Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 35
"I really, really hate disheveled hair."

Yan Lan sighed deeply, and slowly put down the hand that combed her hair.

Her long hair drenched in the rain hung down again.

[Understood, a Taoist priest who wears his hair in a bun all the year round is like an abstinent person taking off his clothes, and he still takes off in front of a pervert like me]
[Hey, although I also feel that exuding beauty is very desirable, but why is this disgusting mentioned earlier? ]
[The Consecrated Lightning Strike Wood does a lot of damage to our evil spirits, so Yan Lan simply lacks a handy weapon. ]
[This unscrupulous game does not give out weapons, you have to go to the dungeon to grab the evil ones by yourself]
"What's the matter, Daoist Yan?"

Zhang Wen didn't notice it, she turned around and asked in doubt: "Are you going to enter the one in front of the temple, are you dressed properly?"

"When I was 12 years old, I traveled with Master to eliminate evil spirits. The first evil spirit I met was an aunt who was looking for her child on the bus at night. Master told me: No matter how well the evil spirit is disguised, the shadow will make mistakes."

Yan Lan pointed behind Zhang Wen, "Because they don't have real human spirits, they naturally don't have normal shadows that represent spirits."

Zhang Wen paused and looked along.

It happened that a flash of lightning illuminated the strangely writhing shadow.

Like a slender and swaying noodle, and like a fruit tree with swaying branches, it is full of human heads.

"That evil spirit also has many faces. I killed it, and I tore it out of curiosity, but I couldn't finish it. My master said that there are as many faces as there are, and this evil spirit has killed as many people. They have a name——"

Yan Lan looked at Zhang Wen whose eyes were gloomy and cold, and said leisurely, "A ghost with thousands of faces."

Zhang Wen showed a twisted and weird smile, and the skin on her face was agitated.

As if she hadn't seen it, Yan Lan looked up at the Dragon Palace behind her:

"But there is no problem with the Dragon Palace. The Bodhisattva enshrined is also a real Bodhisattva. You must have set up an identical illusion in front of the palace while I was in a trance after taking the bone incense."

Because in this way, he could escape from the Dragon Palace and dispel Yan Lan's suspicion.

"How strange, little Taoist."

Zhang Wen's face slid down, like a piece of dough that hadn't been stitched together, and the layers of overlapping faces flew like playing cards, floating in mid-air.

The remaining face has no facial features, only vague flesh, and then took off the five fingers, revealing flesh-colored tentacles.

At first glance, it looks like a puddle of meat with clothes on.

"It was obvious that you were dying of pain before, but now your fingers are cramping, and you still have to hold on."

The trembling of her arms could not be restrained, Yan Lan just glanced quickly.

She feels very strange now, as if she knows the pain all over her body, and the fresh blood scars have not faded, but she is separated from this severe pain by a layer of membrane, as if she is in...

dream.

"I overestimated you."

Yan Lan relaxed her nerves, instead of ushering in the darkness, she relieved part of her pain:

"I said how to protect the heart bone without crying, but it turned out that I fainted from the pain."

This evil spirit did not set up an illusion in front of the Dragon Palace Temple, but pulled the unconscious Yan Lan into a dream.

"So what if you're right?"

The thousand-faced ghost grinned grinningly, and suddenly raised his hand to slap the flesh on the head, destroying the shape of the human head, slapping it into a crooked strip of meat, and squeezing out various mouths and eyes.

"Your body is still outside. It is a heavy rainstorm and the water level is going to rise. If you don't wake up, you will be drowned."

The meat ball opened its mouth to speak, and the countless human faces suspended in the air also opened their mouths together, forming a surrounding wall of overlapping human faces:
"The woman surnamed Zhang can pull you into the temple to hide for a while, but if you don't wake up, you won't be able to complete the Nine Dragon Festival. When the dragon raises its head, you will all be drowned alive.

"That clay Bodhisattva in the temple doesn't care about you—if the Bodhisattva is so compassionate, how can he watch so many people die in Paradise?"

In the dream, the rain stopped, the wind dissipated, and the thunder and lightning disappeared.

The pale blue light flickered, exactly the same as the mottled bottom of the water.

Dreamy.

Yan Lan looked at the densely packed faces around her, and seemed to have caught sight of a few familiar faces.

"What exactly did the Nalan family raise here? What do you want?"

She looked at Thousand Faced Ghost, "You should know."

The Thousand Faced Ghost rolled his eyes, and said with a grim smile, "Naturally it's an innate magic weapon, a witch's mask."

"Witch mask?"

Sounding familiar, Yan Lan dug out the results from the messy memory fragments, and said with a sneer:

"The combination of the performance of the witchcraft gate and the tricks of the illusion gate is still the idea of ​​the Beidou lineage before it fell apart.

"The style of the Nalan family is really impressive. They are not polite to scold and step on witchcraft, but they still use their things. They really have horns—a pure foreign matter."

"You know the Beidou lineage very well." Thousand-faced ghost approached, hoarse and soft.

"The Beidou lineage is the main lineage of the modern practice world, and [-]% of the existing practice books and treasures of heaven, spirit and earth are held in their hands."

There was a smile in Yan Lan's eyes, "Not only cultivators, don't you evil spirits also know who is hard to mess with?"

"No, you are not an ordinary understanding."

The Thousand Faced Ghost stared closely at Yanlan, "You know more secrets, including the secrets of the Nalan family, including the use of the witch mask."

Oh--

Yan Lan suddenly realized: No wonder he didn't do it directly, so that's what your kid thought.

No wonder after being pulled here, even the sense of peeping in the live broadcast was gone.

I want to keep it a secret.

"Of course I know," Yan Lan smiled, "I not only know the use, but I also know how to use it."

Thousand-faced ghost trembled excitedly: "You say."

"Witch mask, you can create a new identity after wearing it. Body shape, talent, and temperament will change according to the identity setting. The popular understanding is a nesting doll.

"However, the layer of [doll skin] you put on is approved by the Dao of Heaven, you can even put on a half-immortal-level skin, and possess the magic power of a half-immortal out of thin air.

"Or just ask the god to go up and turn the god into your skin."

The thousand-faced ghost excitedly shook the eyeballs on the fleshy pillars.

"Unfortunately, the user will pay the price for this cross-level skin."

Yan Lan poured cold water on her, "It can range from madness to severe death."

The thousand-faced ghost froze.

"But I know it has no negative effects." Yan Lan added slowly.

The eyeballs on the fleshy pillars, and the eyes on the faces of hundreds of people floating in the air, all stared at Yan Lan with malice and greed.

"Do you really want to know?"

Yan Lan half closed her eyes, her eyes were dim and unclear, she spoke softly, even the continuous spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River did not confuse people with these words:

"Come closer, I'll tell you.

"Tell you a blissful shortcut to becoming a god or immortal."

"OK……"

Thousand-Miangui's eyes were longing, and he squirmed forward under Yan Lan's gaze, and stopped suddenly when he was one meter away from her, and laughed hoarsely with trembling flesh:
"Hahahaha come close to you! Do you think I'm that stupid? You'll think what you said is true!"

All the faces in the void approached, trapping Yan Lan layer upon layer.

"I've been watching you in the reservoir early in the morning, and I've seen all your tricks! As long as you don't come within one meter of your site, your Tai Chi won't be able to attack me!"

The thousand-faced ghost succeeded in mocking:
"What kind of bullshit Taoist priest, your Dharma veins have been crippled long ago! It's okay to lie to that stupid dragon, don't try to lie to me! Just save a lonely soul, suppress an evil pollution, it's impossible to hurt me!

"When I eat you and have your memory, don't you worry about not getting the secret of becoming an immortal?!"

(End of this chapter)