Traveling back to Haiyin Temple, my mood at this moment is like a blank barrage.

After the transfer student made this move, the comments that had just been expecting Haiyin Temple to find out some information and had begun to discuss and speculate very enthusiastically suddenly became silent, and even a rare vacuum state appeared.

After a few minutes, the text reappeared on the bullet screen.

[? ? ? ? ? ? ]

[Nothing happened]

[Brother Hai was stunned, and I was stunned too]

[Please forgive my lack of education, but I can only say “wow” to get you far]

[Could it be that he was impressed by Brother Hai’s domineering aura? (Moves his head)]

[Maybe, um, African etiquette? (uncertain heart, shaking hands)]

[Brother Hai: You seem to be seriously ill]

[Brother Hai was silenced, so funny]

[Brother Hai: You don’t give me a chance to speak at all?]

There are indeed six points I would like to say about my visit to Haiyin Temple...

He wanted to say something but stopped, and then stopped again, but he just couldn't open his mouth.

Kneeling, no matter in which culture, this posture of closeness to the ground and total submission does not seem to be a basic form of greeting, nor is it something that can be done casually to someone you are not even familiar with.

While he was still considering his words, the boy who had just fallen to his knees stood up nimbly, his loose white clothes filled with wind, like a silent black panther, hiding in the darkness and snow, waiting for an expected hunt.

"Hello."

The transfer student from Africa spoke with a very subtle accent, but considering his foreign identity, it seemed not difficult to understand the emergence of this strange emphasis.

But this kind of accent can't be simply described as strange. It seems to be born in response to the tune of a certain song, with an accent that can attract people.

Haiyin Temple Suyou could feel that it sounded nice, but it didn't seem to be a feeling from his heart, but was forced into his brain by the tone.

A strong sense of alienation arose in his mind, but soon the strange feeling disappeared, replaced by a very strange sense of familiarity, which belonged to him but did not seem entirely like that. After a few minutes, his mood returned to normal.

In addition to this unique way of speaking, Haiyin Temple Suyou also noticed that the boy's tone of voice carried a very abnormal enthusiasm and distorted respect.

It was directed at him. After noticing that the exchange student's clear black and white eyes were staring at him intently, Haiyinsi Suyu made this cautious judgment.

Maybe we can use this to find out something. The current intelligence is still too little. Although it is not impossible to let the small king intervene and hypnotize directly through the use of force under the vest.

But he was not sure whether the exchange student was the only voodoo believer here. After all, what happened in the lobby on the first floor did not seem like something a young shaman could do.

Moreover, he still didn't quite understand the power of Voodoo. Roald Dahl and Michael Ende were not good at such ethereal abilities as spellcasting and prophecy.

Although Haiyin Temple Suyou was not worried about the revenge of Voodoo, what he wanted was to obtain more intelligence in a minimal way that was not easily discovered by more people.

"Are you a believer of Voodoo?" Haiyinsi Suyou asked slowly when the exchange student's gaze became increasingly impossible to ignore.

The black boy, who was much taller and stronger than Haiyin Temple, suddenly grinned. His shiny white teeth looked a little spooky in the dark, but also carried some cautious meaning.

The dark-skinned boy nodded crisply and continued to stare at the Haiyin Temple with such overly focused and pious eyes that he didn't know what to say.

"What were you doing just now?" Haiyin Temple Suyou asked directly.

"Greetings."

The young man, who was a head taller than Haiyin Temple, said respectfully:

There was some mischief in his brow just now, which belonged to a teenager, but at this moment he had the attitude of a reserve shaman facing the Lord God.

He even bowed slightly to lower his line of sight below the level of Haiyin Temple before speaking in a hoarse and noisy voice.

This accent felt very familiar to Haiyinsi Suyou, but he was deeply aware that he had never heard such a way of speaking before, nor should he have heard such an obscure and even polluting way of speaking.

It was unclean, in the language of his parents, but for him the line of clean power seemed vague.

Just like when he first encountered the crisis with Hachisha Lady and the Red Temple, he should have sought help from the government or the shrine because that was the right way.

But it was the ominous power of the notebook that helped him through, and the place he once trusted most gave him a heavy blow of reality.

Using the word "severely damaged" to describe it was Haiyin Temple Suyou's last courtesy to the place that his parents trusted the most. However, under the current circumstances, it seemed that his thoughts had strayed too far.

The black-skinned boy still stood quietly in the darkness, with his head lowered, full of the piety of a fanatic, as if just standing beside the Haiyin Temple was a great blessing for him.

Even, as if he was suppressing some strong emotion, his body was trembling slightly, just like the abbot in the red temple who had great trust in ghosts and gods.

Haiyin Temple Suyou smiled faintly, which perhaps could not be called a smile, after all, it was just a fleeting pursed lips.

The black-haired high school student stood in front of a classmate who was a head taller than him, but he looked more like a leader.

He took a step forward calmly and then spoke again.

"What is your purpose?"

This should have been a question, but it was said in a straightforward manner, which made the sentence seem like a kind of interrogation and questioning from a superior to an inferior.

But the black boy who was treated in this tone seemed even more excited, and he looked like he was about to faint.

"To see you in all your glory."

The young man in the loose white ethnic costume fell to his knees again unexpectedly, and the Haiyin Temple tour suddenly retreated because of this sudden change.

But the boy didn't care at all. He pressed his fingers on the ground where he had walked along the path to Haiyin Temple and kissed his fingers devoutly, as if he was performing some extremely solemn religious ritual.

"To offer the sacrifice you deserve."

Something round fell out of the bulging package around the waist of the young man from Haiti and rolled to the foot of Haiyin Temple.

The smell of blood filled the small space, but Haiyinsi's good night vision enabled him to see clearly that it was just a fresh pig's head. The eye area had been artificially hollowed out and sewn up, with a huge iron nail piercing through it.

"To restore the glory you deserve."

The cast iron pendant was roughly snatched off, and the exchange student from Africa mercilessly stabbed the small prayer gadget into his chest, as if he didn't care about the pain at all.

Not a drop of blood flowed out from the place where the iron was inserted, as if there was no blood under the dark skin.

The body of a young person is like a deflated ball, collapsing bit by bit, becoming wrinkled and dry. Even the muscles disappear, and only the remaining ones are morbidly attached to the bones, like wind-dried bacon.

When the African exchange student raised his head again, the dark but still youthful face had disappeared, replaced by an extremely old face.

Deep wrinkles covered the black skin, as if a cruel god had left cracks symbolizing death and aging on the once fertile soil.

The black-skinned boy disappeared and turned into a skinny, sickly old man, but it would be more accurate to say that this was his original appearance rather than that the original boy disappeared.

The only thing that does not change is the emotion in their eyes, which is a kind of thirst for

A tortured desert hiker faces the madness of the last drop of water.

"Bon Die!"

"Bon Die!"

"Bon Die!"

The old man convulsed violently and roared hoarsely. With three prayer-like shouts, an invisible force spread out between heaven and earth.

He seemed to have been drained of his strength by an unknown existence. White foam flowed from the corners of his mouth. He crawled on the ground, just like a skinny corpse.

The old man's body was still trembling, as if he was accumulating something, just like a praying mantis whose body had been hollowed out by a nematode, but which could still mechanically hunt its prey with its sickles.

Haiyinsi Suyou's eyelashes trembled, and his red eyes appeared darker in the dim light, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

And just as he blinked, the old man, who seemed to be on his last breath just now, used his hands and feet together and appeared at his feet in a strange and twisted posture.

The iron nail that was deeply embedded in the pig's head was pulled out smoothly. It is hard to imagine how the old man, whose facial muscles were almost completely atrophied, did this.

Cool blood gushed out from the gap, splashing on the black-haired high school student's feet and pants. The iron nail that was pulled out was extremely similar to the one that was nailed on the white pigeon behind the deceased in the lobby on the first floor, with only a slight difference in size.

However, faced with all this, the person involved, named Haiyin Temple Suyou, had no reaction at all, as if he was calm about everything.

[Oh my god, restricted]

[Brother Hai and this old man had a cross-server chat]

[Does anyone find this nail familiar? I'm going to make a bold guess. The pig's head is a sacrifice. Then are the corpses and pigeons in the hall also sacrifices?]

[Sacrifice? For Brother Hai? This is weird]

[Me too, I can recognize these words separately, but when they are put together I can’t understand what the plot is about]

[Haibing is really calm. This development is really weird. Haiibing, stay calm.]

[Give up thinking, wait for the class representative and the boss to analyze]

[Wait, let me ask you a question. Did anyone understand what this guy just said? Why did he suddenly speak in bird language?]

[I don’t understand. I feel like Brother Hai is just as confused as I am]

Haiyin Temple Suyou remained silent, but his inner thoughts were completely different from what the bullet screen had guessed.

He understood something that should not be understood, and was preoccupied with a fear of the unknown that arose from a surprise that had no reason to occur.