The man walked slowly towards 009, the soft-soled cloth shoes making a "click" sound on the bluestone ground, and the dead silence of the temple behind him, seemed to synthesize a strange scenery.

There was not a trace of wind in the deep mountains, and the air seemed to freeze as if it was suffocating.

Su Que was alert to find that the "click" sound of the wooden fish behind him disappeared, and everything seemed to be pressed as if the static button had been pressed, only 009 who was forced to do ancient water without waves and Su Que who floated on his head.

The man came closer.

"Senior Brother Forget Chen, didn't the abbot let you go back to the house?"

A high-pitched, coarse voice came out, and the tone was stiff and dead, as if it had been a cassette tape with a voice changer installed, piercing the air.

009 looked into his face - it was still as smooth as a piece of paper, nothing.

The wind rose on the mountain, rustling through the leaves, and air poured into his robe, making the placket cold.

The hand behind his back secretly made a defensive movement, but he said as if he hadn't seen it:

"Yes, you can lead me the way by the way."

The faceless monk nodded, and walked first, 009 following closely behind him, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, ready to leave as soon as something was wrong.

Although the monk has no facial features, this does not hinder his true nature of chattering, in the process of bypassing the mottled wall house of the temple, he has been chattering, nothing more than some small things in the temple, 009 listened carelessly.

"Senior Brother Wangchen, wouldn't the abbot be looking for you because you love to draw things? The elders are really...... Senior brother is so good, what's wrong with loving to draw something......"

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"Senior Brother Wangchen, do you know? The temple has recently had a rat plague...... A lot of rats have been found in several yards here...... The abbot somehow didn't let people take care of ......"

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009 followed him silently, never speaking, the faceless man's voice was sharp and did not pause, like a pre-recorded tape being rewound over and over again, looking particularly strange in the barren ruins of the temple.

He pursed his lips.

"Click-"

009 followed the faceless monk all the way to a small courtyard, where the large wooden door was hidden, and the wind passed through it, making a sharp "whine" sound.

The faceless monk walked up the steps and helped him push the door open, but only halfway through, he suddenly stopped stiffly as if he thought of something:

"I forgot that my brother never let people see his yard."

After saying this, he suddenly turned and walked away as if he had been manipulated, and his figure slowly disappeared around the corner.

009 took a deep look at his back, then turned and pushed open his own door.

The large wooden door creaked open, and the panorama behind the door was exposed to his eyes, and to his surprise, the residence of Forgotten Dust was extremely strange.

It was a small courtyard with barren grass and dilapidated houses.

009 swept the furnishings in the courtyard, subconsciously took a step back, and frowned.

The sky here is full of sketched black owls, and even the bluestone ground under your feet is covered with charcoal strokes.

And the eagle was not ordinary, but with its feathers erected, its expression hideous, its claws exposed, and its eyes widened, as if it were staring at everyone who came in, and its sharp mouth was wide open, and if it stared at it for a long time, it would be very mad - not to mention that it was full of blank space here.

Su Que slowly floated into the room, and the black charcoal drawing looked as strange as a curse.

She remembered what the abbot had said to 009 or Forgotten Dust - this seemed to be what he had told him to wipe.

What Su Que thought of, 009 naturally thought of, he walked into the yard, didn't rush to wipe it first, but opened the door again.

Or a black owl.

The striking black owl spread across the ceiling and screens, not sparing even the vases and seats, and almost everywhere he could see was painted.

009's face froze a little, and he pulled his ferryman's lamp out of his sleeve, walked over to it, and looked at one of them.

It was an owl painted on the screen, still with a fierce face, angry eyes, and the charcoal edges were round and shiny, but it was not difficult to see from the glitches in the details of the lighting that this was indeed hand-painted by a person who spent a lot of time, and even the details were described with great care.

In the dim light, the owl seemed to come to life, its black feathers covering its massive body, its sharp claws on its chest, almost breaking through the painting, and stabbing its claws at 009 in front of it.

009, who was standing in front of the painting, violently put away the ferryman's lamp and retreated three feet away.

I don't know if he was dazzled, but he just seemed to see the owl's eyes move, and then ......

Smiled at him.

A cold rush to his heart, making his palms cold, all the same, he still calmly glanced at the dense owls on the wall, black paintings, painting the entire wall, making the room become dull, even more cold and refreshing.

The air around was heavy and cold, and the people who were pressed could not breathe.

009 hesitated, but picked up the rag in front of the table.

Those things were so weird that even though his sixth sense was screaming frantically and couldn't be erased, the inexplicable fear in his heart still made his heart rise to his heart.

It's a feeling he's never felt in his nearly 10-year career as a ferryman.

He took a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to wipe them off, flicking the rag back onto the table with a "snap", crouching down to try to analyze it.

These owls could only have been painted by the Forgotten Dust, but why did he draw these things?

Why is it so full?

Why do you have to draw so much detail even if you waste time?

He was now beginning to wonder if it was a conspiracy designed by Forgotten Dust.

009 is not stupid, to be exact, Zhiduo is close to the demon, when I first came here, maybe I couldn't figure out the situation, but now I was blowing in the breeze in the mountains, combined with the cause and effect, I can also understand in a trance that I am afraid that I have broken into a certain copy or small world.

The small world, as an undeveloped apocalypse, is much larger than this grandiose, so this place is mostly a copy.

With that said, it's no surprise what is happening now.

009 glanced at the bald walls and painted owls again, and the fear hit him again, and it was intensifying.

He gritted his teeth, didn't do it, didn't stop doing it, and simply picked up the rag on the table.

A voice in his heart kept telling him to wipe off these things, and the wide eyes did give him great fear.

The hand holding the rag finally trembled and touched the wall.

Su Que looked at 009 a little worriedly, she felt that his mood was a little strange.

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