Looking at that tempting pile of gold coins again, Chu Mo felt a pang of fear and panic.
Because he knew very well that he should be at home sleeping right now.
Now?
Why did it appear here?
Chu Mo's expression suddenly changed, his pupils contracted sharply, and his body involuntarily tensed up.
Since it's not a dream.
Could it be...?
The thought of ghosts made his face turn deathly pale, making him look even more ashen than a dead man, and his heart pounded like thunder.
As an atheist of the 21st century and an outstanding successor to socialism...
He never believed in ghosts or spirits.
But now he firmly believes that people should embrace all the unknowns...
Remain in awe!
He only hoped that he would encounter a kind female ghost... oops! A goddess!
He spent a long time mentally preparing himself before finally mustering the courage to shout:
Is...is anyone there?
The entire bronze hall was eerily quiet, and no one answered his question.
Chu Mo didn't dare to move around casually; this place always gave him a sense of inexplicable danger.
The palace was magnificent, with a huge golden statue of a god standing in the very center.
Because the statue was facing away from him, it was impossible to see which deity was being worshipped.
Fortunately, he discovered that no one had been to this place for a long time.
The dust on the ground is very thick!
This gave him a slight sense of relief.
His eyes drifted back to the gold coins, and his mindset began to change.
If no one is around, can I take some of these gold coins with me?
His heart was pounding.
Faced with such temptation, he, being poor, had no desire to resist.
More than a hundred boxes, all full of gold coins!
He estimated that the box weighed at least three tons, which was nearly two billion Chinese Yuan!
What about those hundred-plus boxes?
But all he could do was take off his pants... then tie the two pant legs together and start stuffing them with gold coins.
After filling it up, I weighed it, poured some out, and then tied it with a belt.
Even at around 30 kilograms, it's worth millions.
He wasn't blinded by greed; in an unfamiliar place, it's important to reserve enough energy.
If there's no danger, he can come back for it next time. Even if he doesn't come back, these gold coins will be enough to change his fate.
As for leaving empty-handed...
Ha, how could that be? Poverty is sometimes worse than death.
He slung his trousers over his shoulder and walked excitedly out of the hall.
As I passed by the golden statue, I curiously touched it... and it really was golden!
He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.
"This is... ah... damn it!!"
A bloodcurdling scream instantly echoed throughout the entire hall.
Chu Mo's face was contorted and pale, covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
The instant he touched the statue, he felt something rush into his brow, followed by excruciating pain.
Fortunately, the pain only lasted a few seconds before calming down.
But before he could even feel relieved, the light in the hall immediately dimmed.
A tidal wave of black mist surged in from outside the door, seemingly endless.
The eerie, chilling aura of death instantly filled the entire palace, causing his heart to pound with unease.
My blood was boiling violently, and my soul felt as if it were being cut apart with a blade...
Chu Mo couldn't help but roar in pain, his mind beginning to blur.
He bit his tongue hard, and while he still had a sliver of consciousness, he decisively plunged into the black mist.
Rushing out might not guarantee survival, but staying here guarantees death!
The dark path seemed endless, and he stumbled along, numb and mechanical.
Only one lingering thought remained in his empty mind: escape from here, escape...
Until his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.
...
I don't know how much time passed.
Chu Mo slowly woke up, only to find himself in a dilapidated wooden house.
The house was small, simple, and old, and looked quite old.
But he had no interest in looking at it any further.
At this moment, his bones were still aching unbearably, his limbs were so weak that he could barely move, and he couldn't even feel his head.
He felt that he might be dying soon.
"You're awake?"
A gaunt, white-haired old man walked from outside the door to his bedside.
The man was very old, with white hair and beard; Chu Mo estimated that he was at least one or two hundred years old.
He wore a coarse linen robe, had a ruddy and kind face, and a pair of bright and deep eyes like stars.
He truly possesses an ethereal and otherworldly air, transcending the mundane world!
This old man is definitely not an ordinary person!
"Cough...Old man, where is this? How did I end up here?"
Chu Mo's voice was weak, and he couldn't move his body at all; he could only turn his eyes to look at the old man.
The old man sat on the edge of the bed and gently placed his hand on him.
A warm current flowed into his body, instantly easing his pain.
"thank you!"
Chu Mo was horrified, his mind racing with wild thoughts. The old man's methods were truly bizarre.
What happened today has shattered his understanding of the world.
The old man looked at him with a complicated expression, and after a long while, he slowly said:
"This is Lingyin Village. Earlier, I discovered something unusual in the Burial God Abyss and rushed to its edge, where I happened to find you unconscious."
"Where do you come from? Why are you in the Burial Abyss?"
"Burial God Abyss?"
Chu Mo looked puzzled.
"Old man, I don't know anything about... Burial God Abyss. I just had a dream, and then I appeared in the palace."
"What? You've been inside that palace?"
The old man's expression changed drastically, and he stared at him in shock, as if he were looking at a monster.
Although he didn't know why the other party was so surprised, Chu Mo still nodded with difficulty.
The old man looked surprised and uncertain.
Although the young man's soul was severely damaged, his death was already predetermined.
But that's the divine palace of the Burial God Abyss!
In the past ten thousand years, only one person has ever come out of it alive.
Is there one more now?
After a long while, the old man's face finally regained its composure.
But the way he looked at Chu Mo had changed dramatically.
"The so-called Burial Abyss of Gods refers to the canyon that spans a hundred miles around the palace."
"Legend has it that an ancient god once perished there, hence the name."
The old man looked at him with a look of amazement.
"Lingyin Village has been located here for nearly ten thousand years. You are the second person in history to come out of it alive."
"Who was the first one? Is he dead?"
Chu Mo asked this question simply to find out if there was any hope for him.
"That's a legend!"
The old man didn't say much to the man, but looked at him with sympathy.
"You have been corrupted by the evil energy of gods and demons. If no miracle occurs, you may only have a few days to live. Do you have any last words?"
"Do they only have a few days to live?"
Chu Mo looked panicked, even though he had been somewhat prepared after waking up.
But when it comes to actually facing it, I still can't accept it calmly.
He really didn't want to die!
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