"Yes, my sister has the same name as you, but her surname is different. Her name is Wang Qimeng." I stopped and looked at Qimeng and said.

After listening to it, Qimeng continued to ask in surprise:

"You said before that she looks the same as me?"

"It's not just the same. I grew up with my sister. I know her appearance clearly, but when I saw you, I really thought you were her, with the same appearance, personality, conversation, and even the attitude towards others." I looked at Qimeng and said seriously.

After hearing this, Qimeng was silent for a while, raised her head and looked at me half-believingly and asked:

"Are there really two people like this in the world?"

"Sister Qimeng, if I hadn't seen you, I wouldn't have believed it." I said.

Qimeng lowered her head and was silent again, and did not continue to ask.

I didn't say much, and walked quickly to the back of the temple. Qimeng followed me and asked in confusion:

"Wang Cheng, where are you going?"

"The front door of Yunshan Temple was sealed and the main hall was surrounded by the criminal police team. Where do you think the mastermind behind the temple would escape?" I asked Qimeng as I walked.

"Back door!" Qi Meng said.

"Yes, so I'm planning to go back and block him now. If he wants to escape from the back door, I'll be able to catch the mastermind behind the scenes." I said, and couldn't help but speed up.

The back door was locked, and there was no secret door around. I asked Qimeng to hide in the dark, while I was tightly attached to the wall, waiting quietly.

In my hand, I was holding Wang Li's pistol without bullets, and wanted to use this pistol to scare the mastermind behind the scenes.

I wanted to catch him and ask all the secrets in the Yunshan Temple. Whose injustice is to be used to cultivate the wronged soul of the "White Tiger Rising Head" into the Five-Tire Ghost, and how did the zombies in the hall cultivate it?

Finally, why do you gather hundreds of believers in the middle of the night, and what is the purpose?

While I was thinking about these questions in my mind, I suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from the yard, approaching me. I listened carefully and found that there should be only one person coming.

Sure enough, I still waited for it. It was not difficult to deal with it alone. I wiped the sweat from my palm on my pants, waiting for the mastermind to appear behind the scenes.

With a light sound of "Swoosh!", I saw a black figure suddenly jumping onto the wall. Seeing this, I quickly raised my pistol, stood up from the secret, and aimed at the figure on the wall.

"Don't move!!" I pointed the gun at the man and shouted. The man was dressed in black, with a huge package behind him, a mask on his face, and stared at me with deep eyes, without any turmoil, as if my appearance was as expected.

"Wang Cheng, do you know who I am?" A familiar voice came from the man's mouth.

When I heard the sound of this man talking, my whole body trembled and I even began to doubt that there was something wrong with my hearing, because the sound of this man speaking was exactly the same as my master Jiuyan!

"You...who are you?!" I don't believe that my master will be the mastermind behind this temple.

The man stared at me and didn't say anything anymore, but slowly pulled off the black mask on his face. Under the moonlight, I clearly saw his face. It was my master Jiuyan.

At this moment, I felt like the sky had fallen. Why was it my master?! All of this is fake, absolutely fake. I don’t believe it, don’t believe it...

Master Jiuyan stood above the wall and stared at me from a high place. Seeing that I was a little distracted, he jumped up from the wall, and a short blade appeared in his hand, and chopped towards me.

"Wang Cheng! Be careful!!" Qimeng's shout came from behind me.

The master took action very quickly, and I was not prepared for him at all. When I realized it, it was too late to avoid it.

The short blade slashed on my chest. I saw blood splashing in front of me, and my whole body was crushed to the ground by a huge force.

Master Jiuyan held the short blade that was still dripping with blood in his hand, and stepped on my neck with his feet. A pair of emotional eyes stared at me for a few seconds, leaving a sentence: "Don't blame me, this is all your own fault." Then he quickly escaped.

Seeing Master Jiuyan's figure disappearing into the night, Qimeng ran over. She knelt in front of me, pressed her hands hard on the wound on my chest, and shouted loudly to help me.

Gradually, I felt that Qimeng's shouting was getting smaller and smaller, my body became colder, and even my vision became blurred.

Why did Master treat me like this?

This is the last thought that popped up in my mind before I fell into a coma...

Darkness, endless darkness, I felt like I had fallen into a bottomless abyss, my body was slowly swallowed by darkness, so tired, I had no strength to struggle, and I wanted to sleep...

The memories in my mind are gradually dissipating...

When I woke up again, I opened my eyes and saw a blur, and the surroundings were steaming. When I looked down, I found that I was soaking in a huge wooden barrel without a single piece.

The water temperature in the wooden barrel was just right, and the strong smell of Chinese medicine drilled straight into my nose.

"Hu~~" I let out a long sigh and sighed that I was still alive, but who saved me and brought me here, and where is this place?

I was about to stand up from the inside with the wooden barrel wall, but without much force, I felt a torn pain coming from my chest.

I couldn't help but groaned, and I looked down. Although the wound on my chest had been stitched with thin threads, it had not completely healed, and there were still traces of blood flowing out.

"Cruff~" The door sounded, and through the fog, I saw a figure. Someone must have walked in.

I hurriedly squatted down and stared at the figure and observed it carefully.

"You finally woke up. If you don't wake up again, I'll be ready to throw you down the mountain to feed the wild dogs."

I heard the sound of this speech as soon as I heard it. It was Zuo Qiu Yingxue.

Could it be that she saved me?

"Miss Zuoqiu, did you save me?" It would be better to be polite under the eaves. I looked at Zuoqiu Yingxue walking through the heat. Today she changed into a black tights, outlining her already-inspiring curves more perfectly.

She glanced at me and snorted coldly:

"Wang Cheng, you've thought too much, so I don't have that time to spare you. It's not me who saved you, but Eighth Master."

Eighth Master? After hearing this name, I suddenly remembered it. Isn’t Eighth Master the old man named Cheng Wanli before?

This Eighth Master seems to be the head of their group of Black Mountain Wolf Generals.

"Why did Master Eighth save me?" I looked at Zuo Qiu Yingxue and asked.

She did not answer my question, but took out a small wooden box from her bag and opened it. She stared at me and said:

“Stand up.”
Chapter completed!