The young man knelt in front of the small house and kept praying.
As Wang Ye came, the man suddenly turned around, glanced at Wang Ye, exclaimed, and ran up the mountain quickly.
Wang Ye subconsciously wanted to stop him, but a tree next to him suddenly swayed, stretched out a branch and pulled it down, and Wang Ye ducked sideways.
The branches hit the ground with a roar.
As if it was some kind of signal, the trees moved. They did not take the initiative to attack Wang Ye, but just blocked the young man's way of leaving.
"Won't you let me chase you?"
Wang Ye glanced at the direction in which the young man fled and said to himself.
After gathering his thoughts, Wang Ye squatted on the ground and looked at the small house in front of him.
Approximately 30cm high and 20cm wide.
The house has no door, and there is an altar inside. On the altar stands a dwarf made of clay.
The entire house was made of simple bricks and looked very shabby, and even the bricks were full of cracks.
The clay dwarf's eyes were closed.
In front of the house, there was a small incense burner, but there was no ashes in it.
"Is this... one of the three statues?"
With a thoughtful look in his eyes, Wang Ye took out a letter, lit it, and threw it into the incense burner.
After the envelope was lit, plumes of smoke rose.
The green smoke condensed but never dispersed, and finally floated towards the little clay figure in the room.
The little clay figure seemed to have come to life. The tip of his nose twitched slightly as he inhaled the green smoke. His eyes that had been closed seemed to be opening at this moment.
...
A low roar sounded.
A monkey missing an arm suddenly appeared from a distance, jumping continuously on the top of the tree, holding a stone in its hand, and threw it at Wang Ye's head, accompanied by the roar of the wind.
Wang Ye frowned, turned sideways, and dodged the stone!
The one-armed monkey seemed very angry, standing in the distance and screaming at Wang Ye.
The screams grew louder and louder.
Soon, in the distant town, the lights of every house came on.
Following the sound of the door opening, countless figures ran stiffly towards the back hill.
The monkey waved to Wang Ye in a show-off manner, jumped to the ground and picked up a stone again, but this time it did not throw it at Wang Ye, but at the small house.
At this point the envelope was about half burned.
The clay figure in the room opened his eyes about halfway, and wisps of yin energy leaked out.
Wang Ye calmly grabbed the stone in his hand and blocked it for the house.
Based on the quality of this dilapidated house, Wang Ye doubted whether it would collapse if a stone fell on it.
The monkey was so angry that he thundered on the spot, his expression gradually became ferocious, and there was faint blood flowing from the wound where one of his arms was broken.
Its eyes turned blood red, and the people ran faster and faster, their eyes dull.
And it aimed at his only remaining arm and bit it hard.
Pulling it off hard, the arm fell off.
The moment the arm fell to the ground, it turned into a smaller monkey, but with a very strong physique. It jumped onto the tree and reached Wang Ye's head in a few ups and downs.
With a roar, it crashed down hard.
Wang Ye took a step back. The moment the monkey landed, he raised the Ghost Sword. When he raised his hand, the sword fell!
The monkey's head was chopped off directly by Wang Ye.
At this time, those ordinary people, the fastest group, had arrived at the back mountain, and happened to see this scene in front of them through the moonlight.
"Angel of God!"
"God made him..."
With disbelief, these people knelt on the ground one after another.
The old monkey not far away who had completely lost his arm was also surprised. He obviously didn't expect that his arm would be disposed of so easily.
At this point the envelope has almost burned out!
Silently, the bright moon in the sky seemed to turn blood red at this moment.
And the minds of those people returned to clarity from sluggishness.
"Are we... not dead yet?"
"Failed..."
"I don't want to live anymore, let me die..."
Countless cries of despair, confusion, and pain came from the mouths of these people, but the blood moon emitted a faint red light, shrouding these people, and once again shrouded the clarity in their eyes with a layer of red mist.
The envelope burned completely to ashes.
In the short brick house, the clay man's eyes were fully opened, exuding endless majesty. He glanced at Wang Ye from afar, clasped his hands in a very retro etiquette, and then the short house emitted a faint light. , disappearing deep into the soil.
Everything returned to normal, except for the old monkey not far away, staring at Wang Ye with resentful eyes.
Wang Ye picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at the old monkey. It frightened the old monkey and ran away in a hurry. Although it had no arms, it was still very flexible in its movements.
The group of people turned around numbly again, wandering back to their homes as if they were sleepwalking.
Wang Ye watched all this silently, and after making sure that nothing unusual would happen again, he followed the young man's escape route and chased after him.
The trees on both sides returned to silence and no longer blocked Wang Ye's movements.
Gradually, Wang Ye came to the top of the back mountain. It was said to be a mountain, but in fact it was just a taller dirt bag.
At this time, the young man was sitting on a rock on the top of the mountain, raising his head blankly and looking at the red moon in the sky.
"Can you see me?"
Wang Ye came behind the young man silently and said calmly.
The young man seemed not surprised by Wang Ye's arrival. He looked a little lonely and nodded.
"What's in that low room?"
Wang Ye sat next to the young man, also raised his head and looked at the blood moon.
It's strange that this blood moon only appeared after he burned the envelope, but... it should be limited to Iron Bridge Town.
He has tested and found that there is a signal for mobile phones in this place. If such a change really occurred in a large area, the old fox would have called his own phone and tried to deceive himself into becoming a free labor force.
The young man turned around and looked at Wang Ye.
His face looked a little pale, and his eyes were sunken deep into his sockets.
He stretched out his finger, pointed at his mouth, and shook his head.
"Are you speechless?" Wang Ye asked.
The young man nodded.
"Ah..."
Wang Ye chuckled, picked up a branch from the ground, and threw it over: "Then write it out."
"If you say you are illiterate, I will push you down the back hill without hesitation."
"Besides, I heard you when you were kneeling in front of the short house. You are not mute."
Wang Ye stood up, his eyes were cold, and his body exuded a faint murderous aura.
The young man's body was stunned and froze in place.
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My health is much better, my high fever has gone away, but my head is still a little dizzy due to the drowsiness caused by taking medicine. Work hard to pay off your debt...Thank you for everyone's concern, I am very touched.
