Outside the temple is the night rain.

There was silence in front of the temple.

Chen Pi stood in front of the stone temple, only to feel a period of suffocation, the steel fork in his hand is as heavy as a thousand catties, raised his eyes to look at the temple, vaguely can indeed see a broken stone statue.

Gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

Ugh.

Smack.

In an instant, it was as if you had fallen into a deep valley mud pool.

The temple in front of me was gone, and the whole body was full of viscous liquid.

The wind can be faintly heard.

Then there are the murmuring vocals.

Footsteps.

Shouting.

Dogs bark.

Rooster crowing.

The body shook.

When the concentrated liquid around the tangerine peel exploded, the scene in front of him seemed to have undergone a transition effect, and the deep valley turned into a gray foggy mountain, and the foggy mountain did not have a trace of emerald green, except that gray was gray, thick and unmeltable gray.

Tangerine peel is like a dandelion.

As the wind began to drift through the misty mountains.

"Hey."

A soft huh.

Chen Pi was suddenly grabbed directly from the foggy mountains by a hand, the owner of the hand was a woman whose face could not be seen clearly, wrapped in animal skins, with a string of lychees hanging from her neck, and a white lynx lying on her shoulder, barefoot, and her skin was as white and tender as a lotus root.

"Follow me."

The woman hooked her fingers, and the tangerine peel began to move involuntarily, her mouth opened, and she wanted to speak, but her throat and eyes did not obey the call at all.

"Shhhh

The world in the foggy mountains began to gradually become vivid as the women moved, the high and low thatched huts, the vivid villagers, the smoke curling, full of life.

It's just that the color is still gray.

Chen Pi's brows tightened, he had already seen it, wasn't this village Shangluotang? There will be no mistake, the archway of entering the village can be clearly written.

A turn.

Some villagers holding large brushes are writing slogans on the earthen wall: "As long as everyone gives a piece of love, the world will become a better tomorrow." ”

A van marked with a red cross is parked on the threshing floor.

Large groups of villagers gathered around the car.

All with their hands held high.

There were stacks of bills in the car.

The person walks into the car, hands it to the other person, pulls out a bag of bright red liquid, and then can go out with the banknote.

You don't have to work in the fields tirelessly, as long as you have a slight pain, the money is in hand, and the whispers of small whispers will spread such good things by word of mouth.

The car is gone, and it is back, and it is back, and it is gone......

No one thinks there's a problem.

Even if some people are warned in their dreams, even if there are constant supernatural events in the village, no one stops this way of exchanging money.

What's more, holding a nail rake, he directly chiseled open the door of the stone temple and chiseled through the statues of the gods that the village had worshiped for generations, just for the pitiful few pieces of paper.

The goddess Niangniang, who struggled to speak, became a mountain ghost that everyone hated.

The stone temple also broke off the incense.

Overgrown.

The result?

The paranormal events in the village are gone, but the real disaster comes silently, and the villagers who initially exchanged blood for money begin to suddenly fall ill.

If you are sick, you have to take medicine.

If you don't have money, you will continue to exchange blood.

A needle is stuck in the arm of a sick villager, and it is simply rubbed with an unknown mixture of water and alcohol before being used by the next villager.

More and more people are getting sick.

There are even more people who exchange blood for money.

It is impossible to grow crops honestly and have money to cure diseases.

Afterward.

Some people despise illness and die.

Death is not white, death is not blind, good young man, how can you say that it is gone?

The terrifying aura of death enveloped the entire village, and then more and more people died, and more and more corpses could not be seen, regardless of men, women, and children.

It's like a plague.

Finally, someone knew what the name of this disease was, and Luo Jiefang, who spent money from the big city to see a sick disease, pushed his sick son back, and told the people in the village that the disease was called HIV, and he could only wait for death if he couldn't be saved.

People are scary.

Scared to death.

This is an incurable disease, and in this simple sentence, several families were scared to death that month, and people from every village and every family had this disease.

One pass ten.

Ten to hundred.

Chenpi is short of breath.

He finally understood, the village he entered, where is the ancient village, it is clearly a sick village, no wonder it is lifeless, no wonder the village chief's house, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person.

His eyes were fixed on the bumpy back in front of him.

Her identity is also about to come out.

Mountain ghosts.

The one who brought herself here should be the goddess Niangniang who was chiseled through her head, and this gray world should be the former Shangluo Hall, the Shangluo Hall that has disappeared with time.

Gray fog fills the air.

The body of the tangerine peel continued to move forward, until it reached a low valley beach, which was shaded by the wind and light, and it was gloomy all day long.

On one side of the valley beach stands a stone monument one after another.

Dense.

Dense.

Beneath the stele are fresh bones.

Next to the valley beach is a bend of the river, beside the stream, the grass and trees are flourishing, and the clusters of bright flowers quietly bloom, becoming the only color in this gray world.

Bright as blood.

The blood shimmered with a faint glowing light.

This is the ancient temple begonia that eats people's dry bones and cannibalistic flesh and blood to bloom.

Meow.

A cat meow that pierced the eardrum pierced the sky, and the mountain ghost suddenly turned his head, glanced at Chen Pi, and then flicked his fingers.

There was a thump in the brain.

Chen Pi's whole body flew out, like a bullet.

The moment before flying out, Chen Pi suddenly saw a familiar figure, a group of people gathered together, with hideous faces, and a group of ghosts with wandering eyes.

The barking of chickens and dogs disappears, the shouting of footsteps disappears, and the deep valleys of the water beaches disappear......

When Chen Pi opened his eyes again, his position was still in front of the stone temple, and he hadn't moved a single step, and the rain was crackling and falling on the top of his head in a black raincoat.

The stone temple is no longer sheltered from the wind and rain.

The muddy water and torrential rain crashed against the broken stone statues, which was extremely miserable.

The feeling of depression and depression around is still the same, but Chen Pi knows that this is not a secluded forest at all, and there is no resentment and revenge, this is a bitter and kind mountain god to the bones, and the last and last tenderness to a group of ignorant villagers.

Meow.

A snow-white lynx crawled out of the stone temple slowly, the green cat pupils glanced at Chen Pi, and then walked towards a narrow mountain road, the speed was not fast, and after climbing out a few steps, he looked back at Chen Pi.

Is this leading the way for yourself?

Absolutely.

Upper Luo Hall at this moment.

Hidden bitterness.

Dead.

Treacherous.

Ran.

Chen Pi knew that the disappearance of his group of strangers who had occasionally entered the village for no reason was a conspiracy, a conspiracy that had been planned for a long time, and a ruse by the dead and the living.

Heaven and earth were dark.

Whew.

Luckily, there is also a bobcat.

Using both hands and feet, the tangerine peel that was originally like falling into an ice cellar, the closer it gets to the bobcat, the more the forest cold is reduced.

That's when it happened.

A cold slender jade hand suddenly stretched out from the back of the tangerine peel, from the darkness, and quietly touched the shoulder of the tangerine peel.

Creeps!