It can't be. I remember that before I lost consciousness, I was still doing what I was doing in a big tiled house in the countryside, how did I return to the building and enter the ancient well in the blink of an eye?

I hesitated, since I came, there was nowhere to go, so I might as well go in and have a look.

Walk up the steps, pass through the mountain gate, and then walk about 500 meters inside, see an ancient temple, and at a glance, the temple has about three courtyards, which is extremely profound. Above the ancient temple, there was a layer of black gas visible to the eyes.

The black qi slowly surged, diverging and condensing, like a mollusk lying on top of the temple.

When I saw this ancient temple, I screamed "ah" because I saw the wind chimes! Under the eaves, there are several strings of wind chimes, and when the wind blows, the wind chimes swing and make a pleasant soft sound.

I'm getting cold air in my bones, damn, isn't this the temple in the painting?!

It turns out that we are all mistaken, this is not a temple at all, but a view! Temples! Yin and Yang view!

However, why is there no resemblance between the yin and yang concept here and the one we see in the building?

I was standing in the courtyard in front of the Taoist temple. The courtyard was surrounded by strange trees of different heights, and in the moonlight, the branches and vines swayed like ghosts, which really scared people to death.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't figure out what to do. I walked through the gate, and inside was a deep, gloomy hall, surrounded by high pillars, and extremely empty. In such a dark temple, only a candle burned on the altar in front of the statue.

I saw a bald man dressed in black, sitting on the ground in front of the statue with his back to the door, and I don't know what was being written.

I don't know why, the more I look at this person, the more familiar I become, but I just can't remember who it is.

I walked slowly inside, and when I got closer, I found that there were many large sheets of yellow rice paper on the ground next to the man, and the paper was full of black ink graffiti.

I was so light on my feet that I didn't dare to speak. Walk in front of a piece of rice paper, look carefully, it's okay not to look at it, but when you look at it, you are scared all over the body, and the painting is actually a picture of hell and suffering! I saw the flames steaming, the raging fire, and a little ghost with a flexible body, holding a fork. On the fork was a woman's guilty spirit, naked and with an expression of extreme pain. The fork slammed directly into the chest, and the tip of the fork was bloody and exposed. Although it is black ink, the ink is splashed and dripping, and it looks more visually impactful than the bright red real blood.

The woman was like a kebab, delivered to the fire by the fork of the little ghost, and her long hair was scattered in the flames, and she wanted to cry but couldn't cry, and the terrifying atmosphere of the whole picture could be said to be all on her. I could see that my legs were weak and numb, my whole body was in cold sweat, and I could hear the woman's screams in my ears.

I couldn't help but groan, and the man clearly heard it, and stopped the brush in his hand. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then slowly turned around.

As soon as he turned around and saw this face, I was completely stupid.

He is actually Brother Peng! How could he be here?

Brother Peng's whole face was half-brightened by the candlelight, and his eyes were gloomy, staring straight at me.

I was overwhelmed by this scene. Because of extreme fear, my heart was beating so fast that I was jumping out of my cavity.

We just looked at each other, and I stood still, not daring to make the slightest movement.

Brother Peng narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was gloomy and uncertain, and his expression was thoughtful. His eyes were very strange, and he seemed to be looking at a stranger, and for a long time, he slowly turned around, picked up the pen again, and drew it very carefully on the rice paper.

I wiped my face, took a deep breath, and tried to shout, "Brother Peng." ”

He ignored me and continued to paint. I simply shouted: "Peng Liang! ”

As soon as the name came out, the tip of the pen in his hand suddenly froze, as if he was hesitating, and after a while, he continued to paint. I felt weird, as if he not only didn't recognize me, but he couldn't see me.

"Peng Liang!" I raised my voice.

At this moment, he stopped his pen completely, stood up, and picked up the candle on the offering table. He held it very carefully, holding the bottom of the candle tray with one hand and the fire with the other, and stood in place, shining in all directions.

The fire was dim, rising and falling, and the hall was eeriely illuminated. His shadow and I stretched extremely long, stretching to the bluestone wall, forming two huge black shadows of distortion and evil.

The scene was terrifying, and my heart was wrapped in a thick layer of lead, and I was so depressed that I couldn't breathe. simply roared again: "Peng Liang! ”

"Pop", the candle tumbled out of his hand and fell heavily to the ground, and the flames splashed everywhere.

There was a sudden darkness in the hall, and vaguely, I saw him like a cunning rabbit, his figure was blurred, and he ran quickly towards the apse.

I called him by name three times, why was he so depressed? Suddenly, a distant memory came back to me, and now at this moment, it seemed like I had seen this scene somewhere.

In a moment's moment, the huge black shadow he dragged on the wall flashed into the back hall and disappeared.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I chased after it, but it was too dark around me, and I could only hear the sound of "popping" footsteps ahead. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened the lock screen, which glowed green. This light is better than a firefly, and I saw the huge black shadow disappear into the wall behind the hall.

I stumbled over, and sure enough, there was a small red door that was closed, and it looked like a fire escape. I snapped the handle, but I didn't expect it to get stuck from the outside. I was also in a hurry, so without saying a word, I flew up and kicked over the small door.

If a person is really in a hurry and ruthless, he can burst out with extraordinary strength. My weight of 160 pounds was concentrated on my feet, leaving no room for anything.

There was a crisp "pop", the door lock made me kick it around, and the red door suddenly opened.

I rushed out of the door, and outside the door was a courtyard, and except for the small red gate behind me, the other three sides were three-story mahogany buildings. The courtyard was quiet and empty, and Brother Peng had long since disappeared.

I looked around, dazed, as if I had been lost in a strange labyrinth of indifference.

The moonlight was like water, shining strangely white on several big trees in the yard.

At this moment, I smelled a mushy smell, followed the smell, and found that it was from the red door just now. I went back to the apse, only to see the front hall blazing.

I was dumbfounded, and then I remembered the candlestick that Brother Peng lost and fell just now, damn, so much rice paper, it must have burned.

If this is a fire, it will be a big problem. The Taoist temple here is completely wooden, and it burns all at once, and the fire is together, not to mention that I am alone, even if I add three hundred bull-nosed Taoist priests, this fire cannot be saved, and I can only watch it go out in smoke.

I saw the smoke billowing in the front hall, the heat wave hit, the fire reflected the red light all over the hall, and there were many black shadows flying along the firelight, I didn't think about it so much, and subconsciously turned out my mobile phone to call 119.

Seeing that there was no signal on the mobile phone, I smiled bitterly, damn, it's probably in that painting now, where can I go to the fire brigade.

Let's run away. What Brother Peng is not Brother Peng, at this time, ask for more blessings. I ran to the front hall and tried to get out of the gate. After running two steps, I remembered some common sense of self-help that I had accumulated in my daily life, and when I encountered a fire, I was most afraid of panic, and many people were not burned to death, but were killed by thick smoke.

I took off my coat and put it all over my head, covering my nose and mouth, leaving only my eyes. Stiffen your legs and get ready to rush forward.

As soon as I ran to the front hall, the scene in front of me almost scared me out of incontinence.

I saw that in the flames of the front hall, black shadows danced. What kind of shadow is that? Brother Peng's picture of hell is alive!

Black mist, thick smoke, and sparks flew like raindrops, and countless naked men and women struggled in the fire, their hands reaching out to me through the red fire. Their round eyes, their distorted expressions, and their trembling facial muscles are truly a living picture of the crucifixion of hell.

Many imps were scurrying in the fire, with high eyebrows, dancing steel forks, and laughing happily. Look at who is not pleasing to the eye, go up is a fork, slap the chest, and stab the person with his mouth open as if he was howling miserably.

There were many guilty spirits who tried to crawl out of the fire, and these imps stabbed them back one by one with their forks. The whole thing is like playing a fun game.

There was a woman, with her long hair scattered by the flames, rolling in the dazzling flames, and her two pink and huge tits were shocking, and even a man with a sperm brain could not have desire. She saw me as if she had seen a distant savior, with bloody eyes and crawling on the ground, her hands raised high to me.

At this time, a little ghost came from behind, grabbed her by the hair, dragged her on the ground like this, and dragged her back into the fire.

Seeing this, I cried. Do you know what to do, because she is the goddess who works together in the company! Since the last time she released her pigeons, she ignored me and we didn't have anything to do with each other.

I really didn't expect to see her again in this way in this place.

I was dizzy, short of breath, and most horrible of all, there was no sound here, like a silent movie. All you can see is the faces of suffering and torture. Please forgive me for not being able to repeat that expression, firstly, I can't describe it at my level of language, and secondly, secondly, I don't want to go through it in my head again.

Those distorted faces are really too sadistic, full of huge negative energy that is speechless.