Time came to the fifth day without any waves.

Last night, Qin Manjiang didn't know when he fell asleep again, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the fog all over the city.

Stopped the car and rushed to Guanyin Pinghu, today was the last day, he didn't want to be late.

Halfway through, he received a call from Yan Xiao, saying that Shen Ji was missing, adjusted the surveillance, and found that Shen Ji went out through the window.

Then Yan Xiao said something like asking him to be careful, and went to look for the traces of Shen Ji.

Soon, Zhong Xueran also called, after all, the last person who tried to get out of the challenge permanently was Yang, and Yang was dead.

At least on the surface, it's dead.

And the last one to call was Nie Yunzhen.

"Be careful."

She was concise and to the point, and hung up the phone without giving Qin Manjiang time to answer.

After that, no one called anymore.

When he arrived at the Guanyin Pinghu area, as if he knew that he was coming today, the iron sheet of Baizu Construction opened a special opening, and there was no staff in it at all.

Qin Manjiang turned his head and glanced at the camera hidden between the leaves diagonally, is it from the Bai family?

Just look at it.

On this day, no one came to disturb Qin Manjiang again, but it seemed that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him everywhere, both in the open and in the dark.

The time of the whole world seemed to press the pause button at the same time, and everything froze and focused on Guanyin Pinghu - Qin Manjiang.

At night, when there were still three minutes to twelve o'clock, Qin Manjiang looked up at the sky.

There is no moon tonight, and the thick black clouds seem to collapse at any moment.

It's weird...... In such a late night, in such a dark environment, you can still faintly see the clouds in the sky.

Qin Manjiang, who was about to start the game, actually thought of such a thing.

Guanyin Pinghu, Guanyin Village......

Qin Manjiang stared at the dark and calm lake.

As the time approached twelve o'clock, the lake in his eyes gradually changed.

Bubbles rose from the dark and cold water, as if there were countless people below who were struggling and desperate to breathe.

An oppressive and cold breath crept up from the lake to the shore, and soon entangled him.

The water of the lake is churning as if it has been boiled, and large, dark shadows rise up from under the lake.

Qin Manjiang's heart seemed to be pressed against a stone, which made him a little breathless.

This depression has nothing to do with ghosts, but it is even more terrifying than the life-threatening horror.

A huge, broken sculpture of Guanyin slowly emerges from the water.

"...... Uproar"

The water fell back to the surface of the lake, and the silent, huge, and strangely damaged Guanyin head stretched out in front of Qin Manjiang's eyes.

[Guanyin Pinghu - Beginning. 】

With that depression, Qin Manjiang seemed to be swept into the torrent of time, and went upstream, groggy ...... Twenty years ahead.

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Twenty years ago.

I heard that the name Guanyin Village was originally used to suppress disasters.

As soon as it rained heavily, the mountain stream flooded, flooding the seedlings in the paddy fields and leaving no village to survive.

Later, the village chief found a way to invite a statue of Guanyin, and changed the name of the village to Guanyin Village, which seems to have some effect, at least since the statue of Guanyin was invited, there is no more water on the mountain.

In fact, according to the country, this kind of name cannot be taken, whether it is given to people or villages, it is not good.

To put it simply, the name is too big to be suppressed.

For an unnamed village that is often flooded, this rule is not understood and does not matter.

But this kind of good fortune only survived the rainy summer, and as soon as winter came, something terrible happened.

The cold pierced the earth, and the earth cracked large and small.

From south to north, from east to west, without warning, it had never happened before, but this winter, it did.

The village chief, who was in his sixties, walked around the village with a dark face, wearing a torn cotton jacket and his hands on his cuffs.

It rained heavily the other day, stopped last night, and then there was a big drop.

The cooling was so great that it froze and cracked the ground.

Walking around the village, the village chief found that most of the cracks were extending from under the statue of Guanyin.

The old village chief with a swarthy face took out a cigarette from his arms, the cigarette stick was black and shiny, and the back of his outstretched hand was the same as the ground, with several cracks.

He quickly took two puffs.

When he entered the house, he took off his cotton hat, and faced the dark and shining eyes of the room, the old village chief shook his head and said, "I can't get out, I'm cold." ”

There was an instant discussion in the room.

No one expected that the winter in the south would be so sad.

Unlike the north, the south did not have the habit of storing grain for the winter, and it could not be kept away, and it quickly went bad.

But this winter was surprisingly cold.

A few days ago, it rained several times at the beginning of winter, as if it was about to splash back all the water that had been hidden in the summer.

At first, no one took it seriously, just a few rains.

But slowly, something is wrong.

After the rain stopped last night, there was no snow, but the temperature dropped sharply.

There was only one way out of the village, and some people carried the frozen out to see, but the road cracked and broke into a five-meter-wide moat, which could not be crossed at all.

The village was instantly cut off from the outside world, and there was still food and clothing, but it was impossible to keep it empty, so the village chief asked him to think of a way.

The village chief went out and walked around in the cold, and his ears were almost frozen, except for finding that most of the cracks were facing towards the Guanyin statue, and only a few people went out to the conclusion that they would die of cold.

A room full of people was silent, with a suppressed atmosphere of unspeakability.

Although people will not starve to death in a short period of time, the food will be eaten clean, and there will be livestock, but the pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, and dogs will also be eaten?

In the midst of this eerie silence.

"Tuk-tuk-"

There was a knock on the door.

The villagers looked at each other, but the villagers would not knock on the door, and they kicked in the door with a "snap".

Who's knocking on the door right now?

The only way in and out of the village was also broken by the freeze, which was really strange.

The village chief gave the black-faced strong man on the side a look, and the strong man got up and opened the door.

"Squeak-" The door opened, and the eyes of the men in the room straightened.

What appeared at the door turned out to be a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

She looks like a flower, her skin is snow-white than the whitest steamed bun they have ever seen, and what's worse is that this girl is naked and has no clothes on her body!

The old village chief was the first to react, and quickly said "ouch", got up to ask what was going on.

The black-faced man by the door was already busy pulling the girl into the house.

As soon as the naked girl was pulled into the room, she heard a "bang-" and the wooden door slammed shut......

At this time, under the statue of Guanyin-

The figure of a man changed from vaguely blurry and transparent to a solid body.

Qin Manjiang just stood up and regained consciousness.

I felt an extremely obvious gaze.

It's cold......

He turned away and looked up.

A four- or five-meter-high stone statue of Guanyin is looking down on him.

(The Guanyin chapter begins, tomorrow's third watch, good night.) ）

(End of chapter)