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As the sun sets, the riverside temple is broken.

The river is rushing, and the setting sun seems to fall into the river, dyeing the surface of the river with a brilliant evening glow.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, this warm light stopped outside the ruined temple, and the ruined temple was entrenched in darkness.

As soon as he got closer, Shu Bailing shivered, as if he felt cold.

"It's a ghostly place, it's not a good place. ”

He muttered, and began to sincerely trust Ning Feng's judgment.

"Why didn't I think of that?"

Shu Bailing followed Ning Feng step by step, crossed the high threshold of the broken temple, knocked on his head, and thought in annoyance: "I was just stupidly moved, but I didn't want to think about it, if there was another reason for this, I almost let go of the real demon." ”

After he was annoyed, his eyes began to roll, not for the scene in the broken temple, but for pondering, if it weren't for Ning Feng in front of him, he would still rather be unexpected.

"The demon in the broken temple, I don't know what kind of existence zài?"

There is nothing to see in the ruined temple, it is pitch black, the broken walls are hung with cobwebs, and the original vermilion pillars are mottled with paint, full of desolation and vicissitudes.

"Bang~"

Ning Feng took the fire fold and lit the candle on the incense table.

God knows which year the remnants of the candle can still be lit, and in the blink of an eye, the broken temple is bright.

On the ground, the straw is messily laid out, and there are traces of bonfires, messy and messy, I think that in many cases, this deserted and dilapidated temple is a place for beggars, ruffians and other characters to move.

The surrounding situation Ning Feng and the two of them swept it at a glance, and the next moment, the two of them looked at the incense case in unison.

In the ruined temple, the only thing that has been preserved intact is a statue.

And then the beggars and ruffians, after all, they have a little reverence for the gods, and even if they look at it, they are not the wild gods of the gods.

"What kind of god is this?"

Shu Bailing scratched his head, "Why does it look like a ......?"

"Joker!"

Ning Feng lightly finished his unfinished words.

The statue on the incense table looks like a clown.

Ordinary statues of gods, whether they are wood carved clay sculptures, are solemn and magnificent. What about this? lame, hunchbacked, slumped-shouldered, deformed arms, one-eyed...... , his face is covered with oil paint, and there is a small red square on his nose, which looks like a harlequin on the stage.

Shu Bailing didn't know what a "clown" was, but he knew the clown, so he patted his thigh and said, "Ah, it's the clown." ”

"Hmm~~" he continued to comment, "Look at this look, it should be the ugly of the clown." ”

The harlequin on the stage is divided into two types: Wen Chou and Wu Chou, Ning Feng is not very familiar with it, Shu Bailing said that it is Wen Chou, that is Wen Chou.

In front of the statue of Wen Chou, Ning Feng carried it on his body with one hand, picked up a broken candle with the other, held it high to illuminate the statue of Wen Chou, and said, "Lao Shu, I don't know if you have a thing?"

The more Shu Bailing looked at the ugly statue, the more panicked he felt, knowing that Ning Feng's words were not for him, so he asked commotionally, "What's the matter?"

"Wounds. ”

Ning Feng's hand holding the remnant candle did not tremble at all, but the expression on his face was cloudy and uncertain, as if he was angry.

"The first time we saw it, the last time we saw it, the wounds on Madame Mu's body were visibly deeper and longer. ”

"Ah~"

This time it was not cooperation, Shu Bailing thought about it for a while, and now it was indeed the case, and at the same time vaguely guessed what Ning Feng wanted to say.

This speculation was too terrifying, and it also made him too reluctant to think about it, and as soon as the idea came out, he was snuffed out in the bud, leaving only the words "probably not" floating.

"I can't help but wonder, on that day eight months ago, in the wind and rain, in the broken temple, under the ruffian pain and dancing the knife in a panic, how badly did Mrs. Mu hurt?"

Ning Feng shook his head and put the remnant candle on the incense table again.

The firelight flickered, reflecting the face of the statue of Wen Chou, and the expression was changing, making people feel cold and hairy.

Ning Feng stood there with his hands in his hands, first explaining something to Shu Bailing, and then raised his head and looked at the statue of Wen Chou.

After hearing this, Shu Bailing looked at Ning Feng in disbelief, her lips trembling, as if she wanted to ask why.

Ning Feng ignored him and said in a calm voice, "Not long ago, Lady Mu died. ”

But she died peacefully, and the child was born safely, and she was a little daughter, very lovely, and grew up as beautiful as her mother. ”

"In the end, don't be surprised, I did it. ”

When Ning Feng said this, it seemed to have attracted something, and with a "boom", thunder exploded in the sky, and dark clouds rolled like anger, boiling towards the sky above the broken temple and the bank of the big river.

When Ning Feng's voice fell, Shu Bailing gritted his teeth, turned around and ran out of the broken temple.

He looked back at Ning Feng's straight back in front of the statue of Wen Chou, as if he hesitated, he still made up his mind, followed Ning Feng's instructions, ran away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“...... I did it...... I did it...... I did ......"

The last four words that Ning Feng shouted were accompanied by muffled thunder, echoing in the ruined temple, causing smoke and dust to fall down.

He stood there, letting the smoke fall on his head and clothes, and stared at the statue of the god Wenchou.

Ning Feng's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, word by word, every word seemed to burst out from between his teeth, and there was an indescribable coldness:

"She ~Originally~ didn't have to die. ”

"Right!"

Ning Feng shouted loudly, pointed out with one hand, and pointed directly at the statue of Wen Chou, as if he was questioning sharply.

Where is anyone stupid enough to question the idol?

No matter how good the carving is, no matter how bright the color is, the wood carving clay sculpture is the wood carving clay sculpture, can you still speak?

Isn't it disrespectful to finger the idol?

What these bare-ass children in the countryside won't do, Ning Feng just did.

Then, the statue of Wen Chou, really answered.

"Yes!"

A word, such as the wooden door that has not been opened for many years and has not been opened for a long time, suddenly opened the screeching sound.

Ning Feng's face sank like water in an instant, and the answer he didn't want to see was confirmed.

He closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again.

It was just a blink of an eye, and Ning Feng's mind restored what had happened in this place, just eight months ago.

Under the severe pain, in a panic, he slashed indiscriminately, and Mrs. Mu was stabbed several times in the back, and she fainted in pain, and a large pool of blood flowed out.

The atmosphere of the broken temple was gloomy and terrifying, there was thunder and lightning at that time, the thunder was rolling, and the ruffians were suspicious of the dark ghosts, thinking that they were murderous, so they fled the way.

Such an injury, even if it is bloodshed, may not be able to bleed, right?

Madame Wood doesn't know!

When she woke up, she still had severe pain in her back, maybe she had a fetal gas, and her stomach was aching. Single-mindedly to save the child, Mrs. Mu, who gave birth to her, made a wish to the statue of Wenchou......

"Hahaha~"

Ning Feng looked up to the sky and snorted a haha, obviously laughing, but he didn't feel the slightest smile.

"Obviously, you are not injured to death, but you, the evil god, took the opportunity to use your hands and feet to lure her to burn her life, burn her mother's love, and really wanted her life. ”

"You ruined a family, bereaved a man's wife, deprived a baby of its mother, and made a great mother pay with her life. ”

"Do you know what you did?"

Ning Fengsheng questioned, his eyes were blazing, and the anger that came out of it was full of anger. If the anger had substance, it would have ignited the broken wood carving long ago and turned it into a raging flame.

"You know, what did you do?"

The same content came from the statue of Wen Chou high above.

"Crunch ~ Crunch ~~"

The statue of Wen Chou moved little by little, as if a person who had been sleeping for a long time was moving his hands and feet.

"You've ruined a masterpiece of mine. ”

"A masterpiece?"

Ning Feng repeated, becoming more and more angry, and shouted: "In your opinion, those are just a play, right?"

"Take beautiful things, ruin miè to show people, this is your masterpiece?"

The statue nodded, and the mottled oil paint on his face couldn't help peeling off, looking more and more eerie.

"My name is Wen Chouchou. ”

"You are my confidant, I sue you by name. ”

"Still, you're going to die!"

"Boom~~"

With a loud bang, the statue of Wen Chou stood up, his arms shook, the roof of the broken temple first flew up, and when the air collapsed, countless tiles, cracked beams and pillars, rained down.

"Rumble Rumble ~~"

There were several loud bangs, and the four walls collapsed as if they had been struck by elephants.

In the smoke and dust billowing on all sides, a statue of a god and a scholar are facing each other.

"Look, everyone!"

"Come and see the youkai. ”

“......”

There was a noise on all sides, and fires were lit on all sides, and the torches lit up fire dragons in the dark night.

Around the ruined temple, hundreds of neighboring villagers gathered, and those who continued to come 6 did not know themselves.

The statue of Wen Chou paused, he didn't seem to expect this situation, and he was stunned for a while.

In addition to the destruction of the ground in the ruined temple, Ning Feng and Wen Chouchou inside can see the situation outside, and the villagers outside can naturally see it as well.

"Hiss~"

After gasping for air, everyone held their breath and watched this scene in a daze.

At the forefront of the villagers is Shu Bailing.

After completing the task assigned by Ning Feng, he struggled between the two choices of shrinking into the crowd or rushing forward, or gritting his teeth, stomping his feet, and rushing.

"I'm old Shu, come here!"

Shu Bailing rushed forward, taking out the talisman from his arms while rushing, a handful in his left hand, a handful in his right hand, obviously full of his hand, stumbling under his feet, and exclaiming in his mouth, a heavenly girl scattered flowers came to the talisman in his hand.

"This ...... That ......"

Shu Bailing was stupid, and wanted to squat down to pick up the talisman, but when the wind blew, one was counted as one, and all of them were blown into the river next to him and disappeared.

He wanted to cry without tears, he couldn't advance or retreat, standing between the statue of Wenchou, Ning Feng, and the villagers, it was really not moving forward, not retreating.

Actually, there is no need for him.

"Dead?"

Ning Feng shook his head and smiled, a hand stretched out from his sleeve, and a golden talisman was held between his fingers.

"I'm telling you all this, just to make sure don't waste a sun rune on me. ”

"It's expensive. ”

Ning Feng lightly spit out the last three words, suddenly raised his head, raised his arms, and aimed at the statue of Wen Chou in unison, regardless of his eyes or hands.

"Boom~"

There was a violent shock in his mind, and the Sun God Palace broke through the haze and imagined it, and the Sun God Light in his body spurted and moved, and in a trance, he seemed to be able to see a glorious God Palace, suspended behind his head.

Even more brilliant is the Sun Rune.

"Sun God Palace!"

Wen Chouchou exclaimed, "It's you !! again"

There was endless panic in his voice, and there was anger that could not be concealed, as if some scar had been revealed.

"Why do you say again?"

Such a thought flashed through Ning Feng's mind, and then he smiled, without the intention of finding the root of the matter, and waved his hand holding the Sun Talisman gently.

"Whew!"

A white light with the thickness of a thigh burst out, and in an instant, it illuminated a radius of hundreds of zhang.

In the effort of a thought, Ning Feng's sun divine light was exhausted, and his whole person suddenly dimmed, and he hit the pillar of light on the statue of Wen Chou who couldn't dodge, but it was so bright that there was a red sun in the dark night.

"Ahhhh

The statue of Wen Chou was screaming, and countless tiny pillars of light burst out from the inside of the statue, and each small pillar of light would bring down pieces of wood or stone.

After a few breathless efforts, under the light burial, the statue of Wen Chou disintegrated.

There was only one voice full of resentment, echoing in the night sky that had dimmed again:

"We'll see you again. ”

"As long as there is a tragic statue in the world, we will definitely see it again. ”

"The next time we meet, I'm going to let you fall at the most glorious time, and it must be another ~~ masterpiece at that time!"

The sound drifted away, and hundreds of villagers were silent, looking at the field in horror.

There, the statue of Wen Chou collapsed and collapsed, and the scholarly robe on Ning Feng's body turned into a sun robe in the strong light, he shrugged his shoulders casually, spread his hands, and said lightly:

"I'll wait for you. ”