A flash of lightning lit up in the night sky, making the girl's face look white and bright.

This is Chen Tong, she had once mixed in the crowd and saw it from afar.

The old nun took action without hesitation.

The cold light broke through the air, and Chen Tong's pupils suddenly tightened. This was not an ordinary short knife, but a chain knife.

The other end of the chain knife is in the hands of the old nun, and it is free to hold it.

There are very few masters in the world who are good at using chain knives, because this skill is not easy to practice. But this is a weapon for killing people. Anyone who uses chain knives will probably be killers.

This old nun is not only a killer, but also a dead soldier.

The dead soldiers fight with their lives, either I die or you die, and the dead soldiers take the action as a killer move.

Chen Tong did not turn around. She looked directly at the chain knife that was pressing towards her eyebrows, and then stepped back. The water splashed behind her was splashed by her. She took back more than ten steps, and then threw it out, pressing each step!

Suddenly, Chen Tong turned around and ran towards the rain curtain in front. The old nun put away the chain knife, her plump body was like a swordfish, and with her flexibility that was completely inconsistent with her figure, she chased Chen Tong in front straight.

Chen Tong was running faster and faster in front of him, but the old nun's body movement was faster than her. Gradually, she and Shen Tong were only one step away.

In front is the Sutra Pavilion, which is the last courtyard of Deyin Temple. On weekdays, few people will come here except for the monks in the temple, and even more pilgrims in the temple will not come.

The old nun sneered repeatedly. Chen Tong didn't know the situation in the temple and just ran away, but she didn't know that she was about to run to the Sutra Pavilion. As far as she knew, there was only one old monk in the Sutra Pavilion, and he lived and ate here. The old monk was old and had long been deaf in his ears. He had to shout for help when talking to him. On such a rainy night, Chen Tong ran into the Sutra Pavilion, and even if he shouted for help, no one could hear it.

There are two ancient trees in the courtyard of the Sutra Pavilion, both of which are as thick as a hug. Chen Tong's petite figure flashed through the trees. The old nun took a deep breath, her feet were filled with wind, and she chased after them like lightning.

The heavy rain became heavier and heavier, and Chen Tong's figure disappeared into the rain instantly. The old nun was not worried that she would run away, and Chen Tong couldn't run away.

These two trees are ancient locust trees. The rain washed the leaves into crystal clearness and shining lights on the rainy night. The old nun rushed over. She did not stop and passed through the trees quickly.

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong. The light that was supposed to be on the leaves, but for some reason it came to her. She was passing through the trees, perhaps the leaves were falling...

All this was like lightning flashing through her mind, and then, like those lights, they flew away together, and it was her head...

The fishing line is dotted. The height of the fishing line is just enough for a twelve-year-old child to run over from below. As long as you grow taller, you will encounter the fishing line. Of course, if you just walk slowly here, you may be cut by the fishing line, but you will not have any worries about your life, but if you run by like lightning, you will be in trouble.

The old nun is such an unlucky person.

Chen Tong walked out of the darkness, put away the remaining fishing line, and then called softly: "Orange!"

With a meow, a wet body jumped into her arms, screamed twice in dissatisfaction, and then tightened and refused to look up again.

The rain was so heavy that even the cat was afraid.

Chen Tong touched its head and whispered: "Don't be anxious, there's still one left."

In the dark night, there was another thunder, and a little monk was awakened and cried out in fear.

Huineng, who was sleeping next to him, covered his ears and turned over.

Another monk was woken up by the little monk, sat up, and scolded, "I wasn't awakened by the thunder, but I was scared by you. I still have to work tomorrow morning, so go to bed quickly."

The little monk flattened his mouth aggrievedly. He hugged Huineng from behind and whispered: "Senior Brother Huineng, let me sleep with you."

Huineng had no choice but to turn around, pat his back, and said, "It's okay, it's just thunder, just go to bed."

The little monk sobbed quietly, but he didn't dare to sleep anymore.

It was windy outside, and a gust of wind blew open the windows, and the heavy rain immediately splashed.

The little monk was so scared that he retracted into the quilt and covered his head with it.

Huineng sat up, and he walked to the window barefoot, trying to close the window.

Suddenly, he saw a person, or a face, which was the face of an old nun. In the heavy rain, the face was on the tree branch outside the window, with his eyes wide open.

Huineng suddenly closed the window, his heart pounding, and the hallucination must have been an hallucination just now.

"Senior Brother Huineng, what's wrong?" The little monk's timid voice came from behind.

"Huineng, close the window and go to bed quickly." Another monk said.

Huineng breathed deeply, nothing happened, it was just an hallucination. It must be the little monk who cried just now, disturbed his dream and made him dizzy for a moment.

Huineng went to bed again, and the sound of raindrops hitting the window came outside the window. The window paper was already wet and it was going to be replaced tomorrow. Deyin Temple is in full bloom and there is money. He will not be stingy with the window paper used by monks.

Huineng was thinking randomly, but tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep.

The little monk next to him finally fell asleep after crying. The snoring sounds in the Zen room were one after another. Huineng couldn't help but remember the days he was in the Dead Soldier Camp.

He was only nine years old when he first entered the Death War camp, and he was also such a big bunk. More than a dozen children slept on a big bed. In the middle of the night, he fell into the river in a dream. After climbing up, his body was wet. When he woke up in the morning, he found that it was the child sleeping next to him wet the bed.

The familiar face appeared in his mind again, the old nun's face.

The old nun's small eyes were so wide that it seemed as if she had seen something extremely frightened.

What made her so scared? Did she discover something?

Also, he seemed to have just seen her face, but he didn't have her body.

How could she be on the tree branch?

It was the head, her head. Cut off the head and put it on the tree branch, and the window of the Shen Zen Room was facing the tree branch.

So it was not a coincidence that the window was blown open by the wind just now. Someone pushed the window open outside and let him see the head.

How could this happen? The old nun has a very high martial arts skills, so how could he be easily killed and cut off his head?

I misread it, it was him who misread it. During the day, he had seen the old nun. He slept half asleep and half awake. He mistakenly regarded something on the tree branch as the old nun's face.

But what else will be on the tree branch?

Huineng could no longer hold it back, so he sat up quietly and tiptoed out of the Zen room.
Chapter completed!