"Comer, why are you also a farmer?" He Shuangxi looked at Wen Tianxin curiously. No matter how he looked at it, the man in front of him didn't look like a farmer, but like a teacher.
"Oh? Didn't you come here to make a deal?" Wen Tianxin lowered his voice and whispered: "It seems that you have come here to make deals many times, and you have left the mark of this ghost temple on your body. This is not What ordinary people can have.”
Wen Tianxin's eyes were glowing with a cold gray light at the moment. Under the dim candlelight in the temple, if he didn't look carefully, He Shuangxi might have ignored it subconsciously.
When he heard what the other party said about the ghost temple brand, he felt even more confused.
Adhering to the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, He Shuangxi subconsciously took a step back. The smile on his face seemed a lot more awkward, and his whole person looked a little stiff and unnatural.
"Huh? My friend, why is the mark on your body so complete? This is the first time I have seen such a complete mark." Wen Tianxin seemed not to notice anything unusual about him, and was still amazed.
But how could He Shuangxi care so much? He suppressed the panic in his heart and turned around to leave the temple.
But perhaps because the wind was too strong, the wooden door closed in front of him with a "bang" sound. Upon seeing this, he immediately stepped forward and tried to push open the dilapidated wooden door.
But no matter how hard he tried, the dilapidated wooden door remained motionless and tightly closed.
Suddenly, an arm without any body temperature, as stiff as a dead person, was placed on his shoulder. The palm of its hand grasped his shoulder tightly and dragged him behind him.
"boom--"
He Shuangxi was dragged by this strange force and thrown directly onto the pillar of the ruined temple. He felt severe pain and couldn't help but scream out.
"W-what are you going to do!?" He Shuangxi's voice was trembling. Before he could take a breath, he felt another kick in his stomach.
His body was hunched over like a shrimp, and his whole body was trembling. He didn't understand why this stranger, whom he had just met for the first time today, would do such a heavy hand.
"What on earth are you going to do? When did I offend you?" He Shuangxi finally regained his breath and almost roared to vent his dissatisfaction.
"I didn't expect that even I would be mistaken." Wen Tianxin did not answer He Shuangxi's question. He walked slowly to Shuangxi's side, staring at him coldly with both eyes.
This kind of look was something He Shuangxi had never seen before, but he had only seen similar looks on corpses placed in the village morgue. They were lifeless, shriveled and colorless.
"I ask, you answer. If you don't tell or talk nonsense, I will go down the mountain and kill your child. Do you understand?" Wen Tianxin ignored He Shuangxi's shock and anger, and just said lightly: "Nod if you understand."
"you this……"
What he wanted to say was swallowed back into his stomach. In front of him, there was a black muzzle pointing at his eyebrows, and Wen Tianxin's eyes became more ruthless.
Helpless, he had no choice but to nod.
"Very good, how old are you this year?" Wen Tian said with satisfaction.
"I, I am twenty-four years old this year."
"Well, how old is your child this year?"
Hearing the word child, He Shuangxi's eyes widened and he roared: "You bastard, what do you want to do to my child!?"
"boom--"
A dull gunshot broke the silence of Qingchen Mountain. Fortunately, the heavy rain covered up the gunshot. Otherwise, curious villagers would definitely come here.
Rain can wash away all traces.
He Shuangxi trembled and covered his arms, but his eyes were still staring at Wen Tianxin, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces and feed them to the dogs.
"Last chance, answer my question, otherwise I won't kill you, but I will kill your children, your relatives, and your friends. Don't doubt that I have the ability and the capital. ." Wen Tianxin said coldly.
"Beast..." He Shuangxi gritted his teeth and said, "Five years old, he is only five years old this year, you beast."
"Very good, last question, where are your parents?" Wen Tianxin ignored He Shuangxi's curse at all. He would only focus on the results of the questions he asked now.
"You beast, how can I know where they are!" He Shuangxi seemed to be stimulated by something, and he cursed angrily: "Those two beasts who are in charge of management and careless about raising people, I curse them to die a good death."
When Wen Tianxin heard this, he stared straight at He Shuangxi. After a while, he said again: "It's really unexpected that a person who has been a strange person since he was born from his mother's womb can get to this point."
"What did you say?"
"It's nothing, you are a drug guide now, and I will use your life to save my nephew." Wen Tianxin's voice became colder: "You can resist, this is your last freedom."
"You, you..." He Shuangxi's body kept shaking. What he was afraid of was not the gun in the other person's hand, nor the words coming out of the other person's mouth, but those eyes.
Those eyes were as cold as a corpse that had been dead for a long time.
next moment.
Wen Tianxin walked forward slowly, and this memory ended here. The most critical part was also hidden. No one knew what happened after that. It might be a mystery.
Wen Zhong frowned deeply. He was very familiar with the middle-aged man with a mustache named Wen Tianxin. That was his second uncle who had brought him here before.
And the identity of that child is also coming out. It is Wen Zhong when he was a child, but now he has no memory of this matter.
At this moment, he smelled the smell of blood and turned to look at the ruins nearby. He saw many bloody handprints suddenly appearing on one of the walls.
Immediately afterwards, these bloody handprints became denser and denser, almost covering the entire wall. Finally, these bloody handprints formed a bloody character composed entirely of blood.
"Those who have passed the first two rituals, this is the last ritual you have to go through. There is a total of one living person present. Please solve the supernatural incident that happened on Qingchen Mountain before dawn. If you cannot solve it within the time limit, Do it at your own risk.”
Looking at the familiar words in blood, he looked at the time on the satellite phone. It was now twelve o'clock in the morning, and there were only six hours left before dawn.
In other words, Wen Zhong needs to solve this supernatural incident according to the requirements of the blood writing on the wall within these six hours.
"Are you kidding me? You want me to solve a supernatural incident?" Wen Zhong stared at the wall with flickering eyes, his face becoming a little ugly.
