Go to the mountains, with the crew.

Now Ding Jie is no longer timid, and she is no longer afraid of 'unknown horror'.

They have all killed an 'unknown terror', how can they still be afraid?

He is now more eager to find the Unknown Terror as soon as possible in order to gain merit.

But when you decide to go to the mountains, you have to make some preparations.

If you can't be reckless, you go.

If you go recklessly, you don't go to get merit, but you go thousands of miles to give people heads.

Before going to the mountains, you still have to get some merit points and increase your strength.

The strength is 7 points, the speed is 4 points, and the second layer of the 'Jiuyang Divine Skill' is still a bit weak.

Ding Jie had a hunch that the unknown horror he encountered in the studio was likely to be a very weak unknown horror.

In other words, he is still very weak now.

Weak outrageous kind.

Ding Jie has already planned, and then he will get the merit value, which is divided into two steps.

First, enhance the 'Jiuyang Divine Skill'.

Second, find another martial arts practice book, preferably offensive or defensive.

But there is a big problem, he has no merit now.

Destroy unknown horrors, or save people to gain merit points.

The difficulty is not ordinary.

But how can unknown horrors be easy to find?

As for the unknown horror in the basement, do you want to go?

Go.

If you can't beat it, run again.

For the next few days, Ding Jie stayed at home to recuperate from her injuries, and it was evening.

He went to the stage, avoided people, and took the opportunity to go to the basement.

But there was not a single clue, the door could not be opened, and there was no movement inside.

The sound of nibbling was gone.

went for three or four days in a row, but didn't find anything, and finally Ding Jie had to give up the unknown horror in the basement first.

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June 6th.

"My father was a well-known coffin maker in all ten miles and eight villages. The coffins he made were characteristic, they were all made of pine wood. There is such a saying in the coffin line, pine coffin, long life. Pine wood is difficult to make wood, and if you want to make a pine coffin, it is difficult to make it without decades of pine trees. Like the people of ancient times, Shinong was a businessman. The coffin, the same is graded. ”

"The best coffin is the coffin of golden silk nanmu. Nanmu has a fragrance, plus the texture of gold wire, rich and magnificent. In ancient times, the coffins made of golden silk nanmu were all princes or large families. The second is the coffin made of pine and cypress. Again, it's a coffin made of willows. The worst is poplar, because poplar is easy to rot, and after only a few years of burial, the wood will all rot, which is the worst material in the coffin. Generally, those who have a little money in the family will not use poplar for the most coffin. ”

"In front of our house, there is a pine tree. It is a 100-year-old pine tree, and it is said that this pine tree was planted by my great-grandfather, and when I was a child, I used to climb it and enjoy the shade on top of it. ”

"But for some reason, my father cut down this 100-year-old pine tree a few days ago. To make a coffin, it was a sensation in the village at that time. The people in the village thought that my father was crazy, why did he cut down the tree, they said that the tree was almost finished, and if he cut it down, he would be punished. ”

"But my father, regardless of it, had to cut down the tree, and... A coffin was also made of hundred-year-old pine wood. “

"A hundred-year-old pine coffin, that's a rare treasure. Even if it is much better than the coffin of golden silk nanmu, it took two years to finally make it. “

"The coffin is weird, and when the pine tree was cut down, there were red growth rings on the trunk. ”

"The growth rings are red, very thin silk threads. ”

"There are more than a hundred. ”

"Now that the coffin has been made, the growth rings have become red silk threads, which are all over the coffin. It's like the blood vessels of a coffin, and there's a creepy feeling when you look at it. ”

"I asked my father who the coffin was for. ”

"Because at that time, no one in our family was going to die. I'm puzzled. My father told me that the family would soon have a funeral. For whom? There were four people in the family: me, my mother, my grandfather, and my father. But no one looked like they were going to die. ”

"Three days later, I was asleep that night. Suddenly my body felt as if it was moving, and I was put to sleep in a different place. I tried to open my eyes, but for some reason, I just couldn't. ”

"Suona, crying, and mourning sounds..."

"Someone died?

"Why can't I move? What am I in? It's so cramped, I want to get out. ”

Gone?

That's all for the post.

Ding Jie read the post on the documentary channel of the weird forum, but halfway through the chase, it was gone.

It's distressing.

How can a post like this disappear at every turn?

Don't finish writing?

"There is still no clue to the unknown horror. ”

It's been days, and there are still no clues to unknown horrors.

He wanted to find a little clue on the documentary channel, but found that they were all 'eunuch' posts.

It didn't work at all.

Unknown Horror... Is it that hard to find?

There are no clues in the basement, and there are still no clues elsewhere.

It's not a few days before I rest, and I'm about to go deep into the mountains.

If you don't increase your strength, I'm afraid you'll get cold in the mountains.

"June 6th. The temple fair at Temple Street was held as scheduled. ”

"At six o'clock in the morning, paper money and blood charms were paved on the roads of Temple Street. ”

"Some believers who went to visit today said that this year's temple fair was a bit scary, and the stone statues in the Taoist temple were inexplicably bleeding and crying. ”

"The head of the stone statue in the temple rolled to the ground, hit the tourist, and killed the tourist in the first place. ”

This year's temple street fair, it's so chaotic. ”

Reporter of this station, Zhao Fang. Keep up with your stories. ”

A piece of news popped up.

Miao?

Temple fair?

Paved with paper money and blood charms.

The stone statue shed blood and tears, and the stone statue fell to the ground. Hit people in the head.

It seems that the clue to the unknown horror has come.

It's seven o'clock in the evening.

Just go over and have a look.

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June 6th.

Temple Street Temple Fair.

Temple Street has a long history and existed during the Qing Dynasty.

Every year on June 6th, it is a temple fair.

On this day, pilgrims from all over the world will come here to offer incense.

It's eight o'clock in the evening.

Pilgrims are still in an endless stream.

"Mommy, I want Mommy, Mommy..."

"Child, is your mother lost? Do you want my sister to help you find it?"

A little girl of five or six years old, holding a lollipop in her mouth and dirty on her body, stood at the door of a temple of Maitreya Buddha, like a little beggar, talking to herself, looking like a lost child.

In the temple of Maitreya Buddha, a noble woman in her forties happened to come out, and after seeing this little girl, she couldn't help but step forward and ask.

"Mom, my mom doesn't want me anymore, I hate mom, mom doesn't want me anymore. ”

"Don't be afraid, don't you remember where you came from? ”

"I want my mother, but my mother doesn't want me. ”

The noble woman was a little unbearable, stepped forward, hugged the little girl, and walked to a small alley.

That's the way the little girl is pointing.

In the brightly lit temple street, the shadow of the noble woman was stretched longer and longer, but the little girl she was holding had no shadow...

The little girl's clothes were very red, as if they had been infected with blood, and the lollipop she was biting was red, like a bloody bone, and kept chewing in her mouth.