As Xiaosi entered the Qin Mansion, the cracks on the plaque widened a bit more.
The blood-red Qin character, I don’t know if it’s because of melted dye or dripping blood...
Drops of red liquid followed the plaque and fell to the ground.
The white lantern spontaneously ignited out of thin air, illuminating the entire Qin Mansion brightly and exuding a faint smell of rotting corpses.
The white cloth hanging on the plaque suddenly fell down, hooked on the door of the house, and closed it!
But Xiaosi's pace didn't even pause, and he still walked forward numbly and hollowly.
Judging from the location, it is right in the main hall.
The servant's room opened silently, and one eye lay at the crack of the door to look at it quietly, with a treacherous and cunning look in his eyes.
Finally, Xiaosi stood at the door of the main hall, pushed the door open, and revealed the simple coffin inside.
Strangely, as Xiao Si appeared, the coffin suddenly stood upright and the coffin panels opened on their own.
only...
'Wang Ye', who was originally lying inside, disappeared without knowing when.
Xiao Si raised his legs and stepped into the coffin. The coffin panels closed automatically, and then the coffin fell back to the ground.
The main hall door was closed, and everything seemed to be quiet again.
only...
The moment the main hall door closed, the scene in the room suddenly changed.
Corpse forest, blood river, wooden bridge...
And this coffin was buried at the bottom of the Blood River, allowing it to be washed away by the blood!
on the bridge.
The man in red robe still had his hands behind his back and looked into the distance.
It's just different from the last time Wang Ye came. Next to this man, stood a figure wearing Wang Ye's face.
The same face, hemp rope, cold...
He imitated the posture of the middle-aged man in red robe and put his hands on his back, but the middle-aged man in red robe was looking into the distance, while he was... looking at the back of the red robe.
Bloody river bottom.
The coffin board seemed to want to be opened, but it encountered great resistance under the wash of the river of blood.
but...
The coffin board is still opening at a slow speed.
On both sides of the blood river, there was a forest of corpses, with pairs of eyes open, emitting green light in the darkness.
You can vaguely see the broken skeletons in the river of blood swimming desperately towards the coffin, blocking the coffin board, preventing the coffin from being opened.
finally...
The coffin board halted progress.
The two people on the bridge just looked at everything happening below indifferently, without making any movement.
only...
The wind on the bridge seems to be a little cooler.
After a long time, 'Wang Ye' cut open his stomach, took out a book, and put it in the red robe's hands like a show off. Then he jumped into the river of blood and was swept away by the rapid river, without knowing where he was going.
Hongpao held the book and seemed a little dazed.
Then, for the first time, a pale, dry arm stretched out from the wide sleeves and slowly opened the book...
And the coffin slowly disappeared into the river of blood, as if it had never appeared before.
…
Xiao'an Temple!
Standing at the entrance of Xiao'an Temple, Wang Ye looked back with a hint of reminiscence.
At that time at Xiao'an Temple, the level of danger was at the forefront of all tasks.
If I had delayed even three seconds at night, I would have fallen here!
Even if he completed the task, he almost let the kowtow ghost send him away.
But what impressed Wang Ye the most was the supernatural objects everywhere in Xiaoan Temple.
He just took a wooden fish and saved his life behind the bronze door, but unfortunately it was destroyed in the end.
But the two remaining incense sticks on the case, the backyard that I have never been to, and even the terrifying bell...
If you can get something here, this trip to the wasteland will be almost perfect.
Evernight, although there is danger everywhere, there are also opportunities everywhere.
Under the nourishment of ghost energy, the strength of many ghosts has reached a bottleneck. If they want to break through, they will subconsciously move closer to a place full of blood energy.
This makes the depths of the wasteland safer than the outer edges.
"Brother, is this a Buddhist place?"
Xiaowu's face was full of disgust, and he said while carrying the sedan.
Wang Ye nodded: "I always feel that there are a lot of secrets about the Buddhist clan in this temple, but currently the strength is sealed. Last time I just walked into a room and I couldn't hold on any longer."
"If I hadn't been sealed, I would have pushed him!"
Xiao Wu said angrily with his shiny bald head.
"Let's go and take a look first."
Wang Ye glanced at the seemingly ordinary plaque of Xiao'an Temple again and walked in.
After going back last time, he always felt that there was something wrong with the plaque.
But when I looked again this time, I still couldn’t find the source of the problem.
If circumstances permit, you might try to take it back before you leave.
In the courtyard.
There are still monks wearing monk's robes hanging on the old tree, swaying in the wind.
After Wang Ye entered, the corpses of these monks all turned to Wang Ye with empty eyes.
Xiaowu, on the other hand, jumped down from the wall with a sedan on his back, making a loud thud.
Not far away is the main hall where Wang Ye entered last time.
At this time, the door was open, and you could see that some of the gold paint on the Buddha statue had fallen off, and you could vaguely see flesh and blood squirming inside.
With a solemn expression on his face, Wang Ye even took out the broken brush before bypassing the old tree and entering the main hall.
The first time he came in, his eyes were on the incense table, and then his pupils shrank slightly.
One is missing!
The only remaining long incense stick was placed quietly.
But, this is not right!
Wang Ye has taken the risk to test the post office several times. Judging from the actions of the post office, he should be the only one suitable for the current post office!
Even if there is more than just me, it should be the one with higher value in the eyes of the post office.
So...if the incense at Xiaoan Temple was not arranged by the post office, who would put it on it?
You must know that the last time I tried to follow a path before leaving, I was almost killed by a mysterious existence.
For a moment, Wang Ye was full of doubts.
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Ye walked to the incense table and touched the incense.
...
A crisp bell sounded, Wang Ye's body shook slightly, and a drop of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Really?"
"There will still be something stopping you!"
With helplessness, Wang Ye retracted his hand.
It can be said that Xiao'an Temple is the most stingy place Wang Ye has ever seen. Even if it is as small as a wooden fish, it will issue a death notice and threaten it.
