As a small car with a camping tent strapped to them stopped in front of them, Yu Siqi noticed that the person who came was actually Jiang Heng, who had only one side with them.

Looking at Jiang Heng who came out of this beetle-like car, Father An first smiled, and then said, "What kind of wind blew you here?" ”

"Probably the wind chasing freedom."

Jiang Heng opened the car door very enthusiastically and motioned for everyone to get in the car first.

Faced with this situation, Yu Siqi glanced at the others and found that Gong Chen, like himself, was also waiting for others to take the initiative.

The picture of no one getting into the car made Jiang Heng a little embarrassed, he let out a long sigh and said, "Okay, I know that my appearance is indeed a bit 'out of place'." But trust me, I really have no ill will towards you. ”

"Since you've said so, what am I going to be polite to you?"

Father An habitually sat in the passenger seat and gave up the two positions in the back row to Gong Chen and Yu Siqi.

After the three of them got into the car one after another, Jiang Heng also sat in, and skillfully started the car and turned the front of the car upside down. If Gong Chen's driving skills are very superb, then Jiang Heng feels like he is very steady. Sitting in his car, you can barely feel yourself moving.

It's as if you're sitting on a park bench.

"When you went out, it seemed to cause quite a stir."

Jiang Heng controlled the steering wheel with one hand while resting his free arm on the car window.

"That's true."

Fr. Ann leaned back in his chair with his hands folded and said.

"But after all, it wasn't as scary as the sandstorm that came later." Jiang Heng looked into the distance thoughtfully and said, "Almost all the tents have been overturned, and many people have been injured. ”

"Is there a sandstorm over there?"

Yu Siqi asked with concern.

"It was thanks to that sandstorm that I had the opportunity to slip out of the camp. After all, I don't have the skills of you to easily escape the pickets. ”

Jiang Heng turned his head calmly and explained this to Yu Siqi very seriously.

"I don't believe it. If the sandstorm really comes, can you stay out of it with your car? ”

Gong Chen's attitude towards Jiang Heng is not good now, which Yu Siqi can understand.

"The sandstorm doesn't blow on my side, that's one thing. The second is that I waited until the sandstorm had cleared before I let go. At that time, the big guys were focused on counting the damage and saving the wounded. ”

Jiang Heng turned his head back again, although his speed was not very fast, it was not much slower than Gong Chen.

"Can you tell me why you came to us? I remember going out of the camp without permission, it was a violation of discipline for you, right? ”

Although Father Ann's tone was very polite, it sounded a little threatening.

"To tell you the truth, I came here to sell favors. Because not long after you left, I happened to ask for some terrible inside information from elsewhere. In the midst of these dark and bloody insiders, I deduced a possibility. In order to avoid this possibility, and to confirm some of my suspicions, I decided to take a risk.

If you're still alive, I'll give you a ride. If you have already fallen for it, then I will leave with regrets. Anyway, I won't suffer too much, it's just a waste of gas money. ”

Jiang Heng's words can be said to make everyone in the car think about it.

What is the inside story of what he is talking about?

How much does he know about this?

From this inside story, what kind of possibility did he deduce? And, what he wanted to prove.

This series of questions surfaced in Yu Siqi, like a haze hanging overhead.

"You don't seem to be as simple as you seem, Jiang Heng."

Instead of immediately asking questions as usual, Father Ann smiled and said.

"Who here is as simple as it seems?" Jiang Heng casually turned a corner and said, "Take myself as an example, you must not know that I was also a member of the Spirit Sacrifice Society." ”

"What, you're from the Shrine Society?" As soon as Gong Chen heard this, he began to wrap his arms around Jiang Heng's neck and said, "I know that you kid can't be trusted!" ”

"Let it go! I can't see the road anymore. ”

Jiang Heng grabbed Gong Chen's wrist with one arm and wanted to break it open, but unfortunately he didn't succeed.

"Let him go!"

Father An's words frightened Gong Chen so much that he directly let go and retracted back.

"Ahem, that's rude. I haven't finished introducing myself yet, so how can I just start being rude? Don't you hear the word 'original'? ”

Jiang Heng coughed violently several times, and then massaged his fingers on his red neck for a while, and said.

"Even if there is the word 'original', it doesn't mean anything. After all, the Priestly Society doesn't have much to do with us, so I advise you to explain it clearly. ”

Gong Chen obviously didn't regret what he had just done.

"Okay, okay, everything is up to you." Jiang Hengwan continued to drive his car without being angry, and said, "I guess, you should all know what the spirit sacrifice will do, right?" ”

"It's not very clear."

Yu Siqi shook his head.

"At the time of the Shrine Society, which was founded by the first president, An Xiaobei, it was a purely hobby group composed of several college students who loved the occult. They are dedicated to studying phenomena that ordinary people can't explain, such as why the bell tower by the river is always ringing on a night when no one is around. Another example is why the No. 9 teaching building of Sinsong University has seven floors, but only five floors are open.

These things that make people reverie make these teenagers who are born to study the occult fascinated.

They are convinced that there must be a secret hidden in it.

Unfortunately, enthusiasm alone is obviously not enough to reveal the truth, and it is still the 'truth' that has been artificially hidden.

So, they suffered defeat after failure.

When the last enthusiasm turned into loss and sadness, An Xiaobei and several of his team members ushered in another cruel reality. They have been indulging in this kind of 'strange talk' all year round, and they have undoubtedly wasted the most critical thing, that is, 'study'. For Sinsong University, students who don't focus on their studies are obviously not much different from garbage on the side of the road.

So, they were expelled.

Can you imagine? At that time, they were even stupid enough to use 'death' to prove that they were not wrong. What foolishness! ”

When Jiang Heng told everyone this story, his expression was a little subtle.

"Why do you know so much?"

Gong Chen asked vigilantly.

"Because I was an idiot at the time!" Jiang Heng put his hand on the car baffle and rummaged for a moment, took out a notebook that no longer had a cover, threw it to Gong Chen and said, "This is our activity report at that time, which is full of every ridiculous process and fragment. ”

"So, you and An Xiaobei are classmates?"

Although Father An's eyes were focused on the notebook that fell on Gong Chen, the topic was asked to Jiang Heng.

"I'm his senior, I'm a year older than him. He studied agriculture, and I studied civil engineering. When they learned that they had been expelled, everyone was devastated. It was Xiaobei who cheered us up and swore to us that he would definitely show us what true 'supernatural powers' were.

Since then, the Sacrifice Spirit Society has inexplicably grown and grown, to the point that we have even become vassals of the Twilight Cult. Jiang Heng said with emotion: "I know Xiaobei's intentions are good, but unfortunately he was still used by others after all." ”

"When did you leave the Shrine?"

Yu Siqi couldn't help but ask a question that came to his mind occasionally.

"At Xiaobei's funeral, I had a fight with them. They thought I was crazy, but I thought I was the only one left with a sober mind.

Since then, I have been forced to leave the Shrine. They won't do anything to me because of their old feelings. But they didn't spare my family, which is why I had to fight against them. ”

Jiang Heng suddenly clenched his right hand, his gaze unusually firm.

"So, what is it that makes you so stiff with each other?"

Father Ann graciously took the notebook and asked as he flipped through it.

"They want Xiaobei to 'come back from the dead'. But I know very well that the dead cannot remain in the world. Otherwise, wouldn't it be chaotic in this world? ”

Jiang Heng took a deep breath and slowly returned to his previous state of calm and calm.

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