"Let's go," he untied the rope from my body, and my tense body finally relaxed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You say this is a stronghold, but why is there something we need, you seem to have been here?" The curiosity in my heart kept wriggling, like an ant tickling, but I couldn't help but ask.

"There are some things that you still know less" He looked cold again, and I quickly shut up, he is always like this, and his temper is fickle.

As I said before, to survive, you have to adapt, I didn't pursue the damn problem in my heart, because I knew that my own problems had been stained all over my body, just like those reptiles, constantly crawling around on my body, you itched and hurt, but you didn't dare to make extra movements, because as long as you trembled a little, his venom-filled fangs would mercilessly kill him.

I followed him to what seemed to be a house, not far away, probably because of the wind and sand, which covered it up.

It's so deserted, and I don't know how long no one has been here.

I looked around, and it was just a small run-down village, and there was nothing surprising about it.

But the inscription on the wood of the gate caught my attention:

"Three Broken Souls in Shangzu Village"

"Seven Spirits in the Demon Suppression Temple"

There is a horizontal batch in the middle, with the words "Shangzu blessed" written in cursive.

Is this a couplet? Or maybe it has some special meaning.

I slowly calmed down, looking at the place that seemed to be about to collapse, although my heart continued to fluctuate, but the desire to survive was still there.

"Crunch"

The bandit pushed open the door, and in the silence of the environment, the sound of the door opening was extra loud, like a cacophony of noise, and for some reason my mind began to get irritable.

Fog, fog, wind and sand mixed with a hint of fishy smell came.

With a blank face, I stepped through the gate and officially entered the dilapidated village.

Some of the dilapidated houses creaked, and the fog was so great that I couldn't see the environment clearly, though I didn't understand why the fog was drifting through the desert.

It's so quiet, it's horribly quiet.

"Cuong, I think you'd better come and have a look" The bandit's voice suddenly came, and I walked over to his side.

His face was not pretty, and he was staring at a hole in the ground and frowning.

I looked inside, and a pale face appeared in front of me.

The bloodless skin, the dilated pupils, and the bleeding on the mucous membranes of the eyes were extremely terrifying, and the epidermis floated like that, and the slight curl of the corners of the mouth seemed to sneer at me.

I shuddered, damn, isn't this the stinking water ghost, how did it appear here??

Almost for a moment I thought he was going to fly up like lightning and choke me by the neck.

Thankfully, the worst didn't happen.

"What is this?" , the bandit was startled and pointed to the thing in the cave.

I looked down and saw a strange mark drawn on the water ghost's forehead.

There is a triangle in a circle, and there are three lines of different lengths in it, and there seems to be a vague word "敕" on the line.

What kind of seal is this, to shock this water ghost so that he can't hurt us.

God, what the hell is going on in my head.

"This place is not peaceful" The bandit's pupils shrank, and he took out a cloth from his bag and put it on the water ghost's head, he seemed to be afraid to see it.

I didn't look at it again, I couldn't help but shiver when I remembered what I had been in the water before, and now I was a little frightened when I came to this kind of uninhabited place, maybe I was timid.

"You've been here before?" The bandit walked with me, and I tried to change the subject, asked.

"No," he said, not looking to mention it to me, perhaps he didn't think it would do me any good to know about it.

Curiosity kills not only cats, but also people.

I seemed to be following him aimlessly, the fog around me getting heavier and heavier, but my eyesight could still see the tiled houses that seemed to be shaking, and they set off the gloomy place perfectly.

"Arrived" after a crooked road or arrived at the place where it should be, and the road ahead was not in vain

The house was no different from any other tiled house, but there was a plaque on the door that read "Shang Zu Ansho", and the door seemed to be clean, and there were traces of dust accumulation everywhere else, and my instinct was that eighty percent of people had been here.

"What is this place?" I asked, a little baffled.

The "resting place" bandit gave me a blank look, and pushed the door open and walked in.

Although my spirit was tense all the time, I didn't have the slightest intention of resting, or rather, being afraid of resting.

Urinating like this since childhood, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, and once I get nervous, I will cover all my sleepiness.

I wish someone could put it on my neck, and then I would faint for three days and three nights to make up for all the sleep that had been lost.

Am I watching too many movies?

This shabby house smells of dust, but it's spacious, and it can accommodate the two of us.

I looked around and saw a statue of Buddha in the middle of the door, which was more than three feet high, but it was facing away from us, only on its back.

Why is it said that it is only facing away from us, because the head of this Buddha statue has turned 360 degrees, its back is facing us, but its back is facing the wall, this scene is really weird, I have learned some information about the placement of gods and spirits because of my interest, most of the gods in this place are seven categories, namely Buddha, Bodhisattva, King Kong, Heavenly God, God of Wealth, ancestors and local gods (Northeast shamans, etc.).

But when I tried to remember what kind of great god this Buddha statue was, I found that there was no record of this kind of Buddha statue in my mind, and what made me even more strange was that there was a talisman on its forehead, which was used by the one I had seen in the underground passage to shake the evil in the tomb.

"Zhong Kui's statue?" The bandit followed my gaze as well, but he called out his name at the first sight, and I thought he had been to this place, and his puzzled expression made my judgment lose direction again.

"Zhong Kui?" Damn, although it is a little familiar, but where is this like Zhong Kui, Buddha is not a Buddha or a demon, I wiped the sweat on my forehead and asked, "Where do you see that this is Zhong Kui?" ”

"Isn't the legendary Master Zhong Kui the ugliest among the ancient gods? Then its spirit statue can't see where to go, I looked at the turned head, his face was grim, and he was vicious, so he thought it was Master Zhong, could it be wrong? The bandit looked at me with a serious expression and said.

"And I always feel that this Buddha statue seems a little familiar......"

"The characteristics of Zhong Kui's statue are indeed ugly, but Zhong Kui does not belong to the category of Buddhism, this building starts with a Buddha statue, and it is impossible to represent Zhong Kui" I explained carefully, "But you said it is a little familiar, I seem to have such a little feeling......"

"Understood" he looked like he had been taught, nodded slowly, and motioned for me to lie down and rest.

The fog outside was thick again, and even the temperature around it dropped several times, and I couldn't help but shiver a little, this ghost place is really not easy to live in, it's hard to imagine who built a house here to survive at that time.

"We ......," I hesitated for a moment before I said, "Are we going to sleep here tonight?" ”

"Hmm" The bandit nodded faintly, took out some dry food and water from his bag and handed it to me.

I took it and swallowed it slowly, took a few sips of water from him, and just wanted to talk to him, but found that he had already closed his tired eyes and fell asleep.

He also snored.

I don't know why he was able to fall asleep so quickly in this situation, I couldn't anyway.

I want to try to make my mood happy, because being able to maintain a cheerful state of mind in the face of a desperate situation will definitely bring very good benefits to myself.

"Sunset, Red Glow...... Soldiers shoot targets and return the battalion to ......"

"Ah...... Return the camp to ......"

Falling asleep humming a minor tune is a very happy thing.

Of course, if nothing happens next, it is.