116 Sacrifice Corridor 30 || Reincarnation Tribulation 1
There was the sound of people talking downstairs, as well as Ye Jing'an's earth-shattering and soul-stirring crying.
Yan Shuang calmly put the clothes back in place and quickly returned to her room.
According to their original plan, if the spell failed to work, they would start stinging. The person replaced by the ghost would definitely know who died at night. So as long as Yan Shuang pretended to disappear during the day, the ghost would definitely come to confirm it at night.
Tonight is the sixth night. As long as we can hold on tonight, we will be able to see the witch that the security guard mentioned tomorrow. The door will also appear by then. The specific location of the door is the most important thing.
It was getting dark, and Ye Jingan insisted on following to take a look, but was forcibly taken back to the room by Lin Haichen.
Ye Jing'an: Just one glance, just one glance.
Lin Haichen: Can you please understand a little bit, kid? Haven’t you seen that the other person’s face has been dark all day? Don’t add fuel to the fire.
Jing Ning stood in the corridor, watching Wu Yaqi and the other person from next door go into the room, and then returned to the house. He took out a small snack from his pocket and handed it to Yan Shuang, "Fill your stomach first."
Yan Shuang was not picky, so she ate a little to fill her stomach and asked, "Where did you get the money?"
"Your husband is doing some performing arts to make a living." Jing Ning stretched out on the bed. "There's no way I'm going to let my wife go hungry."
Yan Shuang: What a pity, I didn't see it. Then I told him what I had discovered during the day, and they agreed that the next day, all they had to do was wait.
As night fell, everyone went to bed early. In the moonlight, Jing Ning looked at Yan Shuang.
There was no emotion on Yan Shuang's face. What happened last night did not affect him at all. He was calm and showed no emotion.
"Yanshuang, no matter what happens, I will always be here." Jing Ning said in a low voice.
Yan Shuang turned his head, his smile vanishing quickly into the darkness. "Of course I remember, because I will never let the one I love leave."
The two men clasped hands as the room quietly transformed, transforming into a vast pile of corpses. A mingled mass of rotting flesh, decaying soil, and a foul, stench that, over the years, had seeped into the cracks between bones and permeated every corner.
"This is..." Yan Shuang narrowed his eyes and looked at the endless miasma.
"Mass grave." Jing Ning said from the side.
The moon in the sky was covered with a bloody edge, shining on the countless rotting corpses below.
The blood dyed the ground red, and Yan Shuang felt it was soft when he stepped on it. At the same time, their bodies became translucent, and it felt like their souls were leaving their bodies.
"Mass grave, ten years ago." Yan Shuang walked forward through the narrow gap. "Whose illusion is this? How did we get into this illusion?"
"I don't know. Let's go out first. There are no clues here." Jing Ning looked around. Although there was a moon, the range he could see clearly was limited.
The two men had a hard time moving forward in the sea of corpses and blood. The dense piles of broken limbs and corpses blocked their progress. The fog in front of them was lingering and could not be blown away by the wind. Instead, it gathered together and became thicker.
Yan Shuang and Jing Ning trudged forward through the mass grave for an unknown amount of time before Yan Shuang vaguely spotted a solitary tree not far ahead. Feeling relieved, they approached the tree and, upon closer inspection, discovered that its shape was identical to the one they had seen on the hill behind the temple two days prior, though a bit smaller.
"At least we've determined our location," Yan Shuang breathed a sigh of relief. "No wonder there's a ghost tree growing out back. The fertilizer is ridiculously abundant. Didn't we see the stone tablet when we came here?"
"No." Jing Ning shook his head solemnly, "The monument should not have been erected yet."
Yan Shuang nodded slightly to show his agreement: "Our previous guess was indeed correct." His voice was a little low.
"However," Yan Shuang paused and continued, "I think the evil spirit here is quite heavy, with so many corpses." He coughed twice, and his voice became more hoarse.
Seeing this, Jing Ning quickly took off her scarf and gently wrapped it around Yan Shuang's neck. She asked with concern, "How do you feel? Is your throat still uncomfortable?"
Yan Shuang shook her head and said, "I'm fine. Let's go down and take a look."
The two men slowly descended the mountain path, and along the way, the scene they saw became increasingly shocking. The corpses at the top were basically rotten beyond recognition, and the bodies became fresher as they went down. The entire mountain looked like a pile of corpses.
The foot of the mountain was barren. Where the temple was supposed to have stood, there was only an empty lot. It was obvious that the temple had not yet been built.
What was even more horrifying was that the blood oozing from the corpses flowed down through the cracks in the rocks, and finally gathered into a dark red stream of blood, which continuously flowed into the river.
The river water was dyed a strange red, as if it flowed from hell.
At this moment, a faint voice came from not far away, accompanied by the sound of wheels rolling over stones, slowly moving towards them.
The two quickly hid behind a rock, not knowing whether it was a human or a ghost, so it would be better not to be discovered.
Soon, the voices came closer and became clearer.
"With wave after wave of dead bodies, I don't think this mountain can hold any more." A rough voice sounded.
"Stop complaining and throw these bodies back quickly," said another man.
Then he continued, "What can we do? Natural disasters happen every year at this time, and so many people die every year. We were lucky to be out when the mudslide happened."
"What natural disaster? What good luck?" the burly man laughed.
"I'm telling you this in secret. Don't tell anyone." The man suddenly stopped laughing, a mysterious expression on his face. He looked around warily, then lowered his voice and said, "Have you heard of the samsara calamity?"
The other man was obviously frightened by the man's behavior. He involuntarily shrank his neck and shook his head quickly.
Seeing this, the man breathed a sigh of relief, but his voice remained low, as if he was afraid of being overheard. "Let me think... Yes, it was last year! At that time, an old monk came to our village. There are usually few outsiders in the village, and the news spread everywhere in no time. This old monk was also strange. He didn't go anywhere else. As soon as he arrived, he went straight to the blind man's house. I was curious at the time, so I secretly followed him, wanting to see what he was going to do. But guess what? I heard the old monk tell the blind man that their daughter didn't have a congenital eye disease, but was suffering from the calamity of reincarnation!"
"Because of this samsara calamity, our entire village will suffer. It's a heavenly calamity, no one can stop it. I heard a date, and it said it would come on the fifteenth day of the seventh month every year. Look, it's accurate."
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