The scenery on his side flew by.

The speed of the modified motorcycle is extremely fast, not even as fast as the level of technology that can be mastered in this backcountry place. At such a speed, if you forcibly jump out of the car, and now in the "dream", Qiu Xuan is an ordinary human body, there is a high probability that she will die on the spot.

Qiu Xuan squinted his eyes and looked at the surrounding scenery, this was still Jinlin Village, and the relatively familiar path buildings had not changed significantly. But the problem was that it was too dark, and she couldn't fully understand the route to the village after she had just arrived, so she couldn't tell where it was for the time being.

She couldn't see the road in front of her with her eyes open now, and these villagers on motorbikes dared to race here.

No wonder the head of the village committee scolded them last night.

Qiu Xuan moved her wrist, and felt relieved that the embroidery scissors that she had hidden were still in her sleeves. As the driving time became longer and longer, the dark scenery in front of her began to open up, and she was not sure at first, until at night, the building worthy of Biwa Zhuyong was reflected in front of her eyes.

Qiu Xuan had just been to that place this afternoon, the temple.

Then it also means that the place where she first woke up from the coffin was not the newly arranged marriage hall in the temple at all.

Several people parked their cars in front of the temple a few meters away and didn't dare to move, so they got out of the car and chose to walk. A villager wearing a gas mask untied Qiu Xuan from a modified motorcycle, and unlike the roughness he had when he tied it up, his movements were almost cautious.

Qiu Xuan walked extremely slowly step by step. Although I could feel that the nail wound on my hand and foot was still much better than last night, the wound was still there. Those gas masks seemed to know this in their hearts, but they rarely didn't bother with her, so they escorted her away.

Several people surrounded her and went to the temple, Qiu Xuan probably calculated in her heart the odds of fighting them with scissors now, and completely dispelled this idea when she caught a glimpse of something in the corner of her eye.

Paper people, densely packed paper people.

The size and height of a living person are no different, and it even gives the impression that they are breathing. Each face was coated with a heavy white fat powder, and the exaggerated blush on both sides of the cheeks resembled the seeping matchmaker before.

Those human-tall paper figures stood quietly in almost every corner of the temple, and did not speak, just looked at Qiu Xuan silently. With each step, their necks stiffened, and they looked at her with a dead grin on the corners of their bright red mouths.

If it weren't for walking in the temple and not knowing what would happen without a mouthful, Qiu Xuan would have cursed.

The villagers wearing gas masks around her didn't seem to see the dense paper figures staring at them at all, but just quickened their pace and walked to the center of the temple, as if something in the temple would eat them later.

Qiu Xuan's ankle wound was about to crack open again by this sudden speed, she scolded secretly, but she still didn't say anything.

The direction they traveled was the big hall where Qiuxuan had been during the day, and the one where the Buddha statue was enshrined.

Thinking of what Shen Jingxue said in the afternoon, the Buddha statues she saw were different, and the statues of gods were alive, Qiu Xuan's face was a little uncomfortable. The gas mask escorted her to the door of the main hall and refused to come forward, although she couldn't see the expressions on their faces through the mask, Qiu Xuan always felt that these people had a deep fear of this temple.

The villager at the head forcibly pressed her hand to push open the door of the main hall, and then pushed her in alone.

"Remember, when you go in, you must be religious."

The door was locked behind him.

In the dead and dark temple, Qiu Xuan could almost hear the sound of herself swallowing saliva.

She prayed in her heart not to turn her head and see the "Buddha" staring straight at her face, and took a deep breath as she slowly turned her head sideways.

It's that female "Bodhisattva"!

At that moment, the cold hairs on her arms stood up wildly, and her adrenaline soared, and at this point, Qiu Xuan finally realized what Shen Jingxue meant by "the god statue is alive".

The bodhisattva of the female appearance did not look like a bodhisattva at all.

She clutched a piece of bright red cloth in her hand, the most colorful area of her body, almost burning the cloudy night. Seeing Qiu Xuan look over, most of the "Bodhisattva's" eyes that were whites of the eyes quickly turned in their sockets, moving with her movements, and the corners of the original compassionate mouth drooped up, pulling out a creepy smile.

She squatted on the shrine that originally belonged to the Golden Light Buddha and smiled at Qiu Xuan infiltrationly.

Obviously, what I saw this afternoon was the male Buddha.

Qiu Xuan had never missed the serious and loving Buddha statue she saw in the afternoon for a moment like now, and she pulled out the scissors in her cuffs with her hands behind her back, while groping for any other place to leave the temple than the gate she entered.

It is impossible for her to survive in the hands of "her" now, and it is almost a certain death.

The "Bodhisattva" squatted on the shrine and tilted his head, and the throat began to make a "clucking" sound similar to that of insects. Qiu Xuan's scalp was tingling with her, and she almost wanted to "cluck" with her.

The idol began to move.

Little by little, tall female "bodhisattvas" climbed down from the shrine to which they were enshrined. Crawling is really literal crawling, she doesn't seem to have the ability to walk upright, and at this time she is crawling like an arthropod with her elbow joints soaring. It's just that her speed is still very fast, like a huge spider, and it didn't take long for her to reach Qiu Xuan.

"Remember, when you go in, you must be religious."

At the last moment, the words spoken by the leading villagers when they pushed her into the temple reappeared in their minds. First of all, whether he was lying or not, Qiu Xuan scolded him in his heart and didn't say which god he worshipped, and no matter how he thought about it, it should be reliable to worship the golden and compassionate male Buddha in the afternoon.

Whose god statue looks like this, if you worship this kind of Buddha, you will not die without a whole body!

The female "Bodhisattva" smirked and infiltrated her face, Qiu Xuan stiffened her head and opened her eyes without moving, and landed on her knees with a bang.

Pious and pious and pious......

Damn it.

"Bless your faithful, keep away bad karma, peace and joy."

The gurgling sound vibrating from the throat seemed to have stopped. Qiu Xuan restrained herself from lowering her gaze on the ground and did not look up, and suddenly her shoulders were heavy, the sudden weight was not very heavy, but it almost made her scream.

With a burst of turmoil, there was no movement around.

After waiting for a while, Qiu Xuan finally raised his head, only to see that there was nothing above the shrine, and there was no trace of a Buddha statue in the half-large temple.

She raised her hand, and the draped over her shoulders was a blood-colored cloth thicker than blood.

……

Julie opened her eyes.

Sure enough, as the woman named "Afu" in the team said, she once again returned to the "dream" that did not continue last night.

Julie rose from the cold floor of the auditorium, and it had taken her a great deal to get out of the coffin last night. Oh yes, the rectangular thing was called a "coffin", and she only learned about it after she came to the interview hall. After all, no one will use coffins in their advanced native world, and when people die, they are directly transformed into industrial nutrients by machines, which can be used for building manufacturing and invention, so as to maximize the "best use of things", which can be regarded as "eternal life" in another sense.

Breaking free from the coffin had almost exhausted all her energy, so last night, she had been resting for the rest of the second half and recovering her strength, and she didn't even know when she would wake up. Now Julie sat down for a while, and when she stood up, she found the standing on the ground with its sharp beak pointed at her.

Julie felt uncomfortable, she also did not recognize what breed this animal was, but that did not prevent her from disgusting.

The rooster crooked his neck, and suddenly the cockscomb shook and began to crow on its neck.

Julie was startled, reacted and hurriedly dragged her hands and feet pierced by spikes, and pounced on them, holding the chicken's neck tightly. The wing feathers fell, and the rooster began to struggle violently, and the wound was already throbbing, and now Julie was even more impatient to deal with a beast, and the palm of her hand was held with death, and warm blood burst out. The rooster leg twitched twice and gradually stopped moving.

She shook off the still warm corpse and rubbed the chicken blood on the blood-red wedding dress she was wearing in disgust. With a few breaths of relief, she was now ready to leave the place since she had already surveyed the auditorium she was in last night.

After all, he was also an executioner who had gone through several trials, and Julie kept an eye on it, and after observing the only two places where she could go out, the main entrance and the window, she decided to go out for a while.

The woman, Afu, said that she suspected that the infiltrating matchmaker at the window was a means used by "those people" to spy on the bride, and that although the door was unreliable, the window was more dangerous than the other.

Julie locked the window to prevent the so-called "matchmaker" from prying eyes, while mocking the woman named Afu in her heart. If she had been through all of this first, she would definitely not have told this clue.

Their task was only to ensure that the students did not die, and they did not say that they wanted to ensure that the same batch of executioners did not die. Although there is no competition for the main quest this time, she is unwilling to spend her energy to help the executioners of the same batch of trials.

But there are also advantages to having such people in existence. Julie pushed the door and thought, at least for now, someone would be happy to help her find her way in advance, so she wouldn't have to make any more effort herself, wouldn't she?

The door was pushed open, and there was nothing quietly outside, whether it was a seeping matchmaker or a miserable white hairy face, all of them were nowhere to be seen.

If it were an experienced executioner, the reaction would not be joy, but vigilance. Sometimes even those fears that are laid out on the surface are better than nothing, nothing, and the other meaning is that anything can happen.

But Julie didn't expect this, and the joy of escaping smoothly and the sense of insight into the big picture by stepping on the experience of those who had gone before her made her forget. She stumbled out of the auditorium with a staggering step, and walked excitedly through the fields when she suddenly heard a foul noise.

The roar of the heavy modified motorcycle burst into her eardrums for a moment, and Julie was a little stunned by the sudden change.

Impossible, how could the gas mask find out that she had escaped, obviously all the processes were not wrong!

She almost thought madly that she could run away with more hasty steps under her feet, but how could her spiked hands and feet outrun the motorcycle?

"Let go of me, I didn't make a mistake, you must be mistaken! Let me go! ”

A convoy of gas masks surrounded her in the center, and the searchlights went down, stabbing Julie's eyes.

It can't be, something must be wrong, it must be ...... By the way, it must be the woman named Afu! She must have lied to me!

At such times, Julie still thinks so. The gas mask at the head pulled out a machete from behind him with a clang, and the snow-white sharp edge flashed in Julie's eyes, and it was stained with I don't know what kind of blood it was, as if it would never be washed clean.

"Don't come here!"

Julie sat on the ground with her wrists propped back, and the compressed wound ached violently. She screamed several times in succession, staring at the gas mask that was walking towards her with a machete in her hand, and when the two were very close, she suddenly came out of nowhere with a huge force, pushed the man away, staggered and turned and ran.

"Ahh

The hideous white face slammed against her face, and the two balls of red on her cheeks, which should have been absurd and funny, became more and more terrifying at the moment. The "matchmaker" who appeared at some point waved his big hand and hit Julie the back of the head, Julie's eyes turned white, and then the whole person was crushed to the mud.

It's not that the window is locked and it's fine, the "matchmaker" used for surveillance is everywhere, and the "bride" lying in the coffin from the beginning is exposed to its surveillance.

Another gas mask walked over and spoke to the mask of the knife in his hand.

"She has blood in her hands."

The gas mask at the head sneered and raised the blade in his hand amid Julie's screams.

The scream was not silent for a while, but for a long, long time.

……

"Wake up."

When Qiu Xuan woke up, her eyes were on a magnified face. She took a moment to match her face with her voice, rubbed her eyes, and sat up, only to find that the floor around her was almost empty.

"What's wrong?"

The only man who was still there looked at her with a strange expression, "You just called me by name again." ”

“…… Brother, I was running for my life just now, so I really don't have time to call your name. Qiu Xuan was silent for two seconds, "Do you have auditory hallucinations?" Alas, it's okay, be strong. ”

n.