The day passed in a blink of an eye.

In the evening, Pan Hao took the bell and participated in the temple fair.

People come and go, and there are stalls on both sides.

Takoyaki, shooting, catching small goldfish......

Suzu holds a large marshmallow in one hand, walks lightly in front of her.

Looks very happy.

From time to time, he stopped and came to the stall, exclaiming with an exclamation on his face, his eyes blinking and flashing, extremely curious.

In her mind, most of them had forgotten about the Facelings.

Pan Hao followed, lazy, without the nervousness of crusading against the 'Facelings'.

Walk among the crowds and enjoy the lively atmosphere of the summer festival.

In the surroundings, many people are wearing masks, there are foxes, pig heads, dog heads, etc., two people in pairs, three people in groups, men, women and children.

Pan Hao was playing with a horse-faced mask in his hand.

This is a mask that I just received from the shrine, free of charge, one per person.

The mask was tossed in his hand.

Pan Hao's eyes showed a hint of playfulness.

Interesting.

Inside this mask, there is an unknown technique.

The function is unknown, and the mask is used as a carrier, and it spreads out in this fireworks display, and I don't know how many.

In his gaze, a mysterious and treacherous aura, like smoke and mist, emanated from the mask.

The wisps are like tentacles, forming a vague grimace.

The eyes are hollow and bloody, and they want to devour people.

Pan Hao watched intently, and could faintly hear indescribable whispers coming from the depths of the void.

It's like an evil god whispering in my ears.

Friction and friction, louder than the sound of fingernails scraping glass, penetrate the ears and pierce into the depths of one's consciousness.

If it were an ordinary person, it would probably be equivalent to someone holding an electric drill and trying to open the skull, and they would be in pain and would like to die.

It's just that for Pan Hao, it's just some ordinary noise.

As soon as the thought turned, the light came to my mind.

The spiritual will ascends to heaven like the sun, extinguishing the invading filthy breath.

The Lingtai is clear.

There was a commotion ahead.

The crowd cheered.

Wave after wave.

One after another.

Pan Hao's footsteps froze, and he looked up.

The traditional activities of the temple fair began.

A large group of people, carrying sedan chairs, torii gates, flower boats, etc., walked and stopped, got on and on, jumped and jumped, accompanied by the sound of ritual shouts, crowded with tourists, as if infected by the sense of sacred rituals, all echoed the shouts and cheers.

Pan Hao blinked, and at a latitude that ordinary people couldn't see, he saw countless white points of light, rising from above everyone's heads.

Especially when the activity tends to climax, there are more and more light spots, and a steady stream of them emerges.

Pan Hao wondered if this could be the work of the 'Facelings'.

While thinking, I never took my eyes off it, observing the flow of light points.

However, there was not the slightest gain.

Spots of light emerge from the top of your head, and when you rise to a certain height, you suddenly disappear, as if you have entered another world.

No traces of the present world remained.

After Pan Hao observed to no avail, he asked the bell.

She looked up and came to a conclusion: "This is the power of faith from the heart, there are no gods in the world, and these power of faith have no basis, they can only feed back to heaven and earth and return to nature." ”

As she spoke, her little face wrinkled, revealing a different color, "The strange thing is that it seems that some power of faith has been intercepted, or polluted, and is circulating to a certain place through the medium to carry out some kind of sacrificial ritual. ”

Suzu thought about it a few times, but couldn't figure out the truth behind it, and her little face was full of distress.

Medium?

Pan Hao subconsciously looked at the mask in his hand, and his heart moved.

The procedure was initiated.

The tentacles of mysterious power, invisible to the naked eye, spread in all directions, constantly capturing the power of faith, and continuously transmitting it to a certain place through the unknown rituals inside.

"Suzu, is there a way to destroy this technique?"

Pan Hao handed the mask in his hand to Ling's eyes, since the power of faith was cut off through the technique inside, then as long as the technique was destroyed.

As for the next step, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth.

Play it by ear.

Suzu took the mask, observed it a few times, and nodded, "Yes, as long as the quantum parameters of the current world are temporarily modified through the spatial lock, so that the parameters established by the technique based on reality are wrong, it will naturally collapse...... I'll give it a try. ”

As she spoke, she closed her eyes, and the 'Schrödinger's quantum cat' on her neck slowly revived.

A black-and-white light swooped into the sky and pierced the night.

Syllable!

It was as if it was snowing.

Countless black and white points of light were scattered.

The temple fair was dyed black and white.

Of course, this is all from the perspective of spiritual vision, and under the naked eye, the fetus is still calm and calm, and nothing has happened.

Moment.

Ling opened her eyes and showed a touch of excitement, "It's done, I have temporarily modified the quantum parameters of the temple fair, although it can only be locked for a while, but the time is enough." ”

As soon as the words fell, a change suddenly occurred.

Roar, roar, roar!

It's like a mad demon dancing.

In the temple fair, the masks have undergone a shocking change.

Pan Hao looked at the horse-faced mask in his hand.

In unfathomable latitudes, the horse's face struggles from its mask, trying to break free from it.

However, in the end, it didn't help.

The technique inside was fundamentally denied.

The power of faith and the power of filth squeezed and collided inside.

Bang bang bang!

The operation was directly paralyzed.

Countless black smoke came out, fangs and claws, forming a huge face in the air, empty and nothing, with cold eyes, looking at the temple fair coldly, and then flying towards the back mountain of the shrine.

Seeing this, Pan Hao perked up.

Finally caught the Faceling's little tail.

Glancing at the bell who was having fun, Pan Hao dispelled the idea of taking her there.

At this time, Suzu was crowding in line at the fried noodle stall, followed by a group of elementary school students, scrambling, shouting for udon fried noodles, hearing Pan Hao's words, he didn't look back, waved his little hand at random in response, and joined the battle for udon fried noodles.

Pan Hao was so happy to see Ling, and he was also relieved.

As soon as the thought turned, the whole person disappeared in place.

Pan Hao is moving at a super high speed, heading towards the mountain behind the shrine.

This is not a magic spell, it is just a simple way to rush, which is equivalent to an ordinary person running, but because the strength of the physical body far exceeds the limit of the human body, even if it is a two-foot rush, it is not inferior to a magic spell.

In the blink of an eye, Pan Hao rushed to the mountain behind the shrine.

This is a forbidden place for the shrine.

Under normal circumstances, visitors are not allowed to set foot on it.

Pan Hao appeared on the corner of the eaves of the shrine, half-squatting, observing the situation.

Talismans hang on the trees around them, painted with mysterious and treacherous lines, fluttering in the wind, and ringing.

Like the cry of a hundred ghosts, it echoes in the night sky.

It's incomparably infiltrating.

In the center is an altar, a nine-story platform.

On the altar, there was a flame, which was burning.

Countless white points of light, that is, the power of faith, serve as firewood, providing a steady stream of energy.

Hey?

Pan Hao's pupils shrank.