)

Li Yanchu had no expression on his face, but he was thinking nonstop in his heart.

Is this eerie portrait similar to a curse to kill someone?

The appearance of a person's portrait means that he has been selected for the next process, which is the life and death sign.

But if he doesn't follow his rules, he will kill people directly?
And in a very weird way.

Although he had heard Zhang Wei's description of this mysterious Taoist temple before he came in,
But after witnessing this strange way of killing with his own eyes, Li Yanchu still frowned.

Zhang Wei's narrative does not mention that people will be absorbed by the ground after death or when they bleed.

Is it because Zhang Wei's information is incomplete, or the Taoist temple at that time did not have such evil abilities?

He had a vague guess that he was more inclined to the latter, and the danger level of this Taoist temple should be upgraded.

The magic weapon of the demon monk is also a good thing, but he was killed after only resisting it for a moment.
After he was killed, Li Yanchu faintly felt that the chanting sound in the Taoist temple seemed to be louder and clearer.

In this way, it seems that not only is there something wrong with this weird portrait of the god with the head of a dragon and the body of a bird, but the whole Taoist temple is probably wrong!
This scripture for saving people is recited a bit evil, but it is hard to tell why it is so strange, it just makes people feel agitated and uncomfortable.

And as the sound of chanting became louder, Li Yanchu felt that his control over his body seemed to be weakening.

This is a subtle influence, but very direct.

This kind of chanting sound directly enters your mind and enters your soul.

Strictly speaking, this level does not constitute an attack, so Li Yanchu just felt it,
He did not release the pure heart jade pendant, a powerful defensive magic weapon such as Taoist rune armor to resist.

He had just tried the qi-watching technique, the spirit wood technique, and the range of perception of the primordial spirit.

These things are suppressed in this Taoist temple,
It seems to have entered a quagmire, and it seems to be in a thick fog. I can't feel it, and I can't see it clearly...

At this time, the middle-aged Mr. Feng Shui came out from the back hall with the beautiful mature woman, his face expressionless.

"What's in the back hall?"

The quack who had been staying in the corner shouted loudly,
The atmosphere of silence was finally broken.

The middle-aged Feng Shui master smiled slightly: "There is nothing, if you don't believe me, go and see for yourself."

The room fell silent again.

This place is full of murderous intentions, if you are not careful, you will die,

Greatly affected everyone's desire to explore.

The quack stopped talking, but stared coldly at the middle-aged Mr. Feng Shui with his knife-sharp eyes.

Li Yanchu took a look at this Feng Shui master,
I found that although the other party was talking just now, the expression on his face was stiff and numb.

Inexplicably revealing a strange feeling,

I don't know if it was originally like this, but now it shows up,
Or what happened after entering just now.

There was a sense of solemnity and chill in the air.

clang!clang!clang!
The bell rang again, and this time it was clearer than last time. The dragon head and bird body god on the portrait disappeared, turning into a big man with cold eyebrows.

It was that quack!
The quack with the bamboo hat didn't show any expression, but rushed to the side of the futon and sat down at an extremely fast speed, as if he had been prepared for a long time.

On the scroll, the image of the Jianghu guest was slightly distorted, like a wave of water, and then disappeared.

"There's something wrong with this futon!" A gleam flashed in Mr. Feng Shui's eyes, and he and the beautiful woman exchanged glances, each of them picked up a futon and put it in their hands, then looked around vigilantly.

Li Yanchu still stood where he was, without any movement.

Zhang Wei also stood beside him, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

Li Yanchu thought that if the problem in this place would definitely not be solved so easily.

Just when Li Yanchu was thinking, the bell in his ear became louder unconsciously.

The burly young man who was disturbed by the portrait also gradually calmed down, grabbed a futon and held it firmly in his hand.

At this time, there was only one futon left.

Li Yanchu still didn't move.

Zhang Wei was a little moved.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and stood by Li Yanchu's side, not trying to snatch the futon.

The abnormal behavior of the two of them made Mr. Feng Shui couldn't help thinking.

The futon in his hand, which was used to save his life, seemed to be no longer fragrant at this moment.

Is there something wrong with this futon?
He looked through the futon, but found nothing.

Afterwards, he exchanged glances with the beautiful woman beside him, and gradually leaned towards the corner.

No matter what, the futon just now blocked the weird murderous curse of the portrait, so save your life first!
A handsome scholar with red lips and white teeth walked in, wearing a moon-white gown.

This young man was born extremely beautiful, if he put on women's clothes, he would definitely be a beautiful woman of national beauty.

At this moment, the bell rang.

A portrait of a person appeared on the weird scroll again.

It was Mr. Feng Shui with a brass bell hanging around his waist!
The beautiful woman looked at him subconsciously, but Mr. Feng Shui remained calm.

He imitated the quack who wore a bamboo hat and sat directly on the futon.

Sure enough, his portrait also disappeared like a wave of water, and turned into a statue of a god with a dragon head and a bird body again.

Mr. Feng Shui heaved a sigh of relief.

Until now, Li Yanchu has never seen the birth and death sign.

I don't know if the Taoyuan Cave has changed now, or because these people have chosen to use futons to resist the strange power.

Mr. Feng Shui temporarily escaped the crisis, but the face of the quack changed suddenly!
There was a sharp pain in his buttocks and legs, and he stood up abruptly, only to find that the futon was completely connected to his skin at some point!
The Jiang Huke pulled the futon vigorously, but a bunch of bright red blood vessels gushed out of the futon, completely fitting his buttocks!
The blood in his body was constantly being sucked by the futon, even with all his mighty strength he couldn't break free!

On the contrary, because the blood was continuously being sucked, his breath gradually became weak and his face became pale!
This quack is also a decisive person, I saw that he directly pulled out a knife from his waist, and with his backhand, cut off half of his buttocks and a piece of skin on his leg together with the futon!
The hands are extremely fierce, and you can even see the thick bones, which makes people shudder!

Blood kept dripping from the quack's butt, and when it fell on the ground, it was absorbed by the ground.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?" The quack shouted angrily!
As his words fell, the piece of flesh and blood stuck to the futon, and the blood was quickly sucked dry, then dried up quickly, and finally turned into a speck of fly ash, floating between the sky and the earth.

Those hideous and ugly blood vessels retracted into the futon again, as if nothing had happened...

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