An abandoned tunnel........

Zhang Yuanqing looked around in some panic, and was suddenly taken to an unfamiliar environment, and anyone would be flustered.

"Tunnel? This is the She Ling Tunnel in the weird story?"

As a native of Songhai City, of course he knows the She Ling Tunnel in the top ten strange stories, when he was a child, he was naughty at night and didn't sleep, and his grandmother scared him with strange stories.

However, let's not talk about strange stories that are just illusory stories, take the She Ling Tunnel as an example, Zhang Yuanqing returned to his hometown a few days ago to worship his father, and he also passed by the She Ling Tunnel.

Where is the real Sheling Tunnel like this, so old?

"By the way, this is the Spirit Realm, not the real She Ling Tunnel. ”

The cramped environment was unsettling, Zhang Yuanqing walked forward cautiously, only the sound of his lonely footsteps in his ears.

As he walked, he pondered his situation, the message given by the voice in his head.

There is no doubt that he has encountered the paranormal and has been taken to the strange tale to complete the mission of the mysterious power.

"That voice gave me two tasks, one was to survive for three hours, and to explore the spiritual realm. Difficulty: S-level, Single-Player Death Type..... This death type makes me panic. ”

Surviving for three hours means that there is great danger.

Explore the Spiritual ...... Should it be exploring this tunnel, that is, it is dangerous in the tunnel?

He quietly tensed his nerves, and at the same time, a question flashed through his mind: what would be the reward for completing the task?

Since it's a mission, there will definitely be a reward.

"Well, according to the attribute panel just now, my profession is the Night Wanderer, but the level is 0 instead of 1, becoming a Night Wanderer should be one of the rewards, right, what is the Night Wanderer?"

"Brother Bing is right, this black card will indeed change lives, but I ignored the second half of his words, this thing is difficult to control, refers to the degree of danger?"

Zhang Yuanqing combined the known information and analyzed it silently.

At this moment, the old-fashioned xenon lamp beside him, which seemed to have an unstable circuit, flickered a few times, and between light and darkness, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a figure wearing a miner's hat standing under the lamp.

....... He jumped up in fright, his thoughts interrupted in an instant, and he ran forward like a frightened fawn.

Looking back, the xenon lamp continued to light up and did not flicker again.

The black shadow wearing the miner's hat just now seemed to be his delusion.

With this fright, Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to stay in this ghost place, and quickly walked out of the tunnel.

Da Da Da ...... The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet tunnel, Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to stop a step, and walked like this for five or six minutes, the old-fashioned xenon lamp of the arc dome flashed again, but this time, no figure wearing a miner's hat appeared.

"Didn't keep up?"

His heart was slightly relieved, he didn't dare to stay, he walked briskly with his head down, and suddenly, his eyes were staring at the ground, and he caught a detail that made people go into cardiac arrest.

The orange xenon lamp dragged his shadow for a long time, and next to his shadow, there were a dozen shadows following.

They've been following me?!

The coolness rushed from his feet to his head, blowing up goosebumps all over his body, Zhang Yuanqing's face turned white with fright, and he ran wildly.

Finally, the mouth of the tunnel appeared ahead, and outside the tunnel was a cold moonlight.

Zhang Yuanqing rushed out of the tunnel in one breath, holding his knees, bending over to breathe.

After catching his breath, he looked around his surroundings, and the full moon hung lonely in the night sky like a disk, and the stars were eclipsed by its light.

The lush woods are bathed in moonlight, casting large expanses of rich shadows.

He was in a barren mountain range.

The xenon lamps in the tunnel flickered a few times, and then all went out. The mouth of the tunnel is dark and quiet, like a beast's mouth that chooses people to eat.

"Get out of ......"

Zhang Yuanqing's scalp was numb and he climbed along the rugged mountain road.

After walking a dozen steps, he turned back again and saw a row of figures wearing miners' hats, shabby clothes, and bowing their heads standing at the mouth of the tunnel.

They stood in the shadows of the moonlight, silent, as if to see him off.

Zhang Yuanqing took a few steps back in shock, turned around and ran up the mountain.

The branches and foliage on both sides of the mountain road are luxuriant, sprinkling fine pieces of moonlight, which is enough for Zhang Yuanqing to see the road clearly.

It's just that the silence in the mountains is terrible, and there are no insects and birds in the forest, which makes Zhang Yuanqing's footsteps seem particularly loud.

"It's too quiet, it's impossible that there are no insects in the mountains this season. ”

He looked around, the full moon was like a disk, the shade of the trees was waving, and he always felt that something was watching him in the dark.

I don't know how long I walked, until a layer of fine sweat appeared on his body, Zhang Yuanqing finally walked out of the dense forest, and his vision suddenly broadened.

The moonlight is like water, the surrounding is dead and silent, and at the end of the rugged mountain road is a deserted ancient temple.

Stand quietly in the dark.

I don't know how many years this ancient temple has been abandoned, the paint in front of the temple is mottled and blackened, full of etched holes, and the lanterns at the corners of the eaves fall to the ground, leaving only the skeleton of bamboo strips.

The plaque is still there, covered with cobwebs, hanging obliquely under the eaves, but the light is too dim to see what is written on the plaque.

The steps in front of the temple gate were cracked, and the cracks were overgrown with weeds.

There are barren mountains and mountains here, and there is no village in front of the village and no store in the back, how can there be a temple.

Wait a minute....... Temple?!

Zhang Yuanqing reacted violently, and the voice in the introduction of spiritual realm information seemed to sound in his ears:

"Don't enter the temple, don't enter the temple......."

"According to the strange voice, I shouldn't be able to enter the temple, no, I've already come out of the tunnel, which means that what I really want to explore is this dilapidated ancient temple. ”

After hesitating at the gate of the temple for a long time, Zhang Yuanqing took cautious steps, walked towards the ancient temple standing in the dark, and stepped through the tattered threshold.

What greeted me was a vast front yard with waist-high weeds, and a decayed half-human tall incense burner dumped in the grass, which had been beaten by the wind and rain for many years.

At the foot of the foot is a road paved with bluestone slabs, and between the cracks of the stone slabs, clumps of wild grass also grow.

Eyes followed the undulating decaying grass to the end of the bluestone path, where there was a dilapidated main hall with a very high foundation and six steps. In the lattice door of the main hall, there was a dim yellow light shining through.

"Lights?"

The surroundings were silent, desolate and dilapidated, and the bright moonlight was sprinkled, in such an environment, that halo did not bring a trace of warmth to Zhang Yuanqing.

I think it's even more terrifying.

Rustling.......

Stepping on clumps of withered weeds, he kept his guard and walked towards the main hall, where the sound of footsteps was particularly clear in the open environment.

Rustle, rustle...... Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's ears moved slightly, and he heard a footstep behind him, and something was following him.

Huo Ran turned his head.

The night was like water, the grass was lush, and there was nothing behind him.

"Auditory hallucinations?"

Zhang Yuanqing paused for a moment in fright, and moved his legs forward again.

"Rustle ......."

The footsteps came again, and this time he heard it clearly, and there was really something behind him.

....... He didn't dare to look back, and quickened his pace.

The footsteps behind him quickened.

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't collapse anymore, and while the goosebumps were raised, he ran wildly and rushed to the main hall.

The footsteps behind him followed him closely.

During the chase, Zhang Yuanqing quickly rushed out of the wild grass, approached the main hall, jumped up the six steps in two steps, and finally, in the loud sound of "clang", broke through the two lattice doors of the main hall.

The footsteps behind him disappeared abruptly.

"Whoop, whoop........"

He gasped, and finally dared to look back, the moonlight sprinkled on the courtyard like water, the barren grass, the stone road, the silence made people frightened, but there was nothing.

"Thankfully, I didn't chase it. ”

After Zhang Yuanqing took a breath, he gently closed the door of the main hall, as if blocking out fear.

Then, he scanned the scene in the main hall, and on the high stone pedestal, there was a lady dressed in fur and beautiful clothes, with a round face, slender eyebrows, and a sense of charity.

The lady was holding the dust in one hand and grappling with the other, which originally seemed to be holding something, but it was empty at the moment.

On the left and right are the boy holding the sword and the maid holding the book.

In front of the pedestal, there is a dusty tribute table, on which is placed a candlestick, a 20-centimeter-long, baby's forearm-thick candle, burning quietly.

The candlelight dispelled the darkness, and it seemed to dispel the fear in Zhang Yuanqing's heart, and he felt that his mood was much more stable.

On the left wall, two faded and cracked wooden panels are hung, carved with italic text.

Zhang Yuanqing walked to the wall and gazed through the candlelight of the dusk, the style of these italics is classical Chinese.

His language level is not bad, and through half-guessing and half-seeing, he has a clear understanding of the environment he is in.

This mountain is called Sandao Mountain, and the mountain god enshrined in the temple is called Sandao Mountain Niangniang.

This mountain god Niangniang is a person from Songfu in the early Ming Dynasty, practicing in Songfu Sandao Mountain, proficient in the method of talismans, proficient in alchemy, able to pray for rain to drive away ghosts, and bless one side with good wind and rain, so it is worshiped as a god by the people.

After she was feathered, the local government built this temple in Sandao Mountain, named "Sandao Mountain Niangniang Temple", and the incense was managed by the heirs of Niangniang's mantle and bowl, and served as a temple blessing.

"The temple in the early Ming Dynasty has been five or six hundred years old. Zhang Yuanqing muttered.

At this time, he couldn't help but glance at the bottom of the tribute table, and his heart suddenly froze.

A dark figure lay in the shadows at the bottom of the table.

I was too frightened just now, and the candlelight was dim, so I didn't notice it for the first time.

Zhang Yuanqing approached with a hard head, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a skeleton with only skeletons left.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief in fright, compared to this strange mountain temple, the corpses were not so terrifying.

A few steps closer, by the faint light of the candle, he could see the clothes on the skeleton's body, a dusty labor protection suit.

Worker?

"This is the construction team back then? So I did get into the world of weird talk. ”

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing made a guess, he thought of a more sensational possibility, perhaps, the construction team back then, like me, strayed into this place.

Hence the urban legend.

If it's the former, this so-called spiritual realm is based on weird stories to generate scenes.

And if it is the latter, it means that the ancient temple has always existed, and the construction team is the same as him at this moment, all of whom are victims.

According to the historical background of the mountain temple, Zhang Yuanqing is more inclined to the latter.

"The entire construction team died in the temple, and only one person survived, and there will really be deaths here...... Now that I've entered this temple too, I'm in danger of the unknown at any moment......"

Hiss~ He gasped, his emotions tensed again, and he subconsciously looked around.

Then, suddenly, he realized a detail that he had thought about very carefully.

This ancient temple is from the Ming Dynasty and has a long history, how can the candles still burn? Who is replacing the candles in the main hall?

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt, and even the sculpture with kind eyebrows seemed to reveal a strange gloom in the candlelight.

Although the three clay sculptures are covered with dust, they are lifelike, and every detail is carved vividly, especially the eyes.

They stood on the pedestal, staring condescendingly at Zhang Yuanqing in the candlelight of dusk.