I thought to myself that I must have just seen the wrong eye, how could such a strange thing happen in the Taoist temple.

Suchak next to him was obviously frightened by what I had just done, and thought that a poisonous snake had appeared hidden in the corner behind the stone statue.

This time, I suppressed the fear in my heart, and once again approached the statue with a slow pace, the thunder and torrential rain resounding outside the temple.

From time to time, huge lightning flashed in the sky, instantly piercing the night sky and shining on the faces of the two people, revealing an unprecedented weirdness.

When I stood on the stone platform of the statue again, I suddenly realized that the back of the statue's head was indeed carved with a vertical eye.

This scene can't help but remind me of Erlang God and the "Ma Wangye" that is circulated in the folk market has three eyes.

Why was a good Taoist statue artificially modified to look like this, looking at the broken statue in front of him, a strange smile appeared.

I felt like I was in an ice cave and couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, I noticed that something seemed to be hanging behind the stone statue, and the walls of the temple were covered with dust.

I suddenly realized that this Taoist temple built on the ridge of the mountain was full of strangeness, especially the statue in front of me.

In order to see what was hidden behind the statue, I decided to take advantage of the darkness to move the stone statue away.

Suchak next to him hurriedly stepped in to stop it, he said that we are here to stay here to avoid the rain thanks to this Taoist temple, and now if we annoy the gods enshrined in the Taoist temple again, something bad will definitely happen.

For the first time, the middle-aged uncle from Xinjiang in front of him revealed a bit of superstition in his words, but according to what he said.

It's unethical to do that on your own.

After thinking about it, I decided to kowtow to the stone statue three times first, which can be regarded as an apology.

Then he walked quickly onto the stone platform, gritted his teeth, and moved the stone statue alone with great difficulty.

The hidden scene behind me couldn't help but surprise both Suchak and me, but we didn't expect that the unknown object clinging to the wall was actually a dusty portrait.

I couldn't help but brush the dust off it with my hand, and a portrait of an extremely old and still intact one came into view.

On the waxy yellow paper is a painting of an old man, who holds a dust whisk in his hand and closes his eyes serenely, as if he is a master of the world.

As I looked at the painting in front of me, it became more and more familiar to me, and I always felt as if I had seen this old man somewhere.

And the pattern reflected in the painting paper seems to be somewhat similar to the statue in front of you, and it seems that the statue and the old man in the painting refer to the same person.

Just when I wanted to take the ancient painting off the wall and take a closer look, I didn't expect that the old painting would fall off the wall by itself when I touched it slightly.

The place where the painting had been left was deeply imprinted, and at the same time, a crack two fingers wide in the wall was immediately revealed.

I suddenly realized that something was not quite right, and Suchak next to me was a little unable to sit still when he saw this scene.

In the end, the two of us took turns to dig a big hole in the back wall of the ancient Taoist temple, and saw this pitch-black tunnel more than half a meter high in front of us, and at this moment we were whistling out the cold wind, and we didn't know where the end would lead.

The torrential rain outside the temple still did not stop, accompanied by lightning and thunder ringing in the ears.

I picked up the unburned bonfire stick as a torch to light it, but this time Suzak and I couldn't agree on it.

He decided to wait until dawn to return to the wooden house and continue to wander in the mountains and forests of Xiangxi to find traces of his daughter.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized that we had to go our separate ways.

I'm here to find a way to break the curse and the secret behind the photograph mountain, and he's been here to find his daughter, to see people and dead bodies.

The two big men have their own agendas, and I can't ask him to help me complete my own journey, but the next road will be more difficult without the care of one person.

I couldn't help but sigh and say nothing, then raised the burning torch in my hand and bent over and plunged into the tunnel.

The walls were covered with traces of artificial excavation, but when I walked dozens of meters, there was still a strange and complete darkness in front of me.

I couldn't help but wonder who had dug the tunnel, and it was clear that such a slender underground fortification would not have been completed in three or five days.

After going down a little further, the whole narrow tunnel floor began to slope downward, and I even changed my stooping walk to sliding down with my head and feet.

The cold wind whistled past his ears, and he didn't expect that a terrifying cry suddenly came from behind him, which was like a man's excesses after being frightened by some kind of fright.

When I turned around, I found that there was suddenly an extra person in the tunnel, holding a torch in his hand and running inside.

I could tell at a glance that he was Suchak, who had just chosen to stay in the Taoist temple to take shelter from the rain, and I don't know why he was nervous at this time.

The faint light from the torches shone on his bloodless, sallow face, and for a moment I realized that something must have happened.

"Hell... Ghost! ”

It was only after he saw me in the tunnel that he gradually calmed down, and he kept shouting that very forbidden word.

The most feared thing in the inverted bucket world is to encounter someone shouting ghosts, because whether it is scientifically explained or used in the feng shui theory of inverted buckets, ghosts do not exist.

These things were also told to me by the fat man in the tomb of Concubine Jin, even if you encounter strange things, you can't shout words like hitting ghosts, such words are extremely unlucky in the tomb.

Although it is not in the ancient tomb at the moment, but in the strange tunnel found behind the Taoist temple, listening to his voice shouting, no one can help but stand up with cold hairs.

The pores all over my body crackled and cold sweat flowed.

I hurriedly grabbed him and asked him what had happened and why he had changed his mind and ran into the tunnel.

His expression was very frightened, as if a man in his thirties had been frightened.

"You..., after you entered the tunnel, a little white girl appeared at the entrance of the temple."

I couldn't help but laugh, "Isn't that just right, your daughter is still alive." ”

Unexpectedly, the expression on his face suddenly became frightened, and he couldn't help but gasp and hurry.

"What would I say if it were my daughter? The little girl was dressed in a bloody flower dress, and the lightning outside the temple was shining and flashing, not a ghost. ”

This time, my expression finally became serious, and I looked at Suchak, who was frightened by the unknown in front of me, and I couldn't joke anymore anyway.

I raised the torch in my hand and lit up the tunnel behind me when I had just arrived, but there was nothing behind me.

Looking down at his watch, the hands corresponded to about half past two in the morning, and even staying here until dawn would take nearly four hours.