Chapter 771
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Qi Hai spread his limbs and hung on the eerie tombstone. The appearance of this unknown power made Qi Hai realize that he was no longer a monk. He realized that this was not a trick …
"Ah! Ah! "
Suddenly, Monk Qi Hai screamed again. It was as if his eyes had been pierced by the claws of an evil spirit. A hole appeared in Monk Qi Hai's eye socket. Blood gushed out from his eye and covered the entire right side of his face!
When the monks saw that Qi Hai had mysteriously lost an eye, they were so frightened that their bodies started trembling.
However, it was useless to tremble. The monks screamed in agony one after another. Their cries could be heard even at the foot of the mountain. Everyone who heard them felt their hair stand on end.
The monks covered their right eyes as blood seeped through the gaps between their fingers. Starting from Qi Hai, the monks were blinded in their right eyes, including the old monk who had accepted his punishment. He was the only one who did not scream in agony. His face was pale as he endured the pain and sat there with his legs crossed. The other monks were rolling on the ground, their bodies covered in blood!
"What's the point of keeping a right eye that can't differentiate right from wrong?" A cold voice drifted down from the sky and entered everyone's ears.
The monks curled up in fear. Some of them even kowtowed and begged for mercy. They could tell that it was Nara Orisora's voice. Nara Orisora was already dead, but everyone heard his voice. Was this not a vengeful spirit coming for their lives? He was here for revenge, he must be here for revenge!
"It's meaningless to keep a right ear that can only listen to rumors but not the truth," Nara Orisora's vengeful voice echoed again.
The monks' right ears spasmed when they heard that. Nothing had happened, but they felt the intense pain in their eyes in their right ears!
"Ah!"
As expected, it started with Qi Hai, who was hanging on the tombstone. His bloody right ear was ripped off. The monks felt like they had fallen into the Avici Hell.
One after another, all the monks of Yanming Temple, including Abbot Xin Yu, had their right ears pulled off. The pain in their right eyes had yet to subside, and unbearable pain was coming from their right ears. At this moment, they even wished that Nara Orisora would take their lives instead of torturing them like this.
"There's no point in keeping a hand that only knows how to kick someone when they're down instead of helping them!" Nara Orisora's voice was filled with pain.
They had already been punished twice. Once they knew what was going to happen next, their fear and despair completely turned into incoherent crying and begging for mercy. They did not want to suffer a third time. They were already using all their strength to regret what they had done in the past!
"I beg you, Gen … Yuankong … It's all our fault. Don't torture … torture everyone like this." The old monk was sweating profusely. His willpower was astonishing, and he was the only monk who could speak normally.
The other monks were already rolling on the ground, crying for their parents. This was especially so for Qi Hai, who was hanging on the tombstone. At this moment, pain and fear mixed together as he lost control of his bowels.
"Repentance won't bring you back to life!" a cold voice said.
The old monk sensed that the voice was close to him. He slowly raised his head and saw a man in a black robe standing in front of him with his left eye.
The old monk was shocked, as the person he saw was none other than Nara Orisora!
Did he have to lose his right eye to be able to see ghosts?
Nara Orisora slowly walked toward the tombstone. He stood in front of Qi Hai with an eerie smile.
On the tombstone were two red demon ghosts. They looked exactly the same as the evil ghosts mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures and ancient scrolls that punished the world. They had horns on their foreheads, red faces with fangs, their hands half-hooked into claws, and iron rings on their feet!
The two demon ghosts were the ones that were punishing them. One of the demon ghosts was holding Qi Hai's body down, while the other had grabbed Qi Hai's right arm. It was obvious that it was trying to break his arm with brute force!
"Stop it! Nara Orisora! "
An iron-like voice came from the other side while the old monk was at a loss.
The old monk had some recollection of the voice. It sounded like one of the young men who were staying overnight!
Nara Orisora slowly turned around and stared at Ai Jiangtu with his eerie, gray-black eyes.
His lips curled upward slightly as he said with a cold grin, "You're trying to be a busybody … oh, I forgot that you don't understand Japanese."
"I do sympathize with what happened between you and Miyata, but it's even more detestable that you're using a vessel to steal someone's soul and refine it into an evil spirit to take revenge with a curse!" said Ai Jiangtu to the Cursed Blood Pattern.
"Bring it on if you want to stop me. Unfortunately, you can't see me at all …" said Nara Orisora disdainfully.
Ai Jiangtu's heart sank. Nara Orisora was right. He could not see Nara Orisora at all. He could only roughly determine Nara Orisora's location based on the miserable state the monks were in and the voices coming from them.
"You better …"
"AHHH!"
Before Ai Jiangtu could finish his words, he heard Qi Hai's tragic cry.
Fresh blood poured down from the sky as Qi Hai's right hand was torn off. He was screaming so hard that he could no longer make any sound. His body was twitching wildly, and his veins were about to explode!
"Asshole!" Ai Jiangtu was infuriated. He immediately unleashed an invisible force from his body, causing everything around him to back away.
His will spread across the place. Anything that came into contact with his furious will was shattered into pieces.
This Nara Orisora was more vicious than he had imagined!
"Nara Orisora, Nara Orisora!"
Mo Fan's shout came from behind Ai Jiangtu. Ai Jiangtu turned around and saw Mo Fan sprinting toward him in his blood-red boots. He was like a rampaging beast, stirring up a huge cloud of dust!
Mo Fan arrived at the edge of the Cursed Blood Pattern. He immediately saw Nara Orisora inside the Cursed Blood Pattern. Nara Orisora was wearing a monk's robe that was different from the other day!
"Nara Orisora, I didn't expect you to be such a monk!"
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