The san value returned to zero on the spot.

A chill rose from his coccyx and rushed straight to the top of his head. Zhang Yuanqing was like a cat with its fur standing on end. He jumped high on the spot and cursed in Chinese:

"Fuck you!"

This is the unconscious vocalization of a person when they are strongly stimulated or frightened.

He finally understood why his shoulders felt so sore, and why the corpse by the window carried a bronze mirror with him.

This is to observe whether there is any evil spirit lying on your shoulder.

When did it lie on my shoulder, when I walked into the courtyard, or when I entered this room?

Who gave me the courage to go out and explore, Fish Leong? !

My mind was like a boiling pot, all kinds of thoughts popped up in an instant, and fear hit me like a tide.

Although he knew that there were strange and terrifying things in this temple and was mentally prepared, when he really faced the ghosts, he still felt an indescribable panic.

Oh, right, I have a talisman... Zhang Yuanqing took out the yellow paper talisman from the left pocket of his jacket with trembling hands and stuck it on his shoulder as a last resort.

Bang!

The corpse-suppressing talisman was patted on his shoulder. He raised the brass mirror and looked carefully. The man with a pale face, black lips and a pair of dead white eyes was still lying on his shoulder.

It’s useless, this thing is not considered a corpse-like evil object... The last bit of luck is gone, Zhang Yuanqing feels his shoulders becoming more and more sore, and his hands and feet are getting cold.

These are not illusions, but the real loss of Yang Energy.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing thought of the corpse under the table in the main hall and the senior who died tragically under the window. Next, he would most likely die here like the two of them.

A chill ran through my heart.

“Da da!”

Suddenly, at this critical moment, there were slight footsteps in the corridor outside.

The footsteps were light, but very clear in the quiet night.

.......Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled, and he quickly squatted down beside the corpse under the window.

The footsteps sounded familiar, very similar to the sound he heard when he entered the temple.

“Da da da…”

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, moving towards this side. Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to breathe, his whole body was tense, and he could vaguely hear his own frantic heartbeat.

When the footsteps passed by the window, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but glance at the floor of the room. The moonlight shone in, forming a lattice window shadow on the ground.

The window was not high, only reaching the waist. With a normal person's height, when passing by the window, the moonlight would definitely cast a shadow on the ground, but he saw nothing.

This shows that the things passing by outside the window have no body.

Fortunately, the footsteps passed by the window, did not stop, and did not enter the house, and gradually faded away.

Huh... Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief silently, concentrating on catching the sound of footsteps going away. He heard it step into the yard, making a rustling sound as it trampled on the weeds.

Then it stopped, and a few seconds later, the footsteps sounded again.

This time the footsteps were not simple walking, but stepping with a certain pattern and rhythm.

What is it doing in the yard?

Zhang Yuanqing supported his cold body and stood up with some difficulty, then looked out through the tattered window paper.

Under the moonlight, in the weeds, a pair of brand new, Western-style red dancing shoes were tap dancing in the night.

Moonlit night, deserted temple, red dancing shoes, solo dance.

This scene looks both absurd and weird, but also reveals an indescribable sense of...loneliness?

How come there was a pair of Western-style dancing shoes in a mountain god temple from the Ming Dynasty?

This dilapidated temple was becoming more and more eerie... He quietly squatted back and waited patiently.

As time passed, the vengeful spirit on his shoulder continued to drain his yang energy. His body became stiffer and stiffer, and the pain in his shoulder turned into a stinging pain.

He felt that if he continued like this, he would either die from exhaustion of vital energy or die from his injuries due to a broken shoulder bone.

In the agony, the dance in the yard disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing still didn't dare to show his head. He waited for a moment before cautiously sticking his head out and looking into the yard through the window.

The yard was filled with moonlight, the weeds stood quietly, and the strange pair of dancing shoes left.

"call......."

He let out a breath of relief and was about to stand up when his knees sank and he fell to the ground.

After his tense nerves relaxed and the adrenaline subsided, he realized that his condition was worse than he had imagined.

My shoulders were burning with pain, as if my bones were about to break, my knees were stiff, and my blood seemed to be solidified.

Zhang Yuanqing trembled as he picked up the bronze mirror. In the gray mirror, he saw his pale face, listless expression, and dim pupils. He was not a normal person at all, but a sickly person who was running out of energy.

On his shoulder, the evil spirit with black lips stared at him strangely and silently.

If he continued like this, he would surely die, but what could he do? Nothing he could do could touch the evil spirit on his shoulder.

The severe pain in his shoulder bone forced him to lean against the wall to support his body.

He turned his head to look at the corpse of his predecessor, and found that the postures of the two men were exactly the same.

"So that's how it is..." Zhang Yuanqing smiled bitterly.

He seemed to see his own end and hear the sigh of death.

But Zhang Yuanqing did not give up his desire to survive. His brain was still active, like an overloaded CPU, looking for hope of survival in desperation.

In a flash, the corpse under the table in the main hall flashed by in the complex and chaotic flow of information.

"The extent of the shoulder fractures of the two corpses is different. The shoulder injury of the corpse in the main hall is not fatal. Did the ghost on his shoulder let him go? No, the ghost would never show mercy..."

"Why did he hide under the table......"

"The red dancing shoes followed me secretly when I entered the temple, but when I entered the main hall, it left..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing's dark and turbid pupils lit up with hope.

Go back to the main hall, go back to the main hall immediately!

He immediately stood up and staggered out of the house. Every step he took was difficult, as if he was carrying a mountain.

“Plop!”

He fell down in the yard, into the weeds, and was unable to get up.

Zhang Yuanqing's teeth were trembling and colliding up and down, making a "tapping" sound, and he felt like he was in a bitter cold winter.

The "severe cold" took away the heat and eroded the will.

Zhang Yuanqing crawled towards the main hall little by little, using all his strength. He held his head high, keeping the outline of the building in front of him reflected in his eyes.

This way the hope in your eyes will not be extinguished.

It only took about a minute to walk from the main hall, but now it felt as far away as the end of the world.

Finally, the moment he climbed into the eaves of the main hall, he heard an illusory scream, his shoulders felt lighter, and the negative effects of cold, dizziness, and stiffness disappeared instantly.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled and crawled onto the pedestal, staggered to the front of the main hall, pushed open the lattice door, and threw himself into the threshold.

The candlelight is as small as a bean, dispelling the haze and bringing warmth like a spring breeze.

He lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, his chest heaving and gasping for breath. He lay like that for two or three minutes before he felt that he was finally alive.

"How terrible, how terrible....My guess was correct, the main hall is a safe shelter."

Based on the different shoulder injuries of the two skeletons, he judged that something must have stopped the vengeful spirit from chasing the man in the hall.

The worker under the table curled up and died, which is consistent with a person's hiding psychology when he is extremely frightened.

In the mind of this senior worker, the main hall is safe.

The fact that Red Shoes gave up chasing him indirectly verified this speculation.

In the following time, Zhang Yuanqing stayed in the main hall until the pain in his shoulder subsided and his body temperature returned to normal.

Sure enough, he never encountered any danger again.

"If the main hall is a safe house, then my chances of survival will undoubtedly increase greatly. Even if the vengeful spirits on my shoulders suck my essence, I can still escape back to the main hall. But if I encounter the vengeful spirits and am chased by the red dancing shoes, I don't think I can escape back to the main hall.

"And the most bizarre and terrifying source of this temple is definitely not just the vengeful spirits..."

He did not feel proud of having resolved a life-and-death crisis. This ancient temple was not that simple.

You should know that before him, an entire construction team died here.

After resting for a long time, he gradually let go of his fear and was hesitating whether to continue going out to explore.

The voice in my head sounded again:

[Main Mission 1: Survive for Three Hours (Completed)]

[Main Mission 2: Explore Spirit Realm No. 0079, Progress: 20%]

[Yuanshi Tianzun, congratulations on completing a main task. We are calculating your reward...]

[Obtained items/props: Corpse-suppressing Talisman (can be viewed in the inventory). ]

[Experience gained: 15%]

[The inventory has been unlocked.]

[You will get 36 hours of rest time. The next opening of Spirit Realm 0079 will be at 35:59:40. ]

The scenery in the main hall was distorted, like the surface of the water wrinkled by the wind.

When the picture became clear again, Zhang Yuanqing saw the bright energy-saving lamps, the spacious bed, the desk, the PS5 game console, and the open windows. The wind blew in and the curtains swayed slightly.

He returned to the human world.

"You're back?"

He looked around in astonishment, making sure that he was really back in the room. Then his knees went weak and he fell onto the soft bed.

I took a deep breath and found the air sweet.

It’s great to be alive, and the world is great.

After resting for a few minutes, Zhang Yuanqing sat up, unzipped his jacket, and found that the corpse-suppressing talisman was indeed missing.

Zhang Yuanqing naturally thought of "taking the item", and the next moment, a fluorescent blue grid appeared before his eyes.

There are five grids in total, and lying in the first grid is the yellow paper talisman.

It was a wonderful experience. Once the inventory was unlocked, this function seemed to have become his instinct. He didn't need to learn it and naturally knew how to open the inventory.

"In addition to the Corpse Suppression Talisman, I also gained 15% of the experience points, but my level is still zero, which means that I have not yet become a Night Wanderer. I am still an ordinary person."

"Surviving for three hours almost killed me. How can I do the second mission? Is this the S-level difficulty..."

The more Zhang Yuanqing thought about it, the more desperate he became. He felt that he had been cheated by the soldier.

This broken card can indeed change your life, but it is also difficult to control.

He was very self-aware. He knew that he was just a college student who had never killed a chicken. It would be difficult for him to survive the second mission on his own.

As a good socialist young man with a good family background, we must rely on the country and the government at this time.

So he took out his phone and was about to dial his cousin's number, but when his finger touched the screen, he suddenly stopped.

Because Zhang Yuanqing thought that he might have a better choice.

He immediately got out of bed and found the business card left by the man with the slicked-back hair in the drawer of the desk.

The business card has your name and contact information.

What happened tonight reminded him of the mysterious disappearance of Brother Bing. If he didn’t make it out alive, then he must have disappeared mysteriously as well.

It is certain that Brother Bing had already come into contact with the so-called spiritual realm, so his disappearance might be due to him entering a certain spiritual realm?

According to this idea, the investigators from the Sheriff's Department are trustworthy.

There was another reason why he chose to contact the man with the slicked-back hair, which was that the other party said that he might also be missing, which was hinting that he would enter the spiritual realm.

Combined with the fact that his cousin was unaware of the situation, Zhang Yuanqing had reason to infer that the three people were special personnel who specialized in handling similar incidents.

After thinking it through, Zhang Yuanqing dialed the other party's cell phone number according to the number on the business card.

The beeping sounded for a few seconds, and then the other end picked up the phone. A deep, mature male voice asked:

"Who?"