Chapter 116

After sending the message to Jing Cheng, Qin Yan found himself separated from the members of the Taoist Association.

He didn't panic, he took out the amulet from his bosom immediately after he noticed that a certain part of his chest was hot.

The amulet was shining slightly at this time, as if reminding him that there was danger here.

Qin Yan already had a premonition in his heart that there were so many of them walking around in the hall, it was impossible for there to be no sound at all, but at this moment his surroundings were too quiet.

It was eerily quiet.

In the dark, especially in a quiet environment, the human brain tends to function more flexibly than during the day.

Ordinary people encounter this kind of atmosphere, and they usually imagine horrible pictures in their minds uncontrollably, such as "people" following you behind, something on the ceiling staring at you, and unknown creatures in the dark watching your every move.Even the air is full of restless molecules.

However, Qin Yan is not an ordinary person.

His mind was still running, but what he recalled was the scenes of Jing Cheng getting along with him.

Every time he encounters danger, Jing Cheng is always the first to appear, standing in front of him, and the most common thing he says to him is: "Are you okay?"

"..."

Qin Yan lowered his head to examine himself, why he was always a head short in front of Jing Cheng.

After thinking about it for a long time, he thought that Jing Cheng's force value was too high, making everyone else look like a waste of snacks. Because he had the best relationship with Jing Cheng, he was the biggest "snack" because he walked the closest..

That's a really unfortunate self-perception.

Young Master Qin sighed, an inexplicable sense of inferiority arose in his heart, he felt that Jing Cheng chose to be with him because he had defiled him.

He once again suspected that he might have thought the same way in his previous life, so that "he" never showed his heart from the beginning to the end, until death "he" and "Jing Cheng" were just friends.

The closest and the farthest distance.

The mobile phone has no signal, and the screen is still on the WeChat interface half an hour ago.

He only needs to lower his eyes slightly to see the content on the screen.

Yan: We are on the outskirts of the scenic spot, in a six-story commercial building, and the east gate is open.

Yan: It's weird here, it's very cloudy, and the mobile phone signal is up and down.

Yan: "Hiding in the corner and shivering.jpg"

Big Chengzi: "It's okay, I'm here, hug and rub.jpg"

inflammation:……

Big Chengzi: Fu Le said that you can use WeChat to post your location. You can try it.

Yan: "Location Information"

Big Orange: "Oh.jpg"

The last facial expression is a blinking animation of a big-headed cute rabbit. Qin Yan looked at it and suddenly felt that the expression pack is very magical. Maybe the person who replied to the message had no fluctuations in his heart, but it was accompanied by a cute expression pack.The emoticon pack will give the person opposite a slightly ambiguous association.

However, he knew that this was impossible.

Just as he was planting mushrooms dejectedly, a thin voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Follow me."

Qin Yan: "?"

Is he hallucinating?

He raised his head abruptly, looking around vigilantly.

The display screen of the mobile phone was glowing, but the light penetrating the air told him: there is no one here.

Qin Yan took a few steps forward, looked left and right, but there was no other voice except his deliberately heavy footsteps.

It turned out that he was hallucinating?

Before he could relax, he heard someone "hum" angrily, and an irresistible force suddenly grabbed the corner of his coat.

In the next second, his body froze, like a marionette, and he walked in one direction involuntarily.

Qin Yan: "..."

This is really evil!

Thanks to Qin Yan's experience of many supernatural events during this period, his psychological quality is far beyond that of ordinary people, so he didn't immediately yell for help.

——But soon he found that he couldn't open his mouth at all.

It was as if he had really turned into a puppet who couldn't speak.

Qin Yan's eyelids twitched, his fingers were cold, and he felt that he might really be planted here.

The only sound in the hall was his stiff footsteps.

The amulet in his hand was as quiet as a chicken, it seemed to be just an ordinary piece of yellow paper, without any reminders.

Thoughts were flying in Qin Yan's mind, he believed in Jing Cheng that the talisman could not be useless.

But the current situation...does it mean that he is not in danger yet?

He collected his mind and relaxed his body. Things haven't reached the worst point yet. Maybe he'll be able to see Jing Cheng in a while?

"Which of you has brought cow tears?"

"I brought it, I took it."

"Take it out quickly, share it with everyone, and pay attention to dripping on the eyelids, not in the eyeballs."

"Hiss—it's so cold."

"Be careful! The club hit my eye!"

A disciple quietly approached him and asked hesitantly, "Isn't Director Zhang not using it? I brought a small bottle."

Zhang Jinhuai watched their frantic movements speechlessly, shook his head and said, "No need."

The disciple didn't turn around and leave when he heard the words, but hesitated for a while, and said again: "But you don't shed tears, what do you think..."

Zhang Jinhuai glanced at him and recognized that the young Taoist priest in front of him was from the Maoshan lineage, not their Zhang family.

Zhang Jinhuai did not explain anything nonsense to him, but closed his eyes, took a deep breath, took a bite on the belly of his fingertips, and gently wiped the blood from Yintang and the eyelids of both eyes, printing three light and shallowred seal.

Then he recited the mantra in a low voice: "...the heaven and the earth combine three fires, give me the magic eye to observe Yin and Yang!"

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were bright, and the scene he saw was completely different from what he had just seen.

The Maoshan disciples who stood by were dumbfounded from the beginning to the end of the observation.

"What are you surprised about?" Zhang Jinhuai asked strangely, "Isn't this the magic technique that has been handed down for thousands of years in Maoshan? You don't know how to use it?"

The Maoshan disciple looked embarrassed: "...I won't."

The expression on Zhang Jinhuai's face was really pretty.

The Maoshan disciple lowered his head depressedly. He has only been in Taoism for two years, and he has only learned a lot of theoretical knowledge, but he hasn't memorized it well. How can he use Taoism?I thought that this time I went out with Niu Tear and walked ahead of the others, but I didn't expect that a mountain would be as high as a mountain.

How can a capable Taoist priest need any tears?

Zhang Jinhuai thought to himself, no wonder Jing Cheng always put on a posture of condescending and looking down on them. As an insider, he hated them.

He doesn't know even a little bit of Taoism, but he can actually join the Taoist Association.

What are these things!

It has been less than two years since he took over the Pipeline Association, and he hasn't had time to find out who his subordinates are.

But the two vegetarians in front of him are well known, and I'm afraid there were a lot of fake people in the Daoist Association in those few years.

Zhang Jinhuai thought with an ugly face that the Taoist Association should be rectified.

The Taoist priests rubbed their eyes after dripping cow's tears, and when they raised their heads again, they saw a group of ghosts with pale faces standing densely in the direction not far in front of them.

Almost every ghost has a miserable shape, missing arms and legs, bloody face, and some even hold their own heads in their arms...

Some of them were floating in the air, some were lying on the ground, and some were hiding in the corner of the wall, all of them stared at them with "scaring" expressions.

At least there are fifty or sixty.

All the Taoists: "..."

Have they been surrounded by these ghosts all this time?

Think carefully.

The more they thought about it, the more creepy they became, and Qiqi couldn't help taking a step back.

"Oh my God!"

"Oh, I'm going, I'm scared!"

"There are so many..."

...

On the other side, Qin Yan and Jing Cheng stared wide-eyed for a moment, and finally cursed unbearably: "Fuck, is it over yet?"

Jing Cheng: "..."

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I haven't coded for several days, and my hands are so raw_(:з」∠)_

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