Not only did Mr.
An in front of us explode into a ball of flying insects, but around us, there were three more explosions, and small insects were flying all over the sky.
"An, you're not dead."
A roar also sounded at the same time.
"Walk" I pushed Dachun.
If he didn’t leave at this time, it would be too late.
Dachun nodded and quickly started the car.
I looked back and saw large swaths of insects falling dead from the sky.
"Mr.
An is not dead" Drove some distance.
Sister Pomegranate couldn't hold it back and asked in surprise.
"It looks like he's not dead."
I rubbed my nose, still a little unbelievable.
If Mr.
An is not dead, whose head belongs to him?
The most important thing is that Qu Jie thought it was Mr.
An who killed him at first.
It was almost eleven o'clock when I got home.
I immediately drew three Awakening Talisman.
After burning them and drinking them, I finally felt much better.
“We can’t keep this box anymore.”
Dachun dug out the three boxes, and they all had a strange smell.
I nodded.
This Qu Jie was too shady.
He had planned on us from the beginning and made us fall into the trap unknowingly.
For three consecutive days, three boxes were delivered, which shocked us psychologically.
On the one hand, the ingredients were added to the box, and combined with the environment inside the Yuelai Hotel, it almost hypnotized us.
After we got out of the hotel, they used the ghost to send relatives and my classmates to lead me to the place that had been set up a long time ago, and hypnotized us again.
If Mr.
An's poison hadn't suddenly burst out, we might have really been stuck in that area today.
"Qujie means Dharma King in Tibetan.
Judging from the clothes and behavior of that guy, he should be the Dharma King of the Black Sect."
Disposed of the box.
Dachun analyzed the identity of that person again.
"Black Cult" I murmured, and had a vague impression that the black religion should be called Bon religion, or primitive Bon religion, which is the earliest religion in Tibet.
"Yes, that is the primitive Bon religion, which worships the sun, moon, stars, thunder and lightning, mountains, rivers, earth and rocks.
Gods, ghosts, spirits and all natural things such as plants, animals, etc.
It pays attention to activities such as sacrifices, divine dances, and divination," Dachun explained while recalling.
"Isn't this similar to the shamanistic dance ritual?
I'm still traveling with you, Sister Pomegranate."
After listening to Dachun's explanation, I slowly recalled some of the contents about Bon religion.
They were not as scary as I thought.
"no the same" Dachun's face became solemn and he said in a deep voice: "Would believers of shamanism sacrifice their lives for the so-called gods?"
"Won't"
Sister Shiliu shook her head firmly and added, "Anyway, none of the current disciples would commit suicide for sacrifice.
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Even if the old immortal asked, they would not do that."
"Human sacrifice, this is their most common way of sacrifice, and they advocate human bone artifacts.
Today, Zhao Peng dug out the bones between his eyebrows alive.
If he made it, it would be a magical artifact called Gabra," Dachun continued to popularize science.
"Gabra means skeleton in Sanskrit.
This thing is their most commonly used magical weapon.
When it comes to cruelty, Mr.
An can't compare with them."
The more Dachun said, the more serious his expression became, "Mr.
An regards cruelty as a means, while the Bon religion imprints cruelty into their bones.
They are not only cruel to their enemies, but also to themselves.
They are equally cruel."
"That Qu Jie's evil spirit was very strong.
At that time, I noticed something was wrong with you and wanted to test it out, but I was hurt by his evil spirit."
Ruohan added.
After the analysis, we all fell silent.
It was very difficult to deal with Mr.
An, and now there is another Bon Dharma King.
"Dong dong" There was a knock on the window, breaking the silence, and we all looked up at the same time.
Looked outside.
Outside the window, a paper man wearing a melon cap was waving to us.
When we looked at him, he wrote five words on the window: I am Mr.
An.
We looked at each other, and Ruohan carefully moved forward, sniffed and felt it, then nodded and whispered, "It smells like him."
"Let me in, quickly" The paper man suddenly became anxious.
He wrote another sentence on the window and sprinkled some powder outside while writing.
"Let him in" I thought about it and walked straight to the window.
Mr.
An came to me to get the location of the dragon veins, and so did the Bon Dharma King.
Now it is obvious that the Bon Dharma King has the upper hand.
If I guessed correctly, there must be spies of the Bon Dharma King around us.
This Mr.
An should not be stupid enough to attack us and let the Dharma King take advantage in the end.
Opening the window, the paper man nimbly rolled in.
I noticed something that looked like a kitten tearing at something in the grass in the garden downstairs, flashing by.
"Don't look, that's a cat baby" The paper man got up from the ground, turned his neck stiffly, and said angrily.
Although this voice is very similar to Mr.
An's that day, there are obvious differences.
The two Mr.
An are not the same person.
"You are Mr.
An" Dachun curled his lips, obviously not believing it.
Ruohan stood by the window, looking at the paper man, and looking outside, trying to find himself.
"Stop looking, I am Mr.
An, and Mr.
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An is me," the paper man said again in a sinister tone.
"Okay, I will treat you as Mr.
An.
You came here because you want to cooperate with us."
I looked at the paper man and asked.
"right" The paper man nodded, with a hint of hatred in his voice, "Cut off my head and release my brains.
I just let him go."
At the end, his voice became shrill, completely different from that of Mr.
An.
I was even more certain that this person was not Mr.
An.
I'm a little confused, who is he?
"Meow" Downstairs, there was a high-pitched meow at this time.
The paper figure trembled, threw himself to the window, and sprinkled some orange-red powder stiffly.
A fishy smell filled the air.
The kitten he just saw reappeared in the grass, sticking out a dark tongue. , licked his lips.
This time, I knew why the paper man called this thing a cat baby.
The monster's body was that of a cat, but its face was that of a baby.
The cat baby seemed to be very interested in the powder sprinkled by the paper man.
After sniffing it intoxicated, he got into the grass.
"The powder of Corpse Blood Grass that I sprinkled is a plant planted on corpses.
Many ghosts like its powder."
The paper man explained in a weird manner beside him.
After a pause, it continued: "Cat babies are a kind of monster formed by putting the spirit of a baby into the body of a black cat that dies right after birth.
Basically no one cultivates these creatures because they eat human flesh."
At the end, the paper man's voice was full of hatred.
This is similar to Mr.
An that day, who said he wanted to cleanse the world of sin.
After listening to its explanation, Dachun and Sister Shiliu's faces were ashen.
The cat baby was obviously sent by the Bon Dharma King to monitor us.
I also feel bitter in my heart, if Gabra is still barely acceptable.
Then this kind of cat baby is out of our tolerance range.
No wonder the original Bon religion has lost its base of believers in Tibet and is on the verge of extinction due to being squeezed out.
No one else would be able to accept such cruel methods.
At the same time, I also felt a deep pressure.
It seemed that the Bon Dharma King was determined to win over me.
He wanted to make a desperate effort to accept me into his religion and use the power of dragon veins to re-develop his original Bon religion.
If I guessed correctly, this Bon Dharma King should have been planning for a long time.
It just so happened that Tiesha Mountain was closed for a month this time, and all the Chuma Immortals in the Northeast returned to the main altar.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he acted just in time.
Once the Tiesha Mountain incident happened, I'm afraid those celestial beings would not tolerate a foreign Dharma King acting in the Northeast.
The same goes for Mr.
An, who also took advantage of this opportunity to come over.
This month is their best opportunity.
"I don't care about dragon veins or not now.
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I just want revenge.
I want to crush that Bon Dharma King to ashes.
I want to use his corpse to plant grass.
I want" The paper man suddenly fell into a kind of hysteria, and his voice became shrill again, but unfortunately, he said the rest.
He reacted suddenly, and I didn't hear what he said clearly.
But one thing I can confirm is that this paper man is indeed not Mr.
An.
His last sentence seems to have the word "memorial" in it.
If this is the case, the real Mr.
An should be dead, then who is he: