Chapter 52: Night Rain Wild Temple (14) (1)
Even after squeezing into the old woman's shabby little house, the crew members were still shaken and trembling all over.
Apparently, they were just chased by that monster, which almost broke through the car door and got in. Everyone was so frightened that they haven't recovered for a long time yet.
"Was that a rat outside just now?" The staff member's voice was tearful. When he got out of the car, his legs went weak and he stumbled into the hut, kneeling on the rough ground.
"How could there be such a big rat? It's... it's a monster! Yes, it's a monster! A monster that comes to eat our flesh and blood!"
Another staff member who was extremely frightened was shouting hysterically at the top of his lungs, shouting so hard that the veins on his neck were exposed.
The more timid staff members nearby were already scared to tears, huddled aside and wiping away their tears.
The rest of the staff were not in good condition either. They all looked extremely nervous and frightened, and had a dazed look on their faces. They didn't yet have the sense that they were out of danger.
"We are saved. We are still alive."
"Wow, I almost thought I was going to die. It's so scary. What the hell is this place? How can there be such big and fierce rats?"
"Thank you, grandma. Thank you, grandma."
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The old woman wearing an old faded shawl stood hunched over, looking coldly at the group of people crowded in her little house, their chattering breaking the original silence in the field.
Her old, wrinkled face showed undisguised disgust.
But when she heard the staff member who was obviously mentally broken shouting "monster", the old woman's frown relaxed slightly, and her old face revealed a moment of kindness and compassion that was inconsistent with her age and personality.
It’s like the heartache a mother expresses when she sees her child suffering, and she wants to reach out to heal her child’s wounds and bear the pain for her.
But that expression was soon replaced by the old woman's ferocious expression.
She snorted heavily, and it was unclear whether she was scolding the staff or something else. Her eyebrows were raised and her face was scary, as if she was angry: "Things that don't know how to respect God, what is there to protect! A bunch of ungrateful ungrateful wolves, I hope they are all eaten! Humph."
Because of the old woman's sudden vicious curse, everyone in the hut who were originally shouting in fear and seeking comfort from each other suddenly became quiet and turned to look at the old woman in surprise.
The heavy rain was still falling outside the cottage, hitting the windows madly. The glass made a sound of being unable to bear the weight, as if it would be shattered by the heavy rain at any time.
But the dim kerosene lamp hanging in the hut, although dim, flickered in the cold wind mixed with raindrops, as if it would go out at any time in the next second, but it always stubbornly illuminated the world.
It weakly but stubbornly fought against the darkness coming from all directions, making everyone standing in the cabin feel a little relieved.
The slightly older assistant director reacted faster than the others. He walked over awkwardly and said, "Mother-in-law, do you have any beliefs or offerings here? I just heard you talking about a certain deity. Thank you for helping us drive away the rats and taking us in. Can we go and burn some incense to that deity to express our gratitude?"
"Incense?" The old woman sneered, "It has been cut off a long time ago. How can there be gods? How can there be offerings? Ha."
However, although the old woman said this, perhaps because the assistant director was sincere enough and his words hit the nail on the head, the old woman's hand movements were still better than before.
She turned around and walked into the house with her hands behind her back.
"Since you want to go to Wild Wolf Peak, then wait until the rain stops. When the rain stops, you can leave."
Clearly, when he mentioned Wild Wolf Peak before, the old woman got so angry that she frightened him to his knees, but she was willing to let them take shelter in the hut temporarily. And now, she took the initiative to bring up the matter of Wild Wolf Peak.
The assistant director was completely confused by the old woman's changing reactions, but he quickly thanked her and asked other staff members to check the injuries.
After confirming their safety, the relaxed staff all breathed a sigh of relief and immediately sat down limply.
Cold, fear, hunger, clothes sticking to my body from being wet...
Everyone was trembling and their faces were pale.
Unexpectedly, the old woman who had gone to the back room with her hands behind her back came out again with a dustpan full of things. She threw the dustpan at the feet of the people who were slumped on the ground, making a "bang!" sound.
The old woman's expression was still horrible, and she said impatiently, "You can wear your old clothes if you can. Don't freeze to death in front of God and dirty His altar."
The assistant director, who was about to say thank you, came over when his stomach made an inopportune "gurgling" sound. After not eating for a few hours and having experienced the shock and escape, his hungry stomach was already protesting.
This sound was like a switch, and the cabin began to be filled with "gurgling" sounds, each one louder than the last.
I don’t know if it was the assistant director, but the rest of the staff were all blushing and holding their stomachs, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Well, thank you, grandma. We can change our wet clothes here." The young staff member blushed and bowed to the old woman as he picked up the dustpan.
The old woman's expression softened a little, and she pointed to another corner of the hut and said, "There is a stove and firewood, as well as potatoes and flour. Eat them if you want, but don't expect an old woman like me to serve you."
Everyone thought that having a place to rest and avoid the giant rat was good enough, but they didn't expect to have clothes and food as well. They immediately thanked with surprise.
"Thank you, mother-in-law. We can do it ourselves. We are grateful to have something to eat."
Since they can serve as logistics personnel for a travel variety show, many staff members already have experience in surviving in the wild, or are quite strong. They are not squeamish people who have never experienced hardship. They quickly changed out of their wet clothes, lit the stove, and began to think about how to cook a meal with these ingredients.
After the fear just faded away, everyone started to laugh and chat, trying to have fun in the midst of hardship. A low laugh also rang out in the small house, which seemed extremely warm under the dim light.
After she finished speaking, the old woman sat down in a rattan chair at the edge of the hut, and quietly watched these people in the dim light beyond the illumination of the kerosene lamp.
The lights, the laughter, the smell of food…these memories are already very distant.
Since the nightmare of destruction began more than a decade ago, the laughter of the villagers and celebrations, and the scenes of children chasing and playing under the sacred tree have never been seen again.
Thinking about it now, the scene has become blurred. All that remains in my memory are those hateful faces, the banknotes waving in their hands, and the arrogant bosses standing behind them with beer bellies and ill-fitting suits.
The roar of machines replaced the chirping of cicadas and the laughter of children. Trees fell one after another, but the villagers cheered and jumped for joy. They had completely forgotten the lively time at the mountain god temple fair and the stable life with abundant harvests under the protection of the mountain god...
The old woman's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and a dazed look appeared on her wrinkled face, as if she had been lost in a past meeting.
Because the vehicle was parked outside and most of the emergency medicines and food prepared for the program were in the vehicle, the staff silently encouraged themselves, overcame their fears, ran to the vehicle, picked up a lot of food and containers, and ran back to cook a fairly delicious and sumptuous meal.
"Mother-in-law, have you had dinner yet? We made one for you, too. Would you like to try our cooking?"
Suddenly, a staff member came trotting up to the old woman with a container of food and a relaxed smile on his face. He placed the still steaming food on the low table beside her, with an expression as natural as if he was facing an elder at home.
He smiled without any gloom, as if he had completely come out of the fear just now, and said to the old woman: "Don't look at me like this, when I was down and out, I worked as a chef in a street restaurant, and my cooking skills were not bad."
Seeing the young man's smile, the old woman who was about to curse suddenly stopped. After a while, she snorted coldly: "It's so late, you are just eating, you little brat who doesn't take care of your body."
But she hesitated and still did not push the food away.
After eating the hot potato meal, everyone felt that their empty stomachs were filled, and their panicked hearts finally settled down.
I couldn't help but let out a relaxed and comfortable sigh, and I also had extra energy to pay attention to other things.
"Mother-in-law, when we came here, we clearly saw fields on both sides. Why is there no one in the village? Do you live here alone?" someone asked curiously.
Someone immediately agreed: "Yeah, I was too scared just now and didn't look carefully. Now that I think about it, there really was no one along the way. The lights in the houses in the village were not on, and we didn't hear anyone's dog barking even though we were making so much noise."
"Now that you mention it, it's quite strange. When the car got stuck in the mud, I clearly saw that the ridges of the fields were being taken care of and crops were planted. How come there is no one in the village?"
"The dogs and geese in the village should be very alert. My hometown is in the village, and often when there is any movement in the village, the dogs start barking."
“It seems like this…”
…
Everyone was eating and talking at the same time, looking at the old woman with curious and inquiring eyes.
The old woman who hadn't been watched by so many living people for a long time: "..."
She twisted her body uncomfortably, and her skinny and hunched figure under the old shawl subconsciously tried to straighten up a little, as if she wanted to show her former dignity.
"There's been no one in the village for a long time. I've been the only one living here for more than ten years."
The old woman laughed sarcastically and said, "But there are many things that are not human. The fields you see are planted by them."
"Don't you want more food and more money? Don't you want to sleep soundly with mountains of gold and silver?" The old woman said in a cold tone, "If the righteous gods who abide by the rules of the world don't allow it, other "gods" will agree. But everything has cause and effect. What is taken away must be returned tenfold or a hundredfold. It depends on whether they have the life to pay it back."
The staff member who was just curious thought that the young people in the village had gone out to work, but he didn't expect the old woman to give him such an answer. An inexplicable chill rose from his feet and spread to his whole body. Even his stomach, which had just eaten hot food, became heavy as if it was filled with stones.
He swallowed and asked, "Well, what if I can't pay it back?"
The old woman glanced at him and said indifferently, "Don't worry, you won't. You are strong and willing to work, and you earned all the money you earned. Even if the gods are still here, they will only think that you abide by the rules. You don't owe the heaven and earth any debt."
"But it's not necessarily the case for some people." The old woman said sarcastically and disdainfully, "Some people take the mountains and forests that do not belong to them as their own, relying on the mercy and charity of the righteous gods and not being able to blame them, and then committing great evil deeds. The debts they owe are already higher than their souls, and they have to continue to pay their debts even after death. The righteous gods cannot save them."
"They must return everything they begged from the 'God'. The more generous the 'God' appears to be, the more malicious his intentions may be. If one cannot see the rules of the transaction clearly, then one can only sell one's soul to the 'God' and become a slave controlled by it."
Everyone was stunned by the old woman's words.
They were originally curious about the situation in the village and wanted to see if they would encounter any danger if they set out after the rain stopped tomorrow morning. They also wanted to chat about some trivial household topics to get closer to the old woman.
But they didn't expect that the old woman would say so many things that were beyond their comprehension.
Several staff members who had experienced Guishan Villa suddenly realized something. Their eyes immediately widened and they felt a chill running up their spines.
They looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
There is no one in the village. Some people owe debts and have to pay them back even after they die. The fields are full of crops...
According to the old woman, where did all the villagers go? What were the crops in the fields growing? What were those rats that were chasing them all the way? Why was the old woman so used to it and even able to drive them away?
The more they studied it, the colder they felt, as if they had glimpsed a forbidden area belonging to gods and ghosts. Any strangers who accidentally entered would be torn into pieces and swallowed by those things...
…
The audience who were originally waiting in front of the live broadcast main screen returned to Yan Shixun's split screen after knowing that it was opened.
However, as soon as the split screen appeared and their eyes met the picture, many viewers felt their scalps explode.
——The split-screen shot was actually facing the murals covering the walls of the main hall of the mountain temple.
Hundreds of eyes looked down at the camera silently from top to bottom.
Those artificially painted eyes are different from normal people's eyes. I don't know if it's because the craftsmen were lazy or it's a folk custom, but there is no white in each pair of eyes. Instead, the entire eye socket is filled with rich black, which is straight and reflects no light, and looks extremely weird.
There were also many viewers who had been watching from the beginning, and they immediately remembered the animated picture that someone had captured in the split-screen live broadcast a few hours ago when Yan Shixun first entered the main hall.
Those eyes move, and the people on the mural move as well. Some even make mischievous faces or move from their original positions, making people who look at the picture feel creepy.
At this moment, under the silent gaze of the overwhelming eyes, many people felt that they were hallucinating, as if they saw those black eyes without whites looking at them, and even the people in the paintings came closer to them, whispering on their shoulders, and the cold air blown by them sprayed on their necks, stirring up a patch of sweat.
They are saying—
'Speak out your desires, speak out your wishes, pray to the gods, kneel before them, and become their most faithful believers.'
'As long as you believe in God, God will grant you gifts and fulfill all your wishes.'
'Let you have endless money, luxury cars, and vast fields.'
'Keep you young forever and never grow old.'
'Let your beloved change his mind, come back to you, and stay with you forever.'
'So that you can pass the exam, get into the school and job you like, become the pride of your parents, and be proud among your classmates.'
'You will have fame, status, power...all those who looked down on you before will be trampled under your feet and can only look up to your height.'
"Come, believe in your god, speak your wish, and kneel down here. Then, you will have everything you want..."
…
Countless viewers in front of the screen heard the whispers in their ears.
It seemed as if something had penetrated the screen and the radio waves, and reached them from the mountain temple, standing behind them, bending over, tempting them to open their mouths and speak out their desires—
"I, I want no ghosts!"
The dazed Goose Brother finally broke through his defenses and mustered up the courage to speak out his desire loudly.
Since the trip to Guishan in the last episode of the show, Brother Goose, who was originally an atheist, had his entire worldview shattered, and realized again that there are not only people in this world, but also ghosts.
This realization made Brother Goose unable to sleep day or night. Even at noon when the sun was the hottest, even if the lights in the house were on and the curtains were open to let the sun fill the room, but as soon as Brother Goose closed his eyes, he still felt a blood-red shadow standing behind him, looking at him with resentment.
When there is a noise at home, even if it is the sound of water flowing in the pipe, or the sound of running upstairs, or the sound of the elevator running, Brother Goose will neurotically think that there is something unclean in his home. Even if he changes the wallpaper of his mobile phone to a screenshot of Yan Shixun, or even prints out the photos and pastes them all over the house, it can only suppress, not eradicate.
If you ask Brother Goose what his wish is, it must be... to make all the ghosts disappear so that he can finally sleep peacefully!
Just as Brother Goose finished speaking, it seemed as if some existence was stunned for a moment.
Then a sharp and short scream was heard, which shattered and disappeared in the air.
It was as if some kind of barrier erected around was shattered. After a "rustle" sound, the originally thin air began to flow again, and fresh and refreshing wind blew in from the windows of the room.
At the same time, Brother Goose seemed to be suddenly awakened, suddenly came back to his senses, shook his head and looked at the screen in front of him again.
“This, this is?”
Brother Goose remembered the voice he had just heard in a trance, and when he looked at the shot of the main hall of the Shangshan Temple on the screen, he was frightened and fidgeted. He subconsciously raised his hands and patted his shoulders frantically as if to brush off the dust, looking like a madman.
Not only Brother Goose, many viewers have also experienced such auditory hallucinations. Whether it is under the tags of social platforms or in the comment section of video platform programs, the audience who have just come to their senses are frantically sending messages, trying to confirm an answer with others.
"Am I the only one who heard that voice? Holy shit! That's horrible! I was originally upset because I failed my advanced math course in college, so I wanted to watch a variety show to relax, but just now I heard someone telling me that he could help me pass the exam?? Am I hallucinating because I'm too worried?"
"You're not the only one! I'm almost scared to death. I just got the medical report this afternoon, which said that my liver is not in good condition and I may need an operation. But just now I heard someone behind me telling me that he can make me healthy! As long as I kneel down to worship him. Oh my God, I was scared to death because of the operation and I almost agreed to it."
"Did you all hear it? I thought I was the only one! I have been worried about not having enough money to pay for my child's tuition for the past few months, and then a voice whispered in my ear that if I believed in him, he would give me a lot of money."
"Me too! I just celebrated my 30th birthday yesterday and I felt really anxious. I was thinking about whether I should get a cosmetic surgery tomorrow, and then that person said he could keep me young forever!"
"Oh my god, me too... According to what you said, doesn't it mean that everyone heard something different? Could that person be able to see through what we are thinking?"
"Did someone just do something like that? They made the phone play sounds for us automatically. And then they knew what we were thinking because they had access to our big data, recorded our voices through our phones, and knew what we chatted with friends and what we searched for? Otherwise, I really can't imagine how such an incredible thing could happen."
"That shouldn't be the case, right? Who would be so bored as to do something like this? Besides, it's useless. What's his purpose? What does he want to gain from us? If there's nothing to gain and no benefit, I don't believe anyone would put so much effort into doing something."
"Uh, you guys are all so scientific when you talk. Am I the only one who thinks it's because of the mountain temple? I thought about it carefully, and it seems that I suddenly heard the sound after I saw the footage of the mountain temple just now."
"Me too... I don't know if you feel the same way, but when I watched the episode about Guishan on my brother's screen before the incident, I felt that my brother's room made me feel very cold, and those white curtains looked like a female ghost in white clothes. Now when I watch this episode again, I feel that the statue of the mountain god in the mountain temple is very scary. It is different from the warm feeling that the statue of the mountain god in the mountain temple in my hometown gives me. This mountain god statue makes me very scared and I want to vomit, as if I am being stared at by something."
"So it's because of the mountain temple? But seriously, how can there be so many eyes on a mural in a temple? Isn't it said that if you add the finishing touches to a dragon's face, it will fly? So many places are quite taboo about this. Whether it's a statue, a portrait, or anything else, don't they draw eyes on painted people and animals? They're afraid that those things will come to life and run away."
"Now that you mention it, we do have such a rule here. In places with a lot of people, such as Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, and parks, the stone lions or other stone statues placed at the entrance are not carved with eyes. We are afraid that these things will be contaminated by human energy over the years and then come to life or become spirits."
"Oh, I didn't know there was such a custom, but these eyes really make me uncomfortable. I just tried to move to the side, but they also moved to the side. Wherever I hide, they see me. The eyes are very black and stare straight ahead. It's so scary."
Brother Goose looked at the rapidly increasing number of updates and discussions under the tag, hesitated for a moment, and asked weakly: "Then, how did you all recover? Why is that voice no longer ringing in your ears?"
As if something was stuck, the discussion paused for a moment, and then returned to normal after a few seconds.
"Well, I... I'm ashamed that I said my wish out loud."
"I'm sorry, I know something is wrong, but that voice said it could make my mom better, so I couldn't help but say I would believe in it from today on. I was so scared that my mom's health would continue to deteriorate."
"I, I wanted my boyfriend to come back, and I thought nothing would happen, so I said it."
"Huh? Is this how you all make that voice disappear? I did tell him my wish, but he seemed to be particularly angry and shouted and ran away. I called him again but he didn't respond. In recent years, I have been very anxious about the failure of our team's scientific research mission, so when he asked me, I said that I wanted a manned rocket to successfully go to Mars and walk and explore on Mars. Before I finished speaking, he ran away. Bah! Liar, you're wasting my feelings."
"Ah, this??? I only learned a little bit from my family. When the voice asked me, the divination I made showed that it should be a god. Although the divination was a bit strange, I don't know why I felt that the answer was a bit hesitant, but it may be because I am not a good student. But for you, maybe the gods didn't expect that the wishes of believers could be so scientific... You use the sword of the earth to kill the officials of the universe, and it can't do anything!"
"I know a little bit about Western astrology. When that voice sounded, I wanted to speak it out, but the astrological ornaments next to me suddenly fell down and woke me up. The ornaments fell into the constellation map. From this point of view, it seems to point to the devil... Did they think that the voice was a devil and deliberately reminded me not to believe it easily? But I agree with the sister in front of me that the voice should be a ghost or something like that."
"Ah? According to what you said, does that mean there is really a god in the mountain temple? The kind that can fulfill other people's wishes?"
"I think so, but I don't believe it. After all, I am also a person who watches anime. What will happen to those who blindly believe in xx wishing machines? I am not stupid."
Brother Goose looked at the new round of heated discussion triggered by his own problem. He hesitated for a moment and finally posted his experience.
"I said, I hope there is no ghost, and then the voice ran away, and it screamed very miserably..."
Suddenly, rows of “…” appeared in the discussion area, and it took a long time for people to come to their senses.
"Brother Goose, nb!"
"You said you wished there were no ghosts and ran away? It sounds like that thing that can grant wishes is originally a ghost."
"My goodness, is this like using one's own spear to attack another's shield?"
"Ah, why are you guys still chatting here? I'm so anxious, hurry up and check the split screen! Without the barrage to protect me, I was so scared that even my mom woke up with my screams."
"…I don't really want to watch it, it's too scary. But, for some reason, I kind of want to watch it, it feels very exciting."
"Plus one."
…
Yan Shixun had turned on the split screen live broadcast in order to prevent the show from being too boring and Zhang Wubing from accusing him of doing nothing. However, he had not expected that after just a short while, it would become such a hot topic.
And the audience was not bored at all.
——If you still feel bored at this level, then are you planning to scare them to death?
After avoiding all possible detection, Yan Shixun successfully opened the door lock with the little tricks he learned from following his master around the streets and entered the mountain temple. He looked up with a serious expression and scanned the murals in the main hall bit by bit.
Perhaps it was the psychological suggestion caused by realizing the abnormality of the mountain temple, or perhaps the rain curtain distorted the light, causing the objects illuminated to also distort their appearance.
At this moment, when Yan Shixun was looking at the murals, he suddenly discovered that many of the people in the paintings had moved.
Because he was somewhat surprised that there is still such a well-preserved mountain god culture, Yan Shixun looked at the contents of the murals very carefully during the previous exploration. With his photographic memory and keen observation skills far beyond that of ordinary people, he memorized the contents of the murals in general.
But now, those characters are not where they should be in my memory.
In the original painting of a happy farmhouse, a young couple was carrying farm tools in one hand and holding their child in the other, walking home covered in mud but smiling happily. But now, the husband was pinching his wife's neck with a hideous look on his face, and the child's head was vaguely floating out of the well next to him.
In the warm scene of playing with grandchildren, the grandfather should have been lying on a rattan chair, smiling and watching the children playing in the yard beside him, while the young and middle-aged man was plowing the land on the other side. But now, the children ran out of the yard happily, the young and middle-aged man threw away the farm tools and walked up the mountain, and the grandfather rolled on the ground and desperately pulled his son's trouser legs, begging for something with tears in his eyes, but was kicked away by his son with a stern look on his face.
…
The originally warm and harmonious scene of a happy family during the busy farming season turned into such a hell on earth.
Yan Shixun stood in front of the mural, looking at the scene in the painting, a hint of anger flashing across his sharp brows.
Lifelike characters, moving murals, the abnormality of the mountain temple itself...a horrible guess emerged in Yan Shixun's mind.
If something happened to the mountain god, but the temple still maintained its efficacy, and the nearby villagers all paid great attention to the mountain god, then is it possible that there is indeed a god in the temple, but some...
Not a righteous God.
But an evil god who will respond to all the wishes of the villagers?
What about the murals? They can depict such a large scene of life, and even every expression of the characters is so lifelike. Yan Shixun does not think that this is fabricated by painters and craftsmen. It is very likely that it is a record of what happened in reality.
It is still unknown who painted the murals on the walls of the mountain temple occupied by the evil god.
It is even possible that these paintings are not paintings at all.
——It is what actually happened.
In the long history of China, there have always been legends of the man in the painting and the sky in the pot. Later, they were written into "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" by Pu Songling. With the story of "Lanruo Temple", the story of a scholar entering the temple murals and discovering another world became widely circulated, and more people knew the concept of the sky in the pot.
Many people regard these stories as strange novels created by the imagination of literati, while others believe that these are just things that the ancients made up for fun because of the lack of information and entertainment in the past.
But Yan Shixun knew that this was not the case.
Many real events would be made into interesting stories by the Taoist priests and witches who were responsible for handling the matter and suppressing the evil spirits at the time. The causes and solutions of the incidents would be included in the stories, which would then be entrusted to storytellers or told to the villagers so that they could pass them on from mouth to mouth and become widely known.
As a result, in that era when information was blocked and texts were difficult to preserve and circulate, many people knew how to guard against evil spirits and how to save themselves when they encountered them.
At this time, the murals in the main hall of the mountain god temple seemed to Yan Shixun to have different purposes.
Although for unknown reasons he had temporarily lost the ability to divine, pray to gods, and cast spells, he had developed almost instinctive intuition and fighting skills in the process of years of fighting against evil spirits when exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil.
From the murals, Yan Shixun did not sense the slightest hint of a well-intentioned reminder from his fellow Taoists. On the contrary, what he sensed was the malice of ghosts and gods.
It’s like these scenes all really happened, but were recorded on the wall by some existence as a means of showing off, as if telling others: Look, these are all my achievements, and these are the slaves under my control.
After his thoughts were gradually sorted out, Yan Shixun had a bold guess -
Perhaps, these murals are not paintings at all.
Rather, a certain existence used divine and ghostly means to re-engraved the scenes that had happened on the wall. And the method was not a paintbrush, but a soul.
This would also explain why the mural moved.
If the righteous gods are missing, the evil spirits will surely attack back.
In the harsh situation where even the heaven and earth could not communicate, Yan Shixun had already vaguely sensed the danger and difficult situation of this place. He no longer thought that those intuitive feelings in his heart were just his own suspicion, but made plans for the worst.
——In that case, then, assuming that all his guesses are true...
Yan Shixun's heart sank to the bottom.
He had walked through many dangerous places inhabited by gods and ghosts. Even more than a decade ago, when he was still a child, he had gone to Fengdu Ghost City because he encountered evil ghosts that wanted to attack him. He had witnessed the crying souls of thousands of evil ghosts.
But he was never afraid for a moment.
Because he knew that the heaven and earth were in his heaven and earth. Just like the laws of the movement of the sun, moon and stars, there were also laws between heaven and earth, and all causes and effects were in a natural cycle.
But now, Yan Shixun felt for the first time the heavy pressure pressing down on him.
——If even the righteous gods can meet with trouble, the whole world has abandoned this place, and even divination and fortune-telling can produce no results, then, what on earth happened here a long time ago?
Even though he still had confidence in his abilities and was not afraid, the guests who were also in the Mountain God Temple, the program crew who were temporarily unable to be with them, and Zhang Wubing...
Yan Shixun stood silently in front of the mural for a moment, and his gloomy brows relaxed again, returning to his expressionless and cold look.
Since he was surrounded by enemies from all sides and didn't even know what kind of enemy he was facing, he might as well give up all defense, use offense as defense, and resolve the crisis from the most fundamental level.
Only in this way can the safety of everyone be guaranteed when there are a large number of dispersed people.
Yan Shixun groaned, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed across his excited eyes: so many people, so many causes and conditions, it was really troublesome and irritating. After Zhang Wubing was caught, he would definitely ask Zhang Wubing to pay more.
Also, after this show is over, he will definitely be eliminated last and won’t care about such complicated cause and effect.
In recent days, because more people have been paying attention to him, he can always sense that someone is chanting his name, and even his powers have become more diverse.
Yan Shixun snorted, turned around and prepared to walk towards the altar where the statue was enshrined to check on the statue's condition.
He had previously discovered a worn and dusty statue behind the gilded statue on the front, but at that time, he thought it was a problem of the old and new statues being replaced and the unprofessional managers not properly placing them.
Moreover, he cleaned the old statue and relocated it to a relatively clean place.
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