"Is this woman reliable?"

Ye Ling muttered, and he moved his gaze to the upper left corner of the phone screen, which was now close to 11:00. He clicked on the location sent by Wang Xinyan again, which showed a distance of 1.2 kilometers.

Ye Ling thought about it, and with his speed, it was more than enough to reach his destination before 12:00.

However, he was a little puzzled, not to mention whether he could hold the knife or not, but first to talk about his physique, what use would it be after getting it?

A cat with the word king written on the top of the head?

However, because of his strong curiosity, he still couldn't help but want to go over and find out, after all, this is not an ordinary knife, he earned it when he got it, how could he let go of this kind of cheap money for nothing?

Ye Ling followed the route navigated by JPS for nearly twenty minutes, and finally he walked out of the beach and stopped in a deserted village.

"Is this the case?" Ye Ling stood at the entrance of the village and looked around.

The village seems to have been abandoned for a long time, the fields are overgrown with weeds, and the wooden houses have collapsed nearly halfway, which smells like a horror movie set.

After looking around this terrifying place, Ye Ling felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

"What the hell is this? She's not mistaken, is she?"

Ye Ling looked at his phone suspiciously, and the navigation showed that he had arrived at his destination about a hundred meters ahead, that is, he had to pass through the deserted village to get there.

Ye Ling took a deep breath and walked on the stone road of the deserted village with the light of his mobile phone, for fear that a woman in white clothes would suddenly jump out of nowhere, just like in the movie.

At this moment, he finally realized the feeling of the protagonist who played a horror movie walking in a deserted village in the middle of the night.

On the way, the mobile phone light suddenly shone on a house where most of the walls had collapsed, and Ye Ling could see the things in the house from the outside.

"What's that?"

Ye Ling's gaze was fixed on a corner of the room, where there was a pile of things that resembled bones.

"It can't be a human skeleton, right?" Ye Ling swallowed, and under the inducement of curiosity, he cautiously approached the house.

When he saw it, he immediately screamed and almost sat on the ground in fright.

Skulls are human skeletons!

"Why are there human bones here?" Ye Ling's gaze moved again. The pile of white bones was scattered on the ground, and if you didn't see the skull, you really couldn't tell that it was a human skeleton.

Ye Ling forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and he began to sort out his chaotic thoughts.

"Judging by the extent of the decay of this skeleton, it must have been some years. ”

Ye Ling shone the mobile phone light around the skeleton again, and he suddenly found a cloth shirt full of patches. The material of this shirt is very coarse, and it looks like a sack cloth.

This should be the clothes worn by Chinese people in the 90th century.

After looking around the house, Ye Ling didn't notice anything wrong, so he ran to the surrounding houses to take a look.

There were not a few houses in the deserted village, and most of them had collapsed into large holes that people could get into, so Ye Ling didn't need to work hard at all, and walked in directly.

After looking at a few rooms, Ye Ling found that the situation in the other rooms was similar.

"It's supposed to be a bandit sweep or something, it wasn't as peaceful as it is now. Ye Ling simply speculated, but he always felt as if he was missing something...

Ye Ling suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait, there are no obvious traces of a fight in the room. You know, it is impossible for the people who are killed to wait for death stupidly, they will definitely resist. However, all the equipment in the entire room was intact, and there were no signs of a fight at all. ”

In other words, the murderer should be their acquaintance, and the means are quite cruel, killing them directly with one blow before the other party can react, causing the other party to not even have room to resist. ”

After learning the reasoning of the protagonist in the mystery film, he had to admit that this was really reasonable.

"If there's a living person in the place I'm going to, then he's probably the murderer of the entire village. Ye Ling speculated.

Thinking about it, he felt that it was unlikely that the murderer was still here.

Since Wang Xinyan has been here, she must be aware of the situation here, but she has not mentioned anything about the murderer to Ye Ling, if the murderer is still there, she should not be at ease to let Ye Ling come alone, right?

Ye Ling's impression of Wang Xinyan is still good, Ye Ling can trust Wang Xinyan's personality, because from beginning to end, she did not kill people like Xian Fan, but persuaded Ye Ling very patiently.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much. ”

Ye Ling saw that the time was close to midnight, so he didn't stay here any longer, and walked forward according to the navigation route.

The end of the navigation is a small temple, and when Yeling arrives here, the gate of the temple is open, and it is dark inside, which is very quiet.

"Sanxue Temple?" Ye Ling said with a mobile phone lamp shining at the slightly decayed plaque at the door.

"I guess this is it. With that, Ye Ling stepped into the temple with his legs open.

He had barely stepped on the threshold when a palm suddenly grabbed his arm, causing him to smash his phone directly on the man's head.

With a "snap", the man reached out and stopped Ye Ling's hand in the air.

The mobile phone light shone on the man's face, and Ye Ling could see his appearance clearly, it was a young man of the same age as him. To his surprise, this man's arm was so thin, but it contained a huge amount of strength, and he pinched his wrist with a faint pain.

"Who are you?" Ye Ling withdrew his hand, and the young man immediately let go of his hand.

Ye Ling looked at the young man, this person was dressed in modern society, he should have nothing to do with the dead outside.

However, how can a normal person come here in the middle of the night?

So Ye Ling guessed that this person's purpose might be the same as him, and he was aiming for that knife.

The young man was not surprised by Ye Ling's arrival at all, and he said calmly, "My name is Meng Qian, what about you?"

"Ye Ling. ”

"It's a big night, I don't think you got lost and came here, right?"

Ye Ling naturally understood the meaning of Meng Qian's words, and he looked at Meng Qian, "I think, you are also coming for that knife, right?"

"I'm not interested in that knife. Meng Qian shook his head and put on an indifferent look.

"Then why are you here?" Ye Ling asked.

"I don't want to tell you. Meng Qian said.

Ye Ling only felt that he was pretending, obviously he was aiming for the knife, but he refused to admit it.

Ye Ling thought about it, and he felt that it was still necessary to beware of this young man. The person who will appear here and stay calm with a calm face can't be an ordinary person, maybe this person is also a spiritual disciple.

"You really didn't have the idea to hit that knife?" Ye Ling asked.

"If you make up your mind and can't take it away, why do you want to do so much?" Meng Qian said.

"Can't take it?"

Ye Ling was puzzled, he looked around, there was no one, why couldn't he take it?

"Is there a mechanism or something?" Ye Ling asked.

"Nope. Meng Qian shook his head.

"Then why can't you take it away?" Ye Ling asked again.

"I just said I couldn't take it, and I didn't say you couldn't take it, if you're interested, you can try it. ”

As he spoke, Meng Qian pointed to the Buddha hall in front of him, "After entering, you will be able to see the knife under the Buddha statue." ”

"You don't want me to help you explore the way, do you?" Ye Linghu looked at Meng Qian suspiciously.

"No, it won't. Meng Qian said.

Seeing that Meng Qian was not hostile, Ye Ling thought for a moment and said slowly, "Why don't you help me explore the way?" I see that you seem to be quite familiar with this place. ”

"Why are you so troublesome?" Meng Qian was a little impatient.

"Be cautious. Ye Ling smiled.

Meng Qian sighed helplessly and strode into the Buddhist hall.

Ye Ling saw that Meng Qian swaggered in and walked in without anything at all, so he also relieved his heart and walked in.

The Buddha hall is very large, accounting for about 70% of the entire temple area. There are no special decorations inside, just a two-meter-tall Buddha statue and some tributes.

Meng Qian stood next to the Buddha statue, pointed to the tribute table under the Buddha statue, and said, "The knife you want is there." ”

Ye Ling looked at the place Meng Qian pointed to, and there was an unsheathed scimitar on it, and the shape of this scimitar was very similar to the Tang knife used by the ancients.

Ye Ling hurriedly walked over, holding his mobile phone in one hand and the scimitar on the tribute table in the other.

As soon as the scimitar was in his hands, he felt a faint chill emanating from the scabbard and slowly seeping into his palm, this chill was very weak, probably only a few degrees.

After going through so many bizarre things, he didn't feel any surprise.

"How do you feel?" Meng Qian asked.

"It's a bit cold. Ye Ling handed the phone to Meng Qian, "You help me take the phone." ”

"What do you want to do?" Meng Qian took the phone and asked.

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Ling grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled the scimitar out of its scabbard. The mobile phone light shone on the blade, and a dazzling light refracted towards Ye Ling's eyes.

Ye Ling unconsciously closed his eyes, and after a while, after adjusting to the light, he opened his eyes again.

"Broken?" Ye Ling was slightly startled.

The blade of the scimitar is only half, and the blade is engraved with several red characters, which looks like ancient texts from a long time ago, and Ye Ling can't understand it.

On the other hand, Meng Qian, he looked at Ye Ling with a shocked expression.

"Are you alright?" Meng Qian asked in disbelief.

"It's fine. Ye Ling shook his head, seeing that this was a broken knife, his interest instantly decreased by half, and he pushed the blade back into the scabbard with a strong push.

"Don't you have any strange feelings?" Meng Qian asked again.

Ye Ling shook his head and said, "It's just a little cold." ”

"It's... How is this possible?Why are you okay?......" Meng Qian muttered to himself, he suddenly thought of something, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

"Could it be what?" Ye Ling asked strangely.

Ever since he pulled out the blade, Meng Qian's expression had become very strange, and he wondered, could there be some mystery in the blade of this knife?

When Meng Qian opened his mouth and was about to say something, an old voice suddenly came from the door, and his voice was mixed with anger:

"Who allowed you in?"