The two boats broke out of the clouds and descended together. As the black clouds dispersed, the land got closer and closer. They could see the details of Bat Island. The island was not big, the buildings were hidden in the trees, and a monster stood in the center The tower, the eaves and corners are sturdy, and the golden top is dazzling.
You must know that things like towers are generally built to suppress demons in the cultivation continent. The eaves of the tiles are often decorated with copper bells for soul-soothing, and the bricks are painted with talisman seals. But that's not the case with the tower at the center of Bat Island.
It has a total of seven floors, and on each floor where the copper bell should be hung, there is a skeleton head.
Jiang Yexue and Murong Chuyi activated their spiritual currents, the painting boat and nuclear boat fell to the ground, and landed directly in front of the tower in the center of Bat Island.
After the four of them got off the boat, the boat was reduced to size and taken into the Qiankun bag. When I looked up, I saw that the surrounding area of the pagoda was empty and dim, and then I took a closer look and found that there were thousands of bats curled up under the eaves. Since it was daylight at this time, these bats were all drowsy.
Jiang Yexue murmured, "Human sacrifice tower..."
Gu Mang asked, "What is the human sacrifice tower? I've only heard of the Demon Suppression Tower."
Jiang Yexue said: "The reason is the same. People build towers to suppress demons, while demons build towers to trap people. This road is a bat demon island, and the island owner will naturally not be a monk, but a bat spirit. Build this tower. It's to trap the living in it for emergencies."
"What's the emergency?"
Jiang Yexue's expression was not very good, and she said softly: "I'm not sure, some monsters eat people and store them as food. Some monsters drink blood, then..."
Before he could finish his words, Murong Chuyi had already stepped forward. Without saying a word, a talisman slammed on the main gate of the Pagoda of Sacrifices, and only a muffled sound was heard, and the ancient pagoda's cursed door was slammed open. .
Murong Chuyi flicked the dust with a wave of his arms, and brushed away the miasma gushing out of the tower. He turned his face to the side, and his dark brown eyes turned coldly: "Jiang Yexue, are you here to save people, or are you talking about a book?"
After speaking, he entered the tower without turning his head, and the pure white figure was instantly engulfed by darkness.
Jiang Yexue and the others soon followed. The hall on the first floor of the Human Sacrifice Pagoda was dark and dark, and eight thick stone pillars were dangerous and strange, towering into the top of the tower. Those stone pillars are engraved with complicated patterns, but if you look closely, you will find that they are all made of white bones piled together, and there are tens of thousands of bats hanging upside down on the eight towers.
These bats are different from the ones seen outside. Each of them is the height of an adult, but the bat membrane is not black and gray, but a translucent white. Through this layer of curled albuginea, you can see that many of them have taken human form, but some have become more and some have become less.
The one that has become more and more is almost no different from ordinary people except for the two bat wings. The one that has become less has only evolved human feet, and the rest of the positions are still hairy bats.
Looking up, these bats like the transformation of silkworm chrysalis are densely and densely hanging all over the entire tower, there are not tens of thousands or thousands.
Gu Mang was worried that he would wake them up, and asked in a soft voice, "Are they sleeping?"
Mo Xi shook his head and said, "I'm practicing in seclusion. Ancient books have recorded this kind of spirit, it's a fire bat."
The things Gu Mang cared about were always very realistic. He scanned the fire bats that covered the seven-story tower like sauce ducks, and asked Mo Xi's second question: "Are they easy to deal with?"
Mo Xi didn't answer directly, but said, "Fire bats are a species bred by a half-demon and half-immortal called Feathermen on Mount Jiuhua."
"They are actually immortals?" Gu Mang looked at the monsters with keel protruding and covered with hair, and thought first, it must be difficult to fight! Then I thought again, these little brothers are too far from the immortals I imagined.
While muttering like this, he glanced at Murong Chuyi who was standing in front.
Ask him to say that the immortal should look like Murong Chuyi anyway, Lingbo is out of the dust, his appearance is elegant, and he feels that there is no wind. His clothes and hairbands are fluttering.
There's no way these half-mouse, half-human creatures can fit in.
Fortunately, Mo Xi still had nothing to say next, so Gu Mang's impression of immortals was restored in time, Mo Xi said, "Fire bats are not half immortals. I just said that they are the descendants of Feathermen, and Feathermen are half immortals. Immortals and half-demons, some of them have strong demonic nature, they are debauched and depraved, they get along with beasts, and they give birth to monsters mixed with animal blood, which are these fire bats."
Gu Mang pinched his fingers seriously: "That's... a half-immortal, half-demon, half-beast?"
"The blood of the immortals inherits very little." Mo Xi said, "It is not an exaggeration to say that it is half beast and half demon."
Gu Mang then turned the topic back to the first one: "Then are they easy to fight?"
"The spiritual power is strong, but the mind is dull. So it's not too difficult. But this is the gathering place of fire bats. It's better not to do it if you can. Don't bother them."
After speaking, he turned to look at Jiang Yexue: "Qing Xu, can you find out if there is any trace of Yue Chenqing here?"
Jiang Yexue said, "I'll try."
He said, took out a piece of talisman paper from the Qiankun bag, blew a light breath at the paper, and the talisman paper turned into a sparrow and flew into the air.
"Go and explore Chen Qing's breath."
Ling Que took the lead and flew to the top of the tower, but when it flew to the third floor, it suddenly screamed, and then its wings were suddenly scorched by an invisible flame. Turn into a wisp of smoke!
Eight scarlet characters floated in the air:
"If aliens want to enter, sacrifice them with blood."
Jiang Yexue frowned and said, "It seems that if we are going to the tower, whether it is us or the spirit beast, we must first offer blood." After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the pool in the center of the demon tower. Plasma, lost in thought, "Are you going to drip blood into it?"
Mo Xi said, "Try it."
So the four of them walked to the blood pool, Mo Xi removed the hidden weapon dagger wrapped around his wrist sleeve, cut it into the palm of his hand, and then handed the dagger to Jiang Yexue. When everyone dripped a few drops of blood into the pool, the blood in the pool suddenly boiled and surged—
Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere, and a horrifying roar came from the inside, followed by a strange beast with a red light all over it!
Gu Mang was shocked: "What is this?!"
The blood mist splashed, but I saw that although the alien beast had a human body, its facial features were like a porcupine. It held a mountain axe, threw away the blood in the blood pool, sneezed violently, and scolded:
"Zhi Niang's thief, what's going on these few days? People have broken into the tower over and over again. Could it be that his grandma's life is impatient and wants to come to serve as a snack for His Royal Highness?"
Jiang Yexue's eyes widened suddenly: "Shanpao..."
This beast is a well-known monster in the Kyushu Continent, but Gu Mang has no memory and has no idea at all. Seeing that the other three are all clear, he can't help but feel anxious, but he is too embarrassed to ask others, so he whispers Ask Mo Xi, "What is mountain paste?"
Mo Xi replied, "It's a kind of evil beast that has existed since ancient times. It looks like a pig and is red as fire. I don't have any other hobbies on weekdays, except for scolding people."
Gu Mang thought to himself, that pig's hobby is quite similar to yours. I don't know if the two of you have a fight together and see who will win.
Shanya panted and used its little pig eyes to look at the four of them in turn, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he cursed: "The lame man, the dead face paralysis, the blue-eyed monster and the little girl, the four of you are trespassing on the bat. The tower, disturbing my dreams, I really hate it!"
Gu Mang listened to him calling them that, and immediately took his seat. He silently counted with his fingers, "The cripple is Jiang Yexue, the blue eyes are me, the princess and the little dragon girl are expressionless, but the princess is tall and tall. So the girls should be talking about Murong Chuyi who is half a head shorter than Mo Xi, then Mo Xi is dead facial paralysis.
"What are you waiting for here?! Don't bring it up quickly!"
After all, the other party is an ancient spirit beast, Jiang Yexue bowed and said: "My brother came to Mengdie Island a few days ago, and since then there is no trace, the only information is related to this bat island, so we trespassed on the precious land. ."
"Your brother?" Shan Jiao narrowed his eyes, "Haha, you are a big lame, is your brother a little lame?"
Jiang Yexue was really good-tempered, and she said, "My brother-in-law is in good health."
"Oh, that kid who isn't lame... I have indeed seen one in the past few days. Is he wearing a white-backed gold-trimmed shirt, talking and chattering, and just looking at it, a trashy snack with a pig's brain?"
The expressions of Murong Chuyi and Jiang Yexue changed slightly. Although Shanpao's words are ugly, they are indeed like Yue Chenqing. Jiang Yexue immediately saluted again and said, "Please ask sir, where is this young man now?"
This Jiang Yexue is really amazing, he can call him "Mr." in front of such a pig's brain without blushing or beating, but Shanjiao doesn't buy it, he grunts, "The lame mouth is sweet too. It's useless, the old man just asked you a question, and you haven't answered it yet. Let me ask you again, is your brother a trashy snack with a pig's brain at a glance?"
"..." Jiang Yexue didn't want to echo his scolding his younger brother. Just as he was hesitating, he heard Murong Chuyi coldly say from the side, "That's right. Stupid and long-winded, white-clothed with a golden edge. That's him. You know his whereabouts. ."
"Hey, your grandson admits it readily." Shanpao's red bean eyes turned to Murong Chuyi, "It's just that you are a big man, with a thin waist and a pretty face like a fairy, and if you're not masculine enough, it's really ugly."
"I asked you where that young man is now." Murong Chuyi was very impatient, and he was already impatient, and he asked with sonorous words.
Perhaps it was because Murong Chuyi's eyes were like flames of lightning, and his aura was too strong. Shan Jiao was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "If you ask me, I'll answer you, then I'll lose face?"
Murong Chuyi narrowed her eyes slightly: "How are you doing?"
"Of course, everything must be done according to the rules of my uncle Shanjiao!"
Murong Chuyi raised his black eyebrows: "What are the rules?"
Shan Gao snorted twice: "Humph! There is still some origin to this matter! Let me ask you first, do you know what this tower was originally used for?"
"The human sacrifice tower is used to imprison living people." Jiang Yexue replied.
"The dead lame is right, but I dreamed that Butterfly Island is full of spiritual energy, and all the monsters on the island have gradually cultivated the way of inedia. The bat king is determined to achieve the Tao, and he has rarely committed crimes for a hundred years, and he no longer needs to prey on humans for food. Well, this tower has gradually fallen into disuse, and now it has become a place for bat spirits to retreat and practice."
Jiang Yexue said warmly: "Since this is the case, there is no use for the younger brother to stay on the island. Could you please ask your highness to be kind and let the younger brother go back with me?"
"Hey, you crippled think is too beautiful. Although Bolt King doesn't take the initiative to catch and plunder monks. But your pig-brained brother slammed into the door himself, and touched the king's taboo, and let him go? Tsk tsk tsk, where is it? So easy."
Jiang Yexue said, "What kind of taboo did he commit?"
Shan Gao smiled: "It's still the same sentence, if you ask, should I answer? Everything must be according to your uncle and my rules."
Murong Chuyi had already been provoked to the critical point, he waved the dust abruptly, although he didn't intend to do anything yet, his eyes were already sparkling. ?!"
Shanpao's fangs were raised, "Little girls have thin skin and tender flesh, but their temper is rougher than that of a big man like me. It's hot enough. Okay, sir, I'll tell you."
He paused: "Master, I will guard this tower for the bat king, and it will not hurt anyone easily. If I encounter you monks visiting and inquiring about anything, I can answer your three questions with great compassion. But every time I get one The answer to the question, you have to pay the corresponding price. So you can think about it, ask, you can only ask three things. The price is down to a hair, up to three souls and seven souls... How about you, you Are you really going to do that?"
Murong Chuyi did not blink: "The first question is, where is Yue Chenqing now."
"Yo, it's refreshing, let's ask." Shanyao pointed and said, "Your first question is worthless, and I don't lie to you, sir. In this way, in exchange, I will take his The whereabouts will be notified to you."
"What do you want to change?"
Shanya licked his fat and fat lips: "Master, I like to eat the pain of others. The more painful others pass by, the more enjoyable I will chew." "If you are willing to stand honestly and let me take some painful secrets from your minds to nourish you, then I will answer your first question."
As the matter involved the other three, Murong Chuyi did not agree immediately, but turned to look at them.
Mo Xi thought to himself, since Shanya can answer all three of their questions, he should never satisfy everything Shanya wants at the first question. Otherwise, what should be the second and third questions? But before he could speak, he heard Gu Mang suddenly say:
"Brother Pig, shouldn't we count like this?"
Shan Jia's eyes widened: "Why shouldn't it be counted like this?"
Gu Mang said: "Look, we only asked you one question, but you have to collect painful memories from everyone. You are too unkind."
Shan Jiao refused to accept: "How can I not be kind, sir?!"
Gu Mang said, "What you just said by yourself is only an exchange with us. One thing is another thing, then every time we ask a question, you should only be able to capture the memory once. Right?"
"… "
"So every time you answer a question, you can only choose one person to take the thoughts, not four. You are an ancient great god, you should not take chances and talk without words."
"You!" Shanpao was so choked that he couldn't speak, and the pig's face turned red and purple.
Its face was frustrated, and it originally wanted to issue an evacuation order to drive these people back, but it could also vaguely perceive that the four present were bitter masters, and the pain of these people was naturally mellow and delicious.
Is there any reason for the fat duck to let go
Shanpao had to say in a loud voice, "Okay, okay! Then one problem will be replaced by another period of pain! But you can't help yourself recommend it, sir, I have to choose it myself!"
Gu Mang imitated his tone and said with a smile, "You can choose your own. Come on, do you want a cripple with a paralyzed face, or a little girl with blue eyes?"
Shanpa carefully looked at the four of them again, sniffing and sniffing the pig's nose, sniffing the bitter taste in the depths of their souls. The more he sucked, the more greedy he became—Gu Mang was born in slavery and lacked two souls. Mo Xi's father died young, his mother betrayed, and he was stabbed in the chest by his lover. Murong Chuyi was abandoned by her parents and was orphaned since childhood. As for Jiang Yexue, not to mention, it was the fate of the Heavenly Fiend Guxing.
Shan Gao's throat couldn't help swallowing, he almost wanted to go back on his promises and devour all their memories!
But people want face and tree bark, and mountain cream is also good for face. Although these people smelled delicious, but not to the point where it couldn't control it, so it cleared its throat and made a decision:
"Then you, just you, dead lame, come here."
Jiang Yexue smiled lightly and said, "What. Do you think my life is the hardest, sir?"
"Without arms and legs, it's you. Don't you want to?"
"I can save Chenqing, what would I not want to do?" Jiang Yexue said, "But since what Mr. wants to eat is a secret, I naturally don't want others to know. Painful memories can be taken by Mr., but Mr. Leak it out. Can you, sir, agree to this?"
Shan Jiao said: "When the memory enters my mouth, it becomes my food. How can I spit it out? Don't worry, I will never say it, sir."
Jiang Yexue was gentle but not stupid. He said, "There is no evidence, sir, can you make a demon oath?"
After all, Shanpao is a pig, and he is very gluttonous. He was eager to eat the pain of others, and he was not interested in talking about the memories he had taken, so he immediately raised two fingers and made a demon oath.
"It's alright now, right? It's just you, a dead cripple!"
Jiang Yexue smiled warmly: "Then it's up to you to pick it up."
Gu Mang and Mo Xi did not refuse either, so Shan Jia raised his head and opened his mouth, stood in the middle of the blood pool, and let out a howling sound. With his whistling, the surrounding wind suddenly rose, and several black smoke overflowed from the chests of the four people, all pouring into the mouth of the mountain cream.
When the wind died down and the waves stopped, Shan Cream opened his eyes and licked his lips with a lingering desire.
"Well, it's good, delicious. It's just that you are a dead cripple, I can't think of your painful memories with this—"
Jiang Yexue interrupted him with a smile: "Sir, did you forget what you promised?"
Shanpao kept his mouth shut, but for some reason, after chewing on Jiang Yexue's pain, it kept looking at Murong Chuyi, and Jingjing's small eyes flashed with malicious lustre.
Murong Chuyi fluttered his sleeves and said, "You have already got what you want, say, where is Yue Chenqing."
The author has something to say:
Shanpao really has such a monster~~
Shanpao (huān, Yinhuan) is the name of a monster in Chinese mythology and legends. Its shape is like a pig, and it is easy to scold people. It was said that it was first seen in the pre-Qin period. "The Classic of Mountains and Seas": "There are beasts in the bitter mountain, and the name is mountain paste. Its shape is like a chase, red like a red fire, and it is good at scolding." - This is not a popular science written by me, it is done by Baidu Encyclopedia 2333333~
Gu Mangmang: Shan Gao Shan Gao, you see, you are a monster, I have been re-quenched, and I also have the blood of monsters on my body, we are fellow ducks!
Mountain Cream: How are you doing
Gu Mangmang: So you can't pass on your special ability to eat other people's memories
Shanyao: Why do you want to learn this skill
Gu Mangmang: In this way, I can eat my memory, and I can save money for Princess Qian Qian by not eating!
Alian: Bah, why didn't you know how to save me money when you lived in my other garden? Fireball is rich to death, okay? ! Do you want to protect him like this! Hot dick man man! Blind my titanium alloy eyes!