Lin Fan walked alone to the Hou Tu Temple and looked down slightly. There was no portrait or statue of Hou Tu inside. It was just an empty space with only a pile of earth.
When Lin Fan approached, the soil trembled slightly, and a relatively intact head suddenly broke out of the ground, staring at Lin Fan like a crocodile staring at its prey.
"Human, are you trying to test my limits with that crude trick?"
Lin Fan's method of letting his ten subordinates pass the trial at no cost might tempt them at first, but after their greed for 5,000 ghost money wore off, they all realized that something was wrong.
Before them, they could also eat a piece of human flesh without spending any ghost money.
As a result, now, not a single cent of the ghost money has been spent, and we still have to send these people away.
It can be said that he was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and secretly vowed to keep Lin Fan in the horror scene forever!
Although the monsters in Hou Tu Temple do not have any common consciousness with the ten monsters, they also do not like people who play with monsters.
So when it saw Lin Fan approaching, it was ready to kill Lin Fan.
Despite its obvious murderous intent, Lin Fan did not stop, but continued to move forward and asked:
"Is this temple of yours a tomb?"
"Heh, you mean to say, can your identity as a trial-taker save your life?"
The head rose from the ground, and the torso was nowhere to be found below it. The limbs were connected to the neck with a crude hemp rope, making it look like a spider with only four legs.
The strange limbs looked at Lin Fan with a fierce look, grinning:
"Unfortunately... once you step into the confines of my temple, your status as a trial-taker will be invalidated. You'll die—oh, what the hell?!"
It was about to jump up arrogantly and bite Lin Fan on the head, but it was caught by an invisible hand in mid-air.
When its limbs wanted to perform some tricks, it found that there were more and more invisible trick hands around it. In a moment, they surrounded its body, and it looked like it was being torn into pieces by five hands.
Isn't this guy just a big idiot who can only talk and has 5,000 ghost money on him?!
He is actually a contractor who has reached the half-step of breaking through the Dao!
His limbs shook strangely, and Lin Fan also frowned.
"Half-step Breaking Dao... You are not the owner of the scene."
It is not impossible to break the road to such a grave mountain with just half a step.
Because Half-Step Podao can't control so many graves.
You should know that there are strange things in the graves, most of which are about chasing lives and some are about intimidation.
Without absolute suppression power, they will never obey management honestly.
As Lin Fan was asking questions, he saw a dark shadow suddenly emerge from the hole where the four limbs had strangely emerged from the ground. It had a ferocious face and said angrily:
"How dare you hurt my wife? You'll die!!"
Po Dao Guiyi followed closely behind, obviously coming prepared, with great momentum, intending to kill Lin Fan with one blow.
Po Dao's strange and sudden attack would definitely cause serious injuries to even the Po Dao Contract holder. In serious cases, he might even die on the spot!
But before it showed up, Lin Fan had anticipated it and did not summon any ghostly shadows. He simply took a step to the side and avoided its sudden attack.
"How—did you—do that!?"
The thing that popped out of the hole was strange, with its head embedded in its torso and no limbs. It was wriggling on the ground like a short, thick snake, with a slightly shocked expression on its face. It couldn't understand how it had dodged this sudden attack.
The shock in his words was mixed with a strong theatrical tone.
Lin Fan asked directly:
"Where is that strange weapon?"
The torso snorted strangely, and the murderous intent did not decrease at all, but gradually increased. In the vicinity of Hou Tu Temple, its identity as a scene trialer could not protect Lin Fan, but as a price, its owner could not use the power of the scene to cause harm to Lin Fan.
But for it, it doesn't need the power of the scene to deal with a half-step Dao-breaking Contractor!
Lin Fan exerted a little force with his hands, and the creature that was captured in the air couldn't help but scream miserably.
"You - let my wife go, and I will let you go!"
The strange torso's face became anxious and ferocious for a while, and he decided to exchange his life for another's to make Lin Fan stop.
But Lin Fan shook his head and said:
"You have to tell me where the strange weapon is. Also, can you please stop speaking in that thick theatrical voice?"
"able."
“…”
The torso coughed strangely and said seriously, "I can let you go, but telling you the location of that weapon... is wishful thinking!"
Lin Fan exerted more strength, and the four limbs in the air screamed strangely, circling the entire halfway up the mountain, and even echoed in the strange heart of the torso.
But although it looked painful, it didn't intend to say anything, and was even prepared to fight with Lin Fan.
This made Lin Fan a little puzzled, "You, don't want to save it?"
"It's not as valuable as that weapon. If you really want to know, you'll have to pay 5,000 ghost money."
“…”
Lin Fan almost forgot that weirdness has always been about equivalence.
Things like emotions only exist in a very small number of weird people.
Like the weird young master's family, even if they look harmonious, they actually don't care about each other's life or death.
Even if the wife died strangely, her three sons and husband would not even frown.
The strange torso behaved so exaggeratedly in front, probably to make me keep the 5,000 ghost money I had taken out before.
It’s not worth saying that the limbs are weird now, and it’s also for the 5,000 ghost money.
Therefore, we cannot generalize the weirdness. Although the weirdness in the wide area is weak, most of the broken paths have a relatively rich amount of ghost money.
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