Word-savvy, explore the copy

It was almost dusk at this time.

The dim golden light shone from the back of the temple, shining on the seven-story golden pagoda.

The entire pagoda is made magnificent.

The golden light of dusk also shines on the demon-suppressing stone on the field in front of the pagoda.

And the divine characters on the magic-suppressing stone showed a faint and imperceptible scarlet color.

"The blood stain ends here?"

At this time, the sound of the three people talking came from the previous side hall.

This is where the phalanges were first discovered in northern Jiangsu.

Zhuang Cai looked around.

"There must be some hiding place here, probably used to hide corpses. After all, they want to eat their own kind, right?"

While we were talking, the sun had almost completely set over the mountain.

Only the remaining light is left in the sky, still lighting up the world.

"Powwow!"

A sound like a broken jar came from a distance.

In this quiet place, it is unusually prominent.

The three of them heard it immediately.

They looked at each other and ran towards the place where the sound came from.

The direction from which the sound came was in the main hall.

I saw a jar appearing in the main hall at some point, and the jar broke into pieces.

A ball of faint light emerged, like a soul.

The swaying soul was swaying towards Zhuang Cai and the others at the door.

Hissing, a faint sound appeared in their ears.

"You are finally here, save...save us."

They understood this, or it was not a language at all, but the information was transmitted directly into their minds.

"Did you hear it?" Nan Subei asked in surprise.

The two nodded.

"Isn't this just transmitting sounds into secrets?" Nan Subei said excitedly.

Zhuang Cai ignored him, but Wu Nian was a little confused.

Zhuang Cai asked directly: "How can I save you?"

"Jar, everyone's jar."

At this time, Zhuang Cai immediately realized that after the death of an accomplished eminent monk, his body would be made into a Buddha statue and placed in the pagoda at the back.

But when ordinary monks die, their ashes are put into jars for preservation.

Those who have family members will be taken away by their families, and those who do not have family members will be buried in the temple.

"Where is it? How are we going to find it?" Nan Subei asked directly.

"Follow me, follow me."

The voice rang in their minds, and the group of ghosts floated directly outward, and several people immediately followed. Zhuang Cai, who fell behind, looked back at the broken jar.

I could faintly see the name on the fragments inside and outside the urn.

Gray Claw Crazy.

He is the first senior brother.

Zhuang Cai has seen this name before.

Didn't you expect it to be him?

Thinking of this, Zhuang just quickened his pace and followed him out.

The three of them kept running behind the ghost.

At this time, Zhuang Cai had expanded the forging hammer in his hand into the attack mode of a two-handed hammer.

Wu Nian's right hand was also holding the hammer he used to attack the wolves before. There is also a faint Buddha light on it.

Zhuang Cai glanced at it, and it seemed that this was the reason why he had the confidence to come to this copy.

Soon they came to the backyard and to the side room where these monks rested.

I am very familiar with this local village.

Throughout the day, he spent the longest time in these courtyards.

And a jar appeared clearly on the stone table in the courtyard.

"That's it?" Nan Subei asked.

Because this jar is almost the same as the broken urn in the main hall.

Nan Subei reached out and wanted to touch it, but Wu Nian next to him grabbed his hand and shook his head.

"If we take it, we'll have to keep running."

Although he didn't say it clearly, Zhuang Cai had a brief understanding of the copy and some ambiguous comments. It is difficult to deduce the behavior of saving 5 souls at night.

They have arrived in front of the Soul Altar, but there are no enemies to stop them, which means there may be problems when they pick it up.

"That is to say, there are 5 urns for 5 souls, and they are distributed in different places. The only one that can help us is this group of souls." Nan Subei said with some uncertainty.

Wu Nian nodded. But he actually doesn't know much.

Because the strategies for clearing the level are two extremes.

Either very rough or very detailed.

A very rough guide allows you to understand a copy and have a certain degree of mental preparation. In this way, the guide will hardly bring you any points deduction after completing the level.

A very detailed guide that allows you to follow the guide step by step and get high scores. Although there are deductions, because the degree of completion is too high, even if it is subtracted, it will still be more points than what you would get if you fumble around.

The kind of strategy that is neither high nor low and has not yet been completed is the most annoying.

So even though a team had previously achieved the highest score on record in this instance.

But they still didn't reveal their strategy, because they had very few points, indicating a very low degree of completion.

It might even be wrong.

Because they didn't even see five souls that night.

But sometimes, faced with difficult copies. You have to understand these rudimentary strategy information.

For example, Wu Nian is in this state now.

Zhuang Cai and the others only knew the most basic general information, and there would be almost no deductions from their evaluation.

"Take it." Zhuang Cai said directly.

Hearing this, Nan Subei nodded and directly hugged the jar into his arms.

The moment he held the jar in his arms, a faint scarlet aura began to appear around him.

A smell of blood, even a stench, began to permeate the surroundings.

"They're coming, they're coming."

The sounds of wandering souls rang in their ears.

"Take us to the next one!" Zhuang Cai said directly.

The ghost began to float lightly into the distance, and the three of them immediately followed.

However, as soon as they entered the courtyard, an enemy weapon was hidden on the side of the courtyard door, and he shot them down directly.

They were completely unaware of this sudden attack.

I don't know when the enemy hid here. They were clearly not there when they came in.

Through the moonlight, Zhuang could see it.

It was a pig-headed man with red eyes and a green body.

He has a fat body and holds a long stick in his hand.

The stick hit South and North Jiangsu directly, with a clear target.

Fortunately, Nan Su Bei's body was flexible, and he was about to be attacked at the moment. He immediately bent sideways to avoid it, and the stick grazed his leg and hit the soil next to him.

Wu Nian, who was just to the left of Nansu Bei, raised his hand and waved.

The hammer held in his right hand, with the blessing of golden light, hit the pig-headed man's nose hard.

The sound of fractures was heard on the spot, and dark red blood flowed directly from his face.

One blow directly smashed the pig-headed man's face to pieces.

However, the pig-headed man who took this blow was huge and only shook twice. He couldn't feel the pain at all, and he didn't even scream. He still wanted to attack them with a stick, and the target was still southern and northern Jiangsu.

He didn't pay any attention to Wu Nian who attacked him.

Nan Subei hugged the urn, keeping his current bent body, and swept his legs.

This blow just knocked the pig-headed man to the ground.

A hammer hit the pig-headed man directly on the back of the head.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise.

The heads of the pig-headed men immediately exploded like watermelons, blood splattered, and even their bodies couldn't help but get some of it. The smell was unusually fishy.

Wu Nian couldn't help but look sideways at the hammer in Zhuang Cai's hand in surprise.

It looks hollow and light, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful.

I didn't see it when I encountered wolves before.

However, the headless corpse started to crawl on the ground again, heading towards South and North, with blood still flowing around it.

The blood was even mixed with scarlet aura, controlling the movement of his body.

Like an evil ghost in hell, he refuses to close his eyes and seems to want revenge.

Extremely scary in the moonlight.

"Can you still move without your head?" Nan Subei couldn't help but ask.

"run!"