Ye Qiutang froze at his words, then reached out to poke another hole and take a look. Jiang Cheng grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Don't do anything reckless. Wasn't the last lesson enough?"
Ye Qiutang and Jiang Cheng had fallen for the priests' trick in the Hall of Merit before. If not for the fact that the Fatty hadn't been taken in, things would have gotten complicated.
After motioning for the Fatty to move aside, Jiang Cheng leaned toward the small hole and peered inside. Slowly, his breathing quickened too. The Fatty was right—the monk was indeed Song Tianming!
But Song Tianming was clearly no longer alive. His eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes were uneven in size, and there wasn't a trace of light in his gaze.
Song Tianming moved stiffly out of the darkness, his expression exactly as it had been before he died. What surprised Jiang Cheng was that he was holding an unlit candlestick.
Now that they had seen Song Tianming, the identities of the six others with their backs to the monk became obvious. They were the six people who had died earlier.
What Jiang Cheng couldn't understand was why these dead people had appeared here—and why they looked as if they were worshipping Buddha.
Jiang Cheng had never heard of the dead worshipping Buddha before.
Just as Jiang Cheng was about to move aside so the impatient Ye Qiutang could take a look too, something unexpected happened. The dead-looking Song Tianming suddenly turned, his gaze meeting Jiang Cheng's eyes.
The next second, indescribable malice spilled from those hollow eyes. Jiang Cheng suddenly felt his whole body go cold. His hands and feet stiffened beyond his control, and countless bizarre images were forcibly crammed into his mind. They showed a bloody sacrificial ritual: men clutching