That kick was worth it.
At least that's what Huang Yingzong thinks.
Clutching his stomach, he limped away from the wall. Before he returned to the crowd, a sob was heard.
Yao Shu held a red envelope, and the look in her eyes as she stared at him and Qian Chang was no different from that of someone being slowly sliced to death.
Huang Yingzong was dumbfounded: "...How...how could this be?"
Fu Guan kindly explained, "When you were fighting, the red envelope was blown away by the wind and landed directly in her hand."
The thing was so strange: the red envelope, which was two or three centimeters thick and bulging, actually floated up.
Yao Shu was the closest, so she became the unlucky one to take the red envelope in Huang Yingzong's place.
Huang Yingzong opened his mouth to apologize, but then his mouth was covered by a superpower.
Just as the atmosphere was reaching a tense standoff, Shekh suddenly bypassed the crowd, came to the front of the tower, and turned to give orders to everyone.
"Come in, everyone, for a look around."
The rest of the people: "..."
The tone wasn't like a visit; it was more like they were being escorted to the execution ground and sent away.
Seeing that no one was speaking, she recited in a formulaic manner, "This tower is very effective. Everyone should come and pray, otherwise it's a wasted trip."
Why not enter the temple but worship at the pagoda?
There was something wrong with this no matter how you looked at it, but her attitude left no room for refusal. She grabbed Yao Shu, who was holding a red envelope, and led her inside.
Yao Shu was pulled so hard she stumbled, clutching the red envelope tightly in her hand, unable to shake it off or throw it away. She was forcibly dragged up the stairs, and when she saw the words "Your wish will be granted" hanging on the front of the tower, she was startled.
It's over.
Yao Shu immediately went to count how many steps were on the base of the tower.
IV, VI... XIV, XVI... Twenty-four...
Her gaze swept over the last step and fell upon a box resembling a Buddhist shrine in the cramped tower. On the offering plate were four pieces of rotten meat, with four incense sticks stuck in them.
Even-numbered steps, wishes granted, four incense sticks...
Odd numbers are considered Yang, even numbers are considered Yin, and there are three gods and four ghosts; this place is a Yin temple!
Yao Shu felt a chill in her heart. The deities enshrined here were definitely not righteous gods, nor were they ghosts or monsters who had died violent deaths; they were simply spirits of the mountains and fields.
No wonder Shekh said it was effective; of course the Yin Temple is effective, because what is taken from you is up to the things there.
To put it another way, worshipping at a temple in the underworld is no different from taking out a high-interest loan; the fact that they dare to write "my prayers will be answered" indicates that the price is extremely high.
Yangmiao would not write these four characters, much less insert four incense sticks. Confucianism emphasizes heaven, earth, and humanity, while Taoism says that the three give birth to all things. Therefore, three incense sticks are used when worshipping gods. Although Buddhism has the practice of offering four incense sticks, it would never put meat or fish in the offering plate.
Therefore, the four incense sticks here can only be used for worshipping ghosts.
Because ghosts can't be alone; if they're alone, they need to be in pairs. Anyone with normal intelligence should be able to figure out where these pairs come from.
The yellow talisman on Yao Shu's body burned her neck until it turned red. When they reached the tower entrance, Shehe finally let go of her and then turned around to pull down another person.
Seeing that they had to go in, the others obeyed the order and stepped forward voluntarily.
Once they reached the top of the stairs, everyone noticed the problem.
Fu Guan was walking at the end of the group and didn't notice that Shi Jinzhe couldn't speak. He chatted with him and said, "Wanting to climb high and look far, that's quite an ambition. The person who built it probably has many desires, which is why such a large space is needed."
The fact that this 600-year-old pagoda has been preserved for so long suggests that there must still be people worshipping the unknown spirits that live here.
He sized up Shekh's back; her character knew this place well and was a potential clue.
Shi Jinzhe looked at Shehe just like him, but what he was thinking was different from what Fu Guanzai was thinking.
The Yin Temple is six hundred years old, and the things inside must be of high spiritual power. For players, this place is too dangerous.
The role the system assigned to Shekh is just too hateful.
To put it bluntly, her mission was to send people to their deaths, even if it wasn't her intention. But it's possible that some people will resent Shekh's toughness.
Shi Jinzhe wasn't afraid that these people would hurt her, but she felt uncomfortable that the system had assigned Shehe this task of taking the blame.
Standing at the tower entrance, Shi Jinzhe moved his feet from the outermost circle to the inner side, and came to Shekh's side.
When he tried to get any closer, a blocking force appeared, and the distance was estimated to be thirty centimeters. The only way to get any closer was for Sheikh to take the initiative to approach him.
Shekh didn't even turn his head, but took a small step back to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, urging the others, "Go in and visit, the view up there is very nice."
"well."
Even when Yao Shu recognized the well in her hometown as her godfather, she had never sighed so heavily.
Since things have come to this, we have no choice but to go in.
She took the lead and was the first to step into the tower.
The tower was dimly lit and hollow inside. The stairs were built along the walls and the passageways were narrow. The plot did not force them to worship the boxes inside, so the nine people chose to walk up the stairs in single file.
As usual, Shi Jinzhe and Shehe walked at the back. Shi Jinzhe brought up the rear and looked up to find that only a few patches of color remained on the murals on the wall.
As he turned the corner and went up the stairs, he glanced up and saw a half-body statue with only one eye remaining.
The incomplete portrait made it difficult to determine the gender and age, so Shi Jinzhe bought a handheld lamp from the prop store and raised his arm to observe it carefully.
The remaining human figures have grayish temples, resembling scalps after shaving. Since the Yin Temple doesn't worship any proper deities, and it's neither Buddhism, Taoism, nor Confucianism, what could this place be?
Shi Jinzhe squinted and turned to look at the unidentified niche.
Click—
Several wood chips fell from the wooden plank under Yao Shu's feet, who was walking first.
Behind her was Qian Chang. The two had already gone up to the second floor, where the light was even dimmer. Although it was said to be a higher floor, all the windows were boarded up from the inside, and only a few rays of light could shine in through the shrunken cracks.
When there is light, the dark places are made even darker. Yao Shu clutched the thick red envelope tightly and stared at the eerie scene ahead.
Something seemed to be hidden in the thick blackness. Yao Shu blinked and felt something staring at her. She could sense what it looked like: a pitch-black mass with hands and feet. Her mind told her it was a person.
"Let's go."
Qian Chang was crying inside, but putting on a show on the outside, deliberately using a whispered voice to scare Yao Shu from behind.
And unsurprisingly, I got a glare from her.
"Let's go."
Suddenly, those two words came from behind him. It was a light, airy female voice that lingered in his ears, startling Qian Chang so much that he gasped for breath.
Jiang Xiaowan tapped his shoulder with her index finger, the movement as soft as her voice, "Let's go."
With the same tone, changing "ah" to "ya" adds a touch of coquettishness.
However, Fu Guan, standing behind her, could see everything clearly through his slanted view. There was no coquettishness; Jiang Xiaowan was deliberately trying to scare Qian Chang. She was just playing the innocent girl and getting into character.
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