Chapter 770
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The chill from his head to his feet did not disappear even after a long time. Mofan stood there with a blank face. It took him a long time to collect his thoughts!
"It seems like there are two demon spirits. Otherwise, Miyata would be dead, and we wouldn't be able to see the memories after that. Those memories belong to Nara Orisora," blurted out Ai Jiangtu as he suddenly realized something.
Ai Jiangtu's words immediately reminded Mofan. He glanced at Li Kaifeng and asked, "By the way, where did you find those old monks?"
"Manying Mountain, that's what the locals call it. Xin Yu and the others were there too. What are you talking about? Why can't I understand a single word? What demon spirits?" said Li Kaifeng.
Mofan and Ai Jiangtu exchanged glances with one another as soon as Li Kaifeng finished the sentence.
They immediately saw the same astonished look in each other's eyes, as if something terrifying was about to happen!
"This is bad, we have to go to Manying Mountain at once!" Mofan raised his voice.
Most likely, only Ai Jiangtu was able to understand the words. Ai Jiangtu immediately cast Blink without any hesitation. His figure blurred and disappeared in the next second. Mo Fan could vaguely sense a ripple in the space a few hundred meters away.
"What's going on?" Li Kaifeng was even more confused.
Nan Jue and Jiang Shaoxu knew something serious had happened when they saw the stern looks on the two's faces.
"Stop asking so many questions, bring us to Manying Mountain at once," urged Mofan.
"Al … alright!"
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They did not have time to wait for the rest of the team. They immediately headed to Manying Mountain at their fastest speed.
Manying Mountain was located on the other side of Western Xiong City. It was an isolated mountain with nothing apart from some rocks. Normally, no one would go there.
After crossing Western Xiong City, Mofan barely managed to catch up with Li Kaifeng while sprinting with the Blood Tabi.
Ai Jiangtu should be heading there by now, but he was not sure if he could make it in time …
"What the hell is going on?" Jiang Shaoxu couldn't help but ask as he ran.
Mofan glanced at the barren Manying Mountains that were still one or two kilometers away. He said in a deep voice, "Both of us saw Nara Orisora doing something strange in the illusion."
"What is it?" Jiang Shaoxu asked.
"After Miyata committed suicide in humiliation, Nara Orisora used a carving knife to carve some strange words on some rocks. At first, Ai Jiangtu and I thought he was just venting his emotions, so we didn't pay much attention to it. But now that I think about it, it's not the case at all! "Mofan replied.
"I don't think it's a big deal. I heard you guys talking in your sleep that Miyata was carving on the stone before she died. Nara Orisora must have loved her. That's why he did it," Jiang Shaoxu said.
"The problem is, Nara Orisora was carving on Manying Mountain, the same mountain where the monks of Yanming Temple are performing their rituals!" Mofan said.
Jiang Shaoxu, Nan Jue, and Li Kaifeng immediately came to a realization after hearing the words. They stared at the barren Manying Mountain in astonishment!
As if it had verified Mofan's speculation, Manying Mountain suddenly emitted a blood-red glow across the old street. The glow was extremely bright, yet eerie at the same time. It felt like the glow of the sun reflecting off a lake of blood. It was quite a terrifying sight!
"The monks are in trouble!" Jiang Shaoxu yelled.
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It was almost impossible to see any plants on Manying Mountain. At the foot of the mountain was an old street that was about to be demolished. The construction team had left the place covered in dust. The mountain was covered in broken rocks. Even weeds were nowhere to be seen.
Currently, a few dozen blood-red rocks were floating in the air above Manying Mountain. They formed an eerie cursed pattern looming over the top of the mountain.
There were some grooves on the ground. For some reason, the grooves were covered in blood. A fishy smell immediately filled the air.
The blood continued to flow along the grooves, forming a cursed pattern that corresponded to the blood-red rocks in the air. It looked like a three-dimensional skull when looking down from the sky!
The patterns on the ground began to gather together under the guidance of the blood-red rocks. They piled up at the center of the mountain and formed a stone tombstone!
On the other side of the wall, the originally messy strokes had completely turned into lines of mourning words. The dried blood stains were bright red, as if someone had just used blood to carve on the wall!!!
"What's going on? Why did it turn into this all of a sudden!?" the fat monk in the kitchen screamed. His voice sounded like a frightened woman.
"The spirits are here to claim our lives, it must be the spirits. I told you we should leave the temple as soon as possible. We're done for …" the middle-aged monk in charge of the temple yelled hoarsely.
The other four or five monks who were still wearing Buddhist robes were so scared that they sat down on the ground. The smell of blood and chilling wind assaulted their nostrils. Under their feet was a ghost painting, and in the middle of it was a tombstone written with bloody words. They had never seen such a terrifying scene. Even if no demons or ghosts appeared, they could not even stand steadily.
"It's still here, I've had enough over the past few years …" an old monk sat on the ground and closed his eyes.
They were invited to perform a ritual, yet they did not expect it to be for themselves. They were the ones who needed to repent and release their souls!
"Nara, Nara, I know what we've done is wrong, but we've been chanting scriptures for you and Miyata every day in hopes that you can reach paradise soon …" the host, Xin Yu, knelt on the ground and buried him.
Everyone was terrified. They were just a bunch of ordinary monks. They had never seen the real power of curses and spirits. They had been living in fear for the past few years, yet they never thought the day would really come. Nara Orisora had never planned to let these executioners go!
"Stop pretending to be a ghost, Nara Orisora, you shameless prick, how dare you pretend to be a ghost? We initially thought everything would be over once the person who insulted the temple was dead. Not only did you pretend to be dead, you even came up with something like this to scare us. Nara Orisora, show yourself if you dare, I'm not afraid of you!" Qi Hai yelled, pointing at the tombstone.
"Qi Hai, just admit it, maybe he'll forgive us …" said the old monk with his eyes closed.
"Admit what? I didn't do anything, it was that son of a bitch Nara Orisora who had an affair with that little b * * ch … AHHH!"
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