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Chapter 40 Temple Escape

In the temple late at night.

All kinds of messy sounds sounded in the temple, including the sound of Buddha statues collapsing and furniture breaking.

There were also sounds of collisions and fights.

There were even shouts and curses from time to time.

These sounds were mixed together, so harsh in the silent night.

"Why are these things endless? Zombies are not so outrageous, right? Is the difficulty of the LV·1 copy so many times higher?"

Nan Subei held the jar in his arms, and even wrapped it thoughtfully with a layer of soft cloth.

Keep running.

"This copy is not the normal LV 1 level, it is the more difficult one within this level." Wu Nian also explained thoughtfully, holding the urn in his arms as well.

Wrapped in wide sleeves.

Behind the two of them was Zhuang Cai, who was in charge of the rear. He was holding a one-handed forging hammer in normal mode in one hand and holding a torch in the other.

Behind them were seven or eight huge and fat pig-headed men, chasing after them with various sticks and weapons.

These pig-headed men have stiff skin, green eyes and scarlet red eyes, and you can smell the stench from their bodies when they run.

at this time.

Suddenly something hit them on the wall next to them.

The target is directly to the north of Jiangsu Province.

But it seemed that he was already used to it, and he lifted up his cloak to block it.

Through the light of the fire, one could see that it was a broken arm. The arm had five long, slender and sharp fingers. The nails were elongated and shimmering with cold light, and were coated with toxins.

Exuding a foul stench, this was a rotting animal carcass arm.

But he is acting on his own.

Facing the attack, the three of them had no intention of fighting back and ran directly to the other side from the right alleyway in tacit agreement.

The only good thing is that although this temple has many buildings and a large area, there are almost no dead ends. All the twists and turns are connected, which is very convenient for them to run.

But be careful of enemies coming out of corners.

"What kind of temple is this? There are zombies, but there are also ghosts." Zhuang Cai complained, holding a torch and hitting the arm of the man who wanted to chase him.

The grease from the torch fell directly onto the arm, setting it on fire.

"Brother, what should we do now? We can't keep running, right? We don't have that much physical strength."

Nan Subei said while running.

You must know that they are only holding two jars, and it is estimated that there are three more jars.

They didn't even get a chance to look.

They now finally understood the sentiment of that comment.

"Amitabha, this young monk is really arrogant."

Wu Nian couldn't help but say.

He initially thought that the difficulty of this dungeon would come from the monsters that needed to be damaged with energy.

As a result, the physical monsters alone were enough for them.

If it is a person.

This is completely unimaginable.

"You two split up and run down the mountain. The woods on the hillside will definitely be able to block them."

Zhuang Cai looked at the pig-headed man chasing behind him and said.

After running for such a period, he was not running dry, he was always observing.

It's obvious that these pig-headed men are a bit like zombies, or more like zombies.

The body is slightly stiff, and coupled with the huge size, he has almost no brains and only knows how to chase after him.

From time to time, you can see some pig-headed zombies falling behind and then catching up.

When faced with obstacles such as tables, chairs, benches, etc., they more often just knock them away. Only when they encounter large obstacles will they avoid them.

What makes them difficult to deal with is that they are numerous, have tough bodies, and will not die even if their heads are blown off.

If they were in the woods, they would be easily contained, giving them time to breathe.

"What about you? You share the blessings and the hardships."

Hearing this, Zhuang Cai laughed and interrupted directly: "Shut up, what time has this happened? I don't have a jar, I can find another one, at least we have to get three jars." ” ˆ ˆ “Okay, brother.” The little chicken from Southern Jiangsu and Northern Jiangxi nodded like he was pecking at rice.

Zhuang Cai was already preparing for the worst.

If you hold at least three jars, you should be able to get the minimum score of 60 points.

After hearing this, the two of them nodded without hesitation.

Before leaving, Wu Nian threw the earliest talisman he obtained to Zhuang Cai.

"The poor monk is protected by Buddha's light. I leave this thing to you."

Zhuang Cai took it and then used his hands and feet to climb to the wall next to him.

Watching the two of them running towards the mountain gate, the zombies following behind them ignored Zhuang Cai and passed by him.

"Take me to the next one." Zhuang Cai said directly.

The ghost who had been following him immediately began to lead the way.

After going through this journey, Zhuang Cai probably understood that this ghost had almost no intelligence and could only mutter some words.

The subsequent functions are follow and search.

Just like smart machines.

Following means letting him follow someone, and searching means letting him continue to find the next one.

Soon following the soul, I found the third urn.

"Are you actually here?"

The place he is entering now is the Sutra Pavilion in the temple. Of course, this Sutra Pavilion is not the pagoda at the back.

The scriptures placed in the pagoda are all very precious originals and some annotations of the scriptures by the deceased.

It is equivalent to a kind of funerary object.

The Sutra Pavilion is really used to store all kinds of sutras, including some geographical legends, not all sutras.

"Then this urn should belong to the librarian who was preparing to report the message?" Zhuang Cai couldn't help but muttered.

Although only two jars were found, Zhuang Cai also discovered the pattern with his knowledge of writing and his collection during the day.

The two jars collected also have names on them.

Comparing it with the place where their jars were placed, Zhuang Cai understood.

The deceased in the first jar was the owner of the diary that Zhuang Cai first noticed the problem, that is, the temple monk who was responsible for purchasing from outside.

Through his last diary, I know that he must have discovered something, which is very confusing.

His jar is directly in his courtyard.

The name of the deceased in the second jar should be regarded as an accomplice, that is, the owner of Wu Nian's clothes and the monk with the exorcism charm in his arms.

It can be seen from his diary that he has long known the secrets of this courtyard.

Do bad things and repent at the same time.

His urn appeared in his study, on top of a pile of confessions he copied himself.

And now we come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Then it’s self-evident who it is.

Zhuang Cai held the fire, opened the door and entered.

Following the soul, he came to a bookshelf. Through the light of the fire, Zhuang Cai saw that the urn was placed above the bookshelf.

However, the name above made Zhuang Cai frown.

"No, why is it him?"

The name printed on the urn is the owner of the demon-suppressing talisman on his body at this time.

That is, the person who is in the same group as the first senior brother. His position is mainly to go down the mountain to do things.

Zhuang only knew his name because he had entered his room and read his diary.

Zhuang Cai himself did not know the name of the secretary of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. We know of his existence because of the secret message he still has on his body.

So the question is, why is his urn placed here?

What on earth is there that makes him so obsessed?

Looking at the bookshelf in front of him, Zhuang Cai couldn't help but think.

Let me see what you have hidden.

(End of this chapter)