Yao Qian's face was cloudy for a while, and the vigilance in his heart quickly increased.

Feeling the wind behind him continue to pour in, I felt a slight chill in my heart.

Staring at the strange evil idol in front of him, Yao Qian closed the tattered wooden door behind him and lifted the wooden bolt again.

Inside the ruined temple, the bonfire was 'crackling', bursts of sparks exploded outside, and the blazing bonfire kept swaying, dragging twisted shadows on the walls, which seemed to be dancing with teeth and claws, and vicious.

His eyes flickered as he stood motionless.

A burst of wetness from his back penetrated his clothes and burrowed into his body, hitting his body with drops of rain.

Yao Qian just stood quietly in place.

At this moment, the footsteps sounded again, and he could feel as if a strange shadow had come to the door.

It was a strange feeling, as if I had seen a shadow standing there in a storm, as if he was hesitating to push the door.

His face was not moving, but his hands had already touched the bolt of the door, and suddenly he opened the tattered wooden door, and his hands clawed into palms, and slapped outward.

Syllable......

The rain was stirring, but there was nothing at the beginning.

It's empty.

Yao Qian's face changed for a while, and his five senses were unexpectedly blinded.

Looking around in disbelief, there was not even a ghost shadow in the dark night.

His eyes flickered continuously, and the murderous intent lingered in his eyes, and coldness emerged.

Is it pretending to be a ghost, or is it really weird?

silently closed the door again, and on his seemingly calm face, he was really angry in his heart.

At this point, he didn't mind really turning him into a ghost.

Boom!

The door was broken again with the deadbolt, and the outside of the door was quiet again, and he was about to walk inside, when suddenly a huge force poured into his body behind him.

This tremendous force came inexplicably and without warning.

It's like it came out of nowhere.

Even he didn't react, his body 'kicked and kicked' and jumped out a few steps, his body twisted, his muscles trembled, and even his body turned at a weird angle before he stopped.

If it weren't for the fact that his body density was far from being comparable to ordinary people, and his control of power had reached an extremely high level.

This force was enough to knock him out.

Yao Qian gathered up and stood, only to feel that his feet were sore and a little sprained!

Looking down at his feet, his face was even more ugly.

What happened just now was by no means so simple, and the power that suddenly burst out was not an illusion of oneself.

He looked behind him, but there was nothing but air.

His eyes circled around the entire ruined temple, the soil layer in the corner of the wall, the cracks in the wall, the hole in the rotten door, and the strange headless statue.

The feeling that something was wrong in his heart came out again, and he always felt as if he had grasped something, but when this inspiration came to his mind, he couldn't grasp it, and it seemed chaotic.

His eyes were like eagles looking at wolves, and his face was already iron-blue.

His eyes unconsciously looked at the statue of the mountain god in front of him, and there was nothing on the bare half of the neck, but he seemed to be able to see that the head above the neck of the mountain god seemed to be showing a strange smile.

And its mutilated arms, the weapons on them, rusty, all seem to have a palpitating chill.

There are also strange eyes in its body, exuding bursts of evil intent and gloomy eyes.

Let him be like a thorn in his back!

stared at the idol in front of him, but the idol was motionless, unchanging, without any weirdness, as if everything was his hallucination.

He looked at the people beside the campfire, all four of whom were still asleep, still sweet, and seemed to be dreaming some kind of sweet dream, and the corners of their mouths were smiling.

One step at a time, pacing slowly.

When I approached the campfire again, I immediately felt a warmth rushing over my body, expelling the coldness just now.

He sat down and twisted his feet, a slight ache in pain, like a pinprick in a pin.

Frowning, the rainstorm outside the house seemed to be even greater.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of the knock on the roof tiles was louder, as if it were raining away.

Constantly adding firewood to the campfire.

Yao Qian felt that the heat flow dissipated a lot of the coldness on his body, and suddenly, he turned around again, and the statue behind him was still sitting motionless, as if there was not the slightest movement for thousands of years.

It's just that its eyes, no, a dozen eyes, still seem to be looking at itself.

There seemed to be all kinds of negative emotions in these eyes, shrouded in them, and even the eyes seemed to be full of vitality and magic all of a sudden, lifelike, as if they were really exactly the same.

Cold sweat seeped out at once.

"No, no, everything is wrong......"

Yao Qian frowned and thought deeply, everything in front of him seemed to be a little discordant, colliding with his thoughts, but he couldn't think of anything wrong.

The firewood in his hand was thrown into the fire again, and the bonfire was ignited again.

Zila, zila......

Looking at the flickering firelight, he suddenly reacted, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the statue of the mountain god behind him.

The corners of his mouth showed a determined smile.

"You're already broken!"

As he spoke, the bonfire burned, and the strange shadow of the old elder dragging on the wall froze for a moment.

Yao Qian stiffened up, opened his eyes, and looked around.

The bonfire was blazing, and the sound of chatting came to my ears.

The confusion in front of him disappeared all at once, Yao Qian looked around, the four of them were chatting quietly behind their backs, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Yao Qian looked to the left, the statue of the mountain god had already collapsed, the last trace of wood that supported the upper body of the idol had been shattered, the entire statue had collapsed together, stacked in a pile, five or six horizontal and vertical arms were supported in all directions, and they were in a strange posture.

"Was it all a dream?"

Yao Qian touched his forehead, a layer of fine beads of sweat on it, and the thought came to his heart.

"Are you alright, sir?" did we wake you up?"

His movement was not loud, but everyone was a few meters away, so they could naturally sense it, and Lao Gao said loudly.

Hearing him speak, Yao Qian felt a burst of popularity, and the weirdest thing he felt just now was that it was too cold and silent.

There was such a big movement, and no one was woken up.

How is this possible?

"It seems that this mountain temple in front of you is indeed a little weird?"

Yao Qian glanced around, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, his head was certain, and he looked towards the front.

A short fork caught his eye.

It was a worn-out fork, the handle of which had been damaged, and only half of it remained, and the severed arm was pinched in his hand, and pointed diagonally towards him.

It seems to have been caused by the collapse of the idol.

The short fork was covered with layers of rust and a strange smell, but the tip of the fork shimmered in the flames.

It's just a few steps away.