Lie Down and Win In Horror Games

    As a city with the theme of "tour" and "leisure", there is nothing important here, so Qiushui City is not completely closed, and tourists can come and go freely.

    In the temple, only the main hall is in a closed state, and the monks meditate in place.

    The Buddha statue is still a solidified sculpture, and its flexible movements are completely invisible.

    Don't tangle, just do it. She believed that she was still capable of putting out the fire in an instant.

    Master Yan flicked his right hand, ready to take the string of beads off the monk's left wrist.

    In the end, the monk's response was not slow, and the left **** was able to hook one of the beads, so that the string of bracelets was pulled into the shape of a lollipop-protruding corner.

    At the same time, he picked up the wooden fish under his right hand and smashed it towards Yan Zhengyan who showed his body.

    The wooden fish deformed sharply in the air, sparks and lightning all the way, and the wind turned into a sharp blade and slashed towards the target.

    Hey! so close!

    I saw the woman in the low sky dodging quickly, the ponytail became a capital "one", and her feet did not forget to kick the monk who was persistently pulling a Buddhist bead.

    The monk is just a simple, ordinary body, unable to withstand the silk thread connecting the beads, and unable to resist the experienced kicking force, so he flew upside down and hit the ban at the gate of the temple It was bounced back again.

    And the bead he was holding was in Yan Zhengyan's hand, and the **** was obviously fractured.

    The monk who was bounced back bumped into the solemn Buddha statue, with a bruised nose and a bruised face.

    Yan Zhengyan did not succeed and left, but stayed to quietly watch the monk's next actions. If the city was destroyed, she could accumulate some experience so that the next monk would not have this Chances - if she still offends the next monk.

    In the eyes of monks, naturally they will not let go of strangers who grab the beads and walk away.

    He slapped the foot of the golden body of the Buddha ruthlessly, and then the Buddha head automatically left the body, wandering in the air, positioning the Buddha bead.

    I didn't see the fire, but saw the "free flight" of the Buddha's head, Yan Zhengyan immediately fled with oil on the soles of his feet.

    She still remembers that the Buddha head will swallow the beads.

    It seems that grabbing the wooden fish will make the monks set fire, and grabbing the beads will make the Buddha head out.

    Yan Zhengyan, who sprinted to escape, was looking for a place far away from the city. In the wilderness, she withdrew her spiritual power, put away the string of beads, and quietly pretended that she did not exist.

    Like a golden meteor across the sky, the Buddha head rushed to the place where Yan Zhengyan disappeared.

    It can locate the bead here, but it can't be found visually.

    In Yan Zhengyan's brain, the little golden bell pulled the jasper whip and firmly pressed the Buddha beads, while the misty white buns cheered.

    The Buddha's head outside did not give up. It opened its mouth and began to recite the scriptures, such as Huang Zhongdalu. Although it can't understand it, it can still brainwash people.

    Of course, its purpose is to call the only valuable Buddha bead.

    After the first verse of the sutra was read, the silk thread that tied the beads was broken, the beads were scattered, and the jasper whip circled them together again.

    After reciting the second verse, an ordinary Buddhist bead began to vibrate outward, trying to break through the confinement, and was shot back by the small golden bell.

    After reading the third verse, there was no change - just at the beginning, Yan Zhengyan left here.

    Buddha's head can keep up with her vaguely, but can't reach her.

    Although Yan Zhengyan chose to restrain her spiritual power in order not to be attacked, she still has other ways to travel.

    In the boundless wilderness, an empty solar skateboard is moving forward. Its black wheels tell a low profile, and the soft camouflage deck hides powerful magnets.

    The skateboard is followed by a Buddha head, followed by a surging crowd.

    When night fell, the head of the Buddha followed, and the speed remained unchanged.

    The aboriginal people encountered along the way followed the Buddha's head one by one, as if worshiping.

    The overall feeling is very sour.