118 Sacrifice Corridor 32 || Right and Wrong
Everything had been settled, but no one had expected the eight men who had just sent her would return. With their desires swelling inside them, the righteous men suddenly turned into brutal demons, devouring her completely.
"This little bitch killed so many people. What's wrong with doing one more thing? She'll be burned tomorrow anyway."
"He's so damn good-looking, and clean, it's just right for us brothers." Another man's eyes lit up and he swallowed his saliva. "As long as we don't say anything, no one will know."
"I'm tired of the yellow-faced woman at home. She can't compare to this fresh and lively one."
The other few people were already ready to make a move and laughed obscenely.
The girl was blind, her body was tied to a wooden frame, the hemp ropes on her body outlined the beautiful curves of her body. The eight men looked like hungry wolves that had been starving for several lifetimes. They pounced on her madly and pressed her to the ground to humiliate her to the end.
Miserable screams echoed in the mass grave. The girl struggled hard, but how could a little girl be a match for eight grown men?
Yan Shuang and Jing Ning rushed out instantly, reaching out to push a few men, but found that they pushed nothing.
Yan Shuang was stunned for a moment, and reached out to push the man's shoulder again, but found that her hand had passed through the man's flesh and could not touch the object.
"how so!"
The same situation happened on Jingning's side. The men were unaware of anything and were concentrating on what they were doing.
The two of them were floating here like ghosts.
The wind howled, accompanied by the girl's heart-wrenching screams.
"Because these are real facts. We are now in an illusion and cannot change the final result." Jing Ning found that the two of them could not help in it, so he simply stopped and stood aside calmly.
Yan Shuang remained silent, pursed her lips, and looked away with difficulty.
The girl's screams gradually turned into hoarse, tiny whimpers. Her clothes were already tattered, and she leaned numbly against the wooden frame. After the eight men finished, they didn't even look back, and went home contentedly to play the role of a good husband and a good father.
Yan Shuang clenched her fists, walked over and squatted down, took off the scarf that Jing Ning was wearing around herself and covered the girl with it.
The girl trembled slightly before she finally reacted and raised her head with difficulty. This face was exactly the same as the female Rakshasa in the temple later, even the faint smile at the corner of her mouth was exactly the same.
Although she couldn't see anything, Yan Shuang still saw the grievance in her eyes, and this time tears finally flowed from her eyes.
Perhaps at that time she just wanted someone to appear at this moment and cover her with a piece of clothing like Yan Shuang, so that she would not be embarrassed after dawn.
At daybreak, a mighty procession from the foot of the mountain descended upon us. That crimson flame illuminated half the sky, burying all grievances within.
A Rakshasa appeared from the temple.
Not long after, the eight men and the old children in the family died suddenly in the house. They all said that the girl had turned into an evil ghost and came to take their lives.
No one will investigate the truth, and they will just use any excuse to put all the blame on one person and clear themselves of the charges.
Later, the natural disasters subsided, and people's memories began to fade with the pain. They moved across from the temple and rebuilt their houses. The evil spirit they once spoke of had transformed into a protective deity that now suppressed the area. They also reached a tacit agreement: whenever someone died, they would bring the body over to offer to the Rakshasa, thus seeking protection.
The desolation and gloom of the temple and the smoke rising from the houses opposite formed an extremely harmonious yet bizarre picture.
The incense has continued to burn like this, carrying the hope of life and also entangled with the secrets of death.
The darkness dissipated like a tide, and everything around them returned to normal. The two men sat there, not moving at all, their bodies returning to normal.
Yan Shuang took a moment to recover before she completely came out of the illusion. "She let us out."
Jing Ning curled the corners of his mouth and looked at Yan Shuang, "Girls always like gentle and considerate big brothers."
Yan Shuang lowered his head and began to reflect, "I thought the Yin Temple was full of evil ghosts who killed people."
"From our perspective, it's just a murder." Jing Ning reached out and smoothed Yan Shuang's hair. "Who can tell the difference between grudges in this world? Right and wrong are just different perspectives, but the most important thing is to stick to the bottom line."
"Get some sleep. Tomorrow is the last day."
The two of them wandered in the fantasy world for most of the night before falling asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, there were loud knocks on the door, but after knocking for a while, no one answered.
Ye Jing'an was pacing anxiously outside the door. He didn't believe that the boss could sleep peacefully in the house just because Yan Shuang disappeared.
He didn't give up and planned to knock for a while. Just when he was ready to knock a hole in the door, the door opened from the inside with a "click". Ye Jing'an was startled and took a small step back instinctively.
Then he put his hands away very nervously. He hadn't felt anything before because Yan Shuang was there, but now he felt a sudden sense of oppression when facing Jing Ning alone. He couldn't even speak clearly, "I... I..."
Jing Ning didn't waste time talking to him, just glanced at him and let him in.
The moment he saw who was sitting on the bed, his true nature was revealed. "Where the hell were you yesterday?"
Yan Shuang frowned at being suddenly woken up, with a hairstyle that had its own ideas on its head, "It's been in the room all the time."
"What's wrong with your throat?!" Ye Jing'an exclaimed, and then a series of indescribable images flashed through his mind...
After the night before and last night, her throat was even more hoarse. Yan Shuang said in a Donald Duck voice, "It's okay, I just drank a few sips of wind."
"You were in the room, why did you lie to us? If you had any plans, you should at least tell me in advance. You're wasting my tears for nothing."
Yan Shuang then told him everything she had planned, and then continued in a hoarse voice, "How could anyone get suspicious if you didn't cry sincerely? You are the most important link. You performed well and deserve praise."
Ye Jing'an twitched his lips, "You'd better say less."
"That's all I've told you today."
Ye Jingan: ...
"Let's go out and take a look first. No one should have died last night." Yan Shuang got up from the bed, washed up, and then went out together.
Everyone came to the bottom of the building, and as he had guessed, except for Zhao Wanqing who was missing, no one else had entered the illusion last night.
The most panicked person was Wu Yaqi. She slept next to the ghost for several nights in a row and kept the reverse house-warding talisman in her pocket at all times. She actually managed to survive safely until the last day.
"When was she replaced by a ghost?"
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