When he heard the words of the Light Festival, Shan Muqing's face suddenly became very gloomy, like a prelude to a storm.

"That's ......" Shan Muqing wanted to speak and stopped, he was silent for a long time, he lowered his voice, obviously there were only three people in the room, but he was obviously afraid of being heard by something.

"Our village has never been peaceful. ”

His voice was very soft, and it was hard to imagine that a strong man with a height of more than two meters would speak so softly, with a frightened and somewhat frightened face.

What was it that scared him like this?

"The Festival of Light is actually a ritual. ”

"Our village has a village festival every year in the middle of July. ”

"On that day, the gates of the dungeon will be opened, and all demons will pour out of the gates of hell. ”

"Every mid-year festival, the power of the resentful spirit will increase greatly. ”

"If it weren't for the Light Festival, I'm afraid I'm ......"

Speaking of this, Shan Muqing's expression changed, as if he had thought of something.

"I have to go!" he walked away without looking back, as if he was trying to avoid something.

Jiang Bai did not stop him, but fell into deep thought.

"There really is a ...... in this village" Wang Fatzi's face was also ugly, and he didn't say that word.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. Jiang Bai shook his head.

The Wraiths, the Light Festival, the madman, and the temple that was so much of a concern all seemed to need to be explored.

......

Jiang Bai panted and ran up, and it was strange that he actually felt tired.

At this moment he was on the stone steps of the altar, and tens of thousands of bluestone bricks were piled up into a long road.

Every 100 levels, there are two lifelike stone sculptures on both sides, which are Rui beast Pixiu, according to legend, this divine beast guards, in order to drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters and protect the domain. Instead of being painted, they retain the original color of the stone. Jiang Bai glanced at Pixiu's eyes, and didn't know if it was an illusion, these things seemed to be about to recover.

The bluestone road is divided into nine floors, each as high as the palace dome, as if reaching into the sky.

It is hard to imagine how the villagers could complete this huge project brick by brick in such a backward mountain village.

Even Jiang Bai couldn't tell how tall this imposing altar really was, because the highest place had already melted into the clouds and mist, and even the birds couldn't fly there.

Suddenly, he realized something.

He couldn't remember how he had suddenly appeared here.

Why doesn't this altar used for the ritual of the Light Festival even have a villager to guard it?

There was silence all around.

It was daylight, but it was more terrifying than darkness.

Jiang Bai's pupils dilated slightly, and he quickened his pace.

He actually saw a shadow!

The man was standing on the altar.

When he got closer, he saw that this guy was the beggar he had met at the entrance of the village!

But there are some differences.

Although he is still unkempt and unkempt, there is a rare clarity in his eyes.

Jiang Bai remembered that he seemed to be chasing this beggar all the way, and the ghost followed him to the altar.

The beggar was incredibly fast, Jiang Bai couldn't chase after him, but every time he was about to chase after him, the beggar would slow down.

It wasn't so much that he was chasing the beggar, but that he was lured here.

The beggar did not run away again, but stared at him, his lips slightly closed, as if to say something.

Although Jiang Bai was proficient in lip language, the distance was too far for him to see the shape of his mouth.

Jiang Bai accelerated again, but something even stranger appeared, no matter how he ran, the stone steps seemed to be extended.

He's standing still!

As if knowing what Jiang Bai was thinking, the beggar raised his hand and pointed behind him.

Behind?

Jiang Bai's body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head.

An unexpected picture appeared.

He actually saw the temple in the mountains!

It's Keimeiji Temple!

Jiang Bai looked at the beggar again, but the figure was gone.

A voice popped into his ears.

"Dead. ”

Jiang Bai's feet were empty, and those cyan stone steps cracked one after another, and a huge crack suddenly appeared, and the entire altar seemed to collapse in an instant, and the world collapsed.

When Jiang Bai opened his eyes, Wang Fatzi's slightly flustered face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Who died?" Jiang Bai asked.

"He is an octogenarian, and he is also a respected old-timer in the village. There are seven brothers and sisters in the old man's family, and he is the seventh, and the neighbors call him Chen Laoqi. Wang Fatzi paused, "Old Chen is seven years old, his brothers and sisters have long been buried in the ground, and he belongs to a withdrawn person, he has no friends and no marriage and children. In the afternoon, when his nephew went to deliver drinks, he found him dead in his bed. ”

"Go, take me to see the body. Jiang Bai said in a deep voice.

The first deceased, finally appeared.

Chen Laoqi died very ordinary, this was Jiang Bai's first impression.

Compared with the bizarre and tragic death of the victim in the horror film, Chen Laoqi walked very peacefully.

"Doctor Jiang also understands this?" The old village chief remained silent, in fact, he planned to bury Chen Laoqi directly, the day of the Bright Festival was coming, and he didn't want to cause more trouble at this time.

"I'm a doctor!" Jiang Bai lied without blinking his eyelids, and looked at Chen Laoqi carefully.

In fact, he wanted to dissect Chen Laoqi directly, but the villagers obviously wouldn't let him do it.

"The muscles of the face contracted, the pupils dilated, and the cause of death was mostly excessive shock. Jiang Bai said.

"Heart disease?" Wang Fatzi was stunned.

Did this old man see some terrible picture before he died?

"The common symptom of heart disease is difficulty breathing, but Chen Laoqi is different, he was directly scared to death. Jiang Bai said, "Chen Laoqi has no history of heart disease, and I have already checked this with his nephew." ”

"People will really be scared to death directly?" Wang Fatzi really hadn't heard of it.

"After a horrific experience, the brain instructs the adrenal glands to secrete large amounts of catecholamines. Catecholamines are neuromediators, including epinephrine and norepinephrine, which are secreted primarily by the adrenal glands. ”

"When a person is in a state of extreme panic, the adrenal glands suddenly release large amounts of catecholamines, causing a sudden increase in heartbeat, blood pressure and a sharp increase in oxygen consumption in myocardial metabolism. Excessive blood circulation hits the heart like a flood, tearing myocardial fibers and bleeding the heart, leading to cardiac arrest and death. ”

"But the question is, what did Chen Laoqi see?"

"There's something wrong with this body. When he said this, Jiang Bai was staring at Chen Laoqi with a hideous expression.

How is the mouth of the corpse closed?

Jiang Bai stretched out his hand and opened Chen Laoqi's mouth.

Something terrifying happened!

Chen Laoqi's corpse......

There is no tongue!

"The Wraith is back!" exclaimed the timid villager.

"Village chief, these outsiders, they brought the unknown! The speaker's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes! Get rid of them!"

The villagers seemed to recall something, panic, fear, disgust, confusion, madness...... For a while, a lot of negative emotions appeared on everyone's face.