She obediently threw away the ghost money in the palm of her hand, and then she was startled.

"There's no sound, what's going on?" Xue Ke and the teacher were taken aback at the same time.

Ancient coins fall vertically and fall on the marble floor. Bronze and hard stones collided, and no sound came out. It's an unbelievable scene.

My brain was chaotic like I had been filled with a five-flavor bottle, and it smelled everything. And so it was, so it was. These ghost money are by no means simple. In the thousands of years of Chinese history, it seems that only a certain period of history of the Qin Dynasty has appeared.

The ghost money without sound is called a falling coin. Legend has it that it is a kind of underworld coin that drives away ghosts.

Professor Wald, where did you get this legendary coin, which the Chinese themselves probably have never discovered? This is the dream of all Chinese ancient coin experts.

As soon as I thought of this, my heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

That Greek, even the coins have been dropped. His conspiracy is not considered to be much smaller. What's more, the strong resentment and pressure brought by these coins seem to be felt only by me. The teacher and Xue Ke were just a little dazed and unwell, and they were not affected.

It seems that Professor Wald had premeditated the three of us to be brought to the castle this time. His target was me, and he was apparently trying to borrow the eerie statues of Greek gods from the fountain at the entrance, and use the Chinese legend of a ghostly currency to complete some kind of ritual.

But why do you need me for such a big pen? My person is smart and has a high IQ, which is indeed worthy of being looked up to, but except for the extraordinary IQ and handsome gods and ghosts, there seems to be nothing too conspicuous.

What exactly does he want to use the ritual to demand from me? Or am I a part of the ritual in the first place?

There are too many doubts about everything.

"Hold me on." I asked the teacher and Xue Ke to hold me up, and with every step I took, I blew out the red candles and ripped off the horrible-looking coins.

The coins need to be activated, and candles and hanging red strings are indeed one of the steps in the ritual of summoning ghosts. No matter what he wanted to do, destroying the ritual as much as he could first was the highest priority right now.

We walked slowly, step by step. But he persevered in the direction of the fountain. There was a hunch that whatever exactly Wald wanted to do. At the center of the ceremony was probably the large fountain of the gods.

There was no one in the castle, and neither were the butler and Wald in the dining room.

The group of three pushed open the door of the living room, and the fountain finally appeared in front of our eyes. Around the fountain, clusters of figures held hands, singing some kind of terrifying song. Countless people, old and young, were so emotional that they screamed and jumped like crazy.

The fountain has changed, and there is a faint reflection of a bright light in the relief. The spout was not spewing water, but some kind of yellow liquid. It's gasoline! The pungent smell of gasoline permeated the entire space.

"These are the villagers of Magula village? Why did the whole village gather? Xue Ke was a little scared. Individuals who are exposed to the madness of the crowd will always be intimidated by the threat of the group.

Out of the castle, my feeling of discomfort became even stronger. It's as if the soul is being pulled out by an invisible force.

Professor Wald stood in front of the pantheon at the top of the fountain, his black burqa, his head covered, and his piercing eyes looking at us. Then, he suddenly smiled: "Welcome our friend from the East, Mr. Night Silence." Without his bloodline, our ritual would not have been possible. ”

I frowned, what do you mean. What bloodline do I have? I don't even know about myself!

With a wave of the professor's hand, a large group of villagers rushed over and separated me, Xueke, and the teacher. The two of them were tied up and thrown on the ground of the castle. And I didn't know whether to be honored or feared, and I was taken seriously. The villagers locked me in a cage and hung me from the top of the fountain.

Wald's old face, only a cage away from me.

He looked at me with a grin, and I couldn't help but chill when I saw it. This guy's eyes are full of madness. It was the madness of a cult fanatic, who didn't care about his own life, let alone the lives of others.

What is the purpose of this guy?

"Mr. Night Silence, I think you must have a lot of doubts, right?" The professor asked.

I was just about to nod, but the old bastard actually said leisurely: "Don't worry, I won't answer any of your questions." Let's take a closer look. But when the ritual is completed, the whole world will be changed by me! ”

After saying that, his eyes passed over me, and he immediately became loving. He looked lovingly at the villagers beside the fountain.

"I am ancient Greece and have a long history. We shouldn't have changed that. Why do we need to suffer this treatment, the economy is collapsing, unemployment is high. No one can find a suitable job in this country. Even, we can't withdraw the money in the bank now. Professor Wald raised his hands: "No, we Greeks are fed up with poverty. We, the great ancient Greeks, should not have suffered such a catastrophe. Is it our fault? ”

"It's not!" The countless people who circled around looked up, their faces showing shame.

"Yes, it's not our fault. It's all the fault of the damned Germans, it's all the fault of the damn world. Professor Wald stomped his foot, and the temple of gods on the fountain trembled.

The biting chill of disharmony around him became even more intense.

As the night fell, a blood moon was rising in the canopy away from the castle.

"Everyone here has suffered misfortune all their lives because of the fault of the world. They have no rights, and the Germans have no rights, to let us Greeks suffer the consequences of economic collapse. Professor Wald was dressed in a black burqa, his eyes piercing the crimson moonlight.

"Yes, they don't have the right!" The crowd shouted deeply, frenziedly: "The money we borrowed like the Germans was already repaid during the Nazi period." They don't have the right to force us to sell the ruins to pay us back. ”

Teacher Ke Fansen, who was tied up, gritted his teeth: "****, when did this old bastard establish a cult and become the leader of the cult." ”

Locked in a cage, I was even more confused. He Greeks suffer if they suffer, we are Chinese, why do we have to hang me, and there is a tendency to become a sacrifice.

Professor Wald bewildered the world's injustice to Greece in words while patiently waiting for the moon to move overhead. Finally, when Yin Hong's moonlight climbed to the top of the ancient castle, it shot a strange light on the fountain.

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