Ye Ling led Zhang Yao, pushed open the door, walked out of the small courtyard, and entered the dense forest along the loess path. It's still the maple forest from before, and it's still the kind of malice that peeps around, all urging the two to leave quickly.

The silence of the environment makes people nervous, and it is a silent and terrifying oppression.

The two of them walked in this oppression for an unknown amount of time, maybe thirty minutes, maybe an hour, and finally couldn't bear the cold atmosphere and started running.

Time seemed to freeze in the woods, and only the two of them were running wildly, so that the calm woods and the smooth path quickly retreated in silence.

The two of them ran until they couldn't take the next step with all their might, and they held on to the mountain wall that appeared at some point around them, gasping for breath. It was only then that they were surprised to find that the loess path had long since disappeared, and the maple trees had lost their captivating power—the maple leaves had turned back to red, and the red was graceful and luxurious, and charming.

In the midday sun, Ye Ling wiped the sweat from his jaw and stared at a stone at his feet, thinking that he seemed to have seen this kind of stone somewhere. When they looked up, they saw the ramp they had taken as they had gone up the hill not far ahead, and the gravel was a broken piece of the curb.

So the two of them sighed, and before they knew it, they ran to the foot of the mountain, and the mountain road was in front, so it was obvious that the road behind them was a cliff.

The two helped each other out of the maple grove and down to the side of the road. The mountain road faces the sea, with a maple forest on one side and a stone railing on the other, and when you look out from the stone railing, you can see the top of the hill on the other side of the bay, which is not wide. At the top of the hill is Guanhai Temple.

The mountain road accompanied the bay for half a circle, and Ye Ling and the two of them also planned to walk back to Guanhai Temple along this winding arc, and they heard it today, and saw too many unimaginable things, and they had to see the abbot again to solve their doubts or questions.

In fact, there is nothing to question, and there should be no doubts. All the unreachable and unthinkable came to their approach, and greeted them familiarly. And the answers to the questions are in the book in the satchel.

Zhang Yao sat down on the stone steps beside the road, looking at the sea, intending to rest for a while. And Ye Ling was also exhausted, leaning on the railing to recover his strength, and pulled out the yellowed thread-bound book.

The book is not thick, and there is a column of elegant and neat regular script "Qianlong Jiayin Strange News" on the cover, and the signature is Ouyang Ruihai. Ye Ling has always been an excellent student in the grade, with a good foundation in ancient literature, and he usually dabbles in a wide range of subjects, so he can also read the traditional characters in the book.

I didn't read it word for word, but quickly flipped through the book. Unexpectedly, the book is not only about the strange things in the 59 years of Qianlong, but also some unheard of monster magic, character biographies, and its timeline is as long as 94 years, and the area is also all over the south of the Yangtze River and east of the Qinling Mountains.

No one in this world has ever been born to write a book, and he has been writing until he dies.

"This Ouyang Ruihai looks like he has to live to be one hundred and fifty years old, right? I've never heard of this person. Ye Ling was so surprised that he could swallow an egg with his mouth open.

Then he noticed that Zhang Yao also had this expression, and stretched out his hand to point behind him.

Behind him was the sea, and there would be nothing, but he turned his head anyway, and then he saw a blue object in a fall. Because it was so far away, only the screaming of the air could be faintly heard, or the scream of the person.

Yes, the falling object looks like a person, and the blue clothes are the school uniforms of Cangbei No. 1 Middle School - Ye Ling and Zhang Yao also have a set.

"That person seems to have fallen from the cliff of Guanhai Temple, why did he go there? Damn, now is not the time to think about such a thing!!!" Ye Ling was sad and desperate, but he couldn't do anything, he could only watch the classmates on the other side of the bay fall from a height of nearly seventy meters, accelerating towards the end of his life.

Ye Ling could only open his mouth and let out a silent call......

Thirty minutes later, the whistling siren rolled the fallen leaves to the foot of the mountain, picked up Ye Zhang and the others, and walked all the way to the front of Guanhai Temple.

The novice ushered a group of people into the temple and sat down in a guest room while waiting for the abbot to arrive.

An older police officer looked at Ye Zhang and the others with sweat and strength all over their bodies, and looked a little strange: "What were you doing before? ”

Recalling the maple grove on the side of the road when he saw the two of them before, the older police officer thought he had guessed the truth, and couldn't help frowning, unable to hide his disgust, and said that the world was declining.

Ye Ling opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, this kind of strange and chaotic thing will have a big problem when it comes out.

Just when another young police officer thought he had guessed the truth and was about to start preaching, the old abbot pushed open the door of the guest house and walked in, and saluted: "Old abbot Haishan, the reason why you donors came to our temple is clear, and the whole of Guanhai Temple must try their best to cooperate." ”

Suddenly, these eyes that were a little cloudy and not dizzy saw the existence of Ye Zhang and the others, and were a little surprised: "The two little donors have found the answer?"

Ye Ling looked up at the old monk, then turned his head to look at the people around him, licked his dry lips, and didn't know how to speak.

"Yes, yes, it's important, let's cooperate with the investigation first, if we can, please let the two little donors stay for a while, and the old man has something to talk about. ”

But a young policeman who had just put down his mobile phone disagreed: "The two of them have to go back to the bureau with us for further investigation, whether as witnesses or suspects, because it has now been determined that the deceased's name is Wang Zeming, and he has a close relationship with the two of them." ”

Wang Zeming!

Hearing this name, the two of them widened their eyes at the same time, in Ye Ling's dream, he was the second corpse, but in reality he was indeed the second victim. Then, his death was already predictable.

But Zhang Yao didn't seem to give up, and his voice trembled and pleaded: "Can you let us see his body?"

The old policeman at the beginning frowned, got up and walked out the door. So they followed and came out to the cliff.

It took a lot of effort for a group of firefighters to pull up the corpse, which had fallen like a broken blood bag. At this time, the medical examiner was examining the cause of death.

But it is clear that there are no fatal wounds at all, except for the rupture of the internal organs caused by hitting the reef at a speed close to 30 m / s.

Some blackened blood stains stained the school uniforms, and the grotesque graffiti soaked in the school uniforms looked even more terrifying. It was as if the blood-stained black mansa were laughing at everyone.

Under the midday sun, Ye Ling and Zhang Yao felt a chill on their bodies, because they could feel that the indescribable Death Scythe was approaching......

Who will be next?