The stone path extends into the mountains, with weeds growing between the stones, indicating that no one has been here for a long time.
Ye Zhan skipped and hopped ahead, his face almost unable to contain his smile. If you covered the upper half of his face, his every word and action would be innocent and naive.
But a murderous glint in one's eye cannot be hidden.
His facial expressions have been tormented by the plot to the point of being disjointed. His curved eyes cannot lift their upper eyelids, covering half of their pupils, making them look as if they have been stretched horizontally. The white space at the corners and ends of his eyes has become much less.
As they entered the alley, it wasn't very bright outside. When he turned around, the face he saw startled Qian Chang so much that he stopped breathing.
It looked like two people were crammed into one body, and their expressions were very discordant.
Ye Zhan asked, "Teacher, how much longer do we have?"
"Ten minutes." Shekh walked second to last, followed by Shi Jinzhe.
She kept looking for snakes in the bushes, but there were none here. She couldn't call for them, so she could only listen carefully to the rustling of the grass.
Shekh's reasonable guess is that the author didn't write about snakes, so they don't exist.
Time may pass, leaving behind a trail of vines, but the search cannot extend further, at least not on this mountain.
This place is like an online game map. What looks far away is actually just textures, and beyond that are invisible walls that you can't get past. Their range of movement is very limited.
This indirectly shows that they cannot avoid attacks by creating distance when there is danger.
Cough cough.
Two unidentified black birds landed on the tree trunk overhead, occasionally tilting their heads to look up, their eyes meeting those of one of them, which was tilting its head to look at people.
"Coo-coo," it called twice more, but without the crispness of a bird's song; it sounded more like the breathy sounds an old person makes from their throat, making the listener's vocal cords itch.
Several girls walked in the middle, unconsciously holding each other's arms and hunching their shoulders as they walked.
Fu Guan drew out a card and borrowed the two moons on the warrior's shoulder from the chariot license plate.
The two crescent moon patterns were so small, embroidered on his clothes, that they were hard to spot. Fu Guan's intuition was amplified, and his sensitivity to danger increased dramatically.
Having received the answer, Ye Zhan then tried asking, "Teacher, are you married?"
Shekh didn't answer; she couldn't answer, and the plot wouldn't allow her to.
Seeing this, Ye Zhan concluded that the limits of free conversation could not involve the original development of the character. Ambiguity might please more people, but saying it would end or not would lose some viewers, so she couldn't bring herself to say it.
However, to confirm whether Shekh was unable to respond or simply didn't want to talk to him, Ye Zhan asked a few more questions.
"Teacher, how tall are you?"
Shekh did not return
"Teacher, how old are you this year?"
Shekh still hasn't returned.
"Teacher, out of the eight of us, who is your favorite?"
Shech then remained silent.
"Teacher, are there any people here that you think are very nice?"
"……have."
Shekh had to answer this time.
As soon as she finished answering, she stepped on a moss-covered stone slab and slipped backward.
Then, in slow motion, she fell into Shi Jinzhe's arms, gazed deeply into his eyes, and then, realizing too late, with a shy and timid expression, they immediately separated, making many small, suggestive gestures.
How romantic!
Ye Zhan spoke in a low, deliberate, almost literal, way, pronouncing each word clearly and deliberately.
"Children should avoid watching these kinds of things."
One hand turned Ye Zhan's head back; it was Huang Yingzong, who was in the third position.
He stepped forward, walked to the first one, and saw the dilapidated ancient pagoda and temple ahead.
To say it outright is an overstatement; it should be considered wasted.
Before stepping over the threshold, Huang Yingzong glanced at Lin Shu behind him, seemingly waiting for her to ask him to stay.
Seeing the girls pushing and shoving, trying to get Lin Shu to reconcile with him, he didn't have much hope that the plot would be successfully changed.
Huang Yingzong stopped looking and pushed the door open to go inside.
Although abandoned, the temple was quite large, with five main halls. The last one was built on a five-meter-high platform. It had no name and was too far away to see what was enshrined there.
In the southwest corner of the temple stands a six-story pagoda, a wooden structure with peeling paint, mold growing near the ground, and the entire pagoda has turned black, losing its solemnity and becoming deathly still.
A 600-year-old temple that no one maintains, so precious yet unprotected. Anyone would know there's something wrong and you shouldn't go in, but he didn't.
Because he had a fight with his girlfriend, Huang Yingzong had to go in to advance the plot.
Many of the paving stones in the temple courtyard were broken. Stepping on them, I accidentally kicked a few small pieces that rolled into the shadows, startling the rats crouching in the corner.
Suddenly a dark figure darted out, and a scream pierced the eardrums.
Standing among the girls, Fu Guan took a deep breath, trying to reassure himself that it was alright, they had no choice.
He walked in and saw Qian Chang, whose lips were trembling with fear from the big black rat. He casually remarked that the person who wrote this scene had a serious stereotype. This guy was clearly the one who was the most frightened, but he couldn't vent his fear because of his character. It was quite tragic.
"Come in, everyone."
Sheh stepped over the threshold, and Shi Jinzhe tugged at the hem of her dress, pointing to her skirt and indicating that Sheh should remove the bits of grass that had just stuck to the hem.
Normally, there shouldn't be dress requirements for abandoned temples, but the problem is that this place is different, so we still need to be careful.
The others looked at each other, tidied themselves up, and entered with reverence.
*Smack*
After the last person went in, the courtyard gate was slammed shut by the wind.
"ah?"
With red eyes, Jiang Xiaowan was forced to lead the way in performing the scene again, crying and begging in fear.
Her hands turned red from pounding on the door, and after her pleas for help went unanswered, she finally seemed to have come to terms with reality.
In the desolate mountains and ancient temples, the sound of women crying was so loud it was almost unbearable. These female players must have had a tough time; it seemed like they were almost out of tears.
Fortunately, Shekh's emotions, like her character, are all half-baked. She just raises her hand to wipe away non-existent tears, and it seems that the plot doesn't control her as rigorously as it does the others.
The nine people walked together, keeping a moderate distance between each other. Unless they were forced to enter the main hall or meditation room, they would just linger at the entrance, resolutely avoiding looking at the Buddha statues inside.
After visiting all five main halls, the courtyard gate remained locked, forcing the nine to turn back and stop at the pagoda in the southwest corner.
It turns out that the pagoda is the main attraction of this temple.
"Hey, what's that?"
Huang Xingzong suddenly shouted loudly and ran to the base of the wall to get the thing.
A thick, gold-embossed red envelope sat against the wall, brand new and clean, and looked very tempting as it appeared to be stuffed full of money.
Huang Yingzong knew something was wrong the moment he saw it; he absolutely couldn't pick it up!
If you pick it up, you'll either attract ghosts or become a scapegoat.
He quickly pulled out the yellow talisman, but as soon as he took it out, the exorcism talisman burned to ashes at an astonishing speed.
With his arms tense, Huang Yingzong shivered as he listened to the characters behind him teasing and jeering at his action.
The excessive force made his fingers look strange, as if someone was holding his hands down and grabbing at the red envelope. As his fingertips got closer and closer, Huang Yingzong uncontrollably put on a big smile as if he had gotten a bargain.
Don't touch it, absolutely don't touch it...
He suppressed his anxiety; his skill, Othello, had little effect on spirits, and he had to find another solution.
The players behind them were still following the storyline, seemingly frozen in place, with no one stepping forward.
Huang Yingzong was surrounded by noise. He used to think that facing the unknown was more terrifying than facing the known. Now he realized that knowing the known outcome but being powerless to change it was just as frightening.
"Be bold! If it's not signed, it's yours. Pick it up!"
"Hurry up and take it! There's obviously a lot of money in it, so hurry up and stop dawdling."
Upon hearing Qian Changyan's insincere encouragement, Huang Yingzong immediately thought of his reckless persona.
On a whim, he blurted out provocatively, "Qian Chang, you were peeping at my girlfriend in the car, weren't you?! You bastard!"
"Damn it, what did you say? Say it again if you dare!"
Without thinking, Qian Chang rushed over and kicked Huang Yingzong, sending him flying two meters away.
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