Mao Ye and Qi Bing followed Yu Xin cautiously. They were walking through the woods towards the small town of Bozite.
The forest surrounding the high ground, or rather this formation, is quite dangerous. The only way to ensure that you can pass through here is to let Wang Xu or Yu Xin lead the way. Otherwise, even an expert like Qi Bing may not be able to pass through it without a trace.
Without realizing it, the boat capsized in the gutter.
The mirror blade in Yu Xin's hand flashed with a faint purple light. This soul weapon could still function under the stimulation of the demonic power, guiding them to the only way out in this formation.
Qi Bing said: "I have an idea, can we try to burn this forest?"
Master Mao smiled bitterly: "Well, I don't think this is very reliable. The death energy here, that is, the yin energy, is too strong. Ordinary fire cannot burn this place. If we drive a few large bulldozers, it is possible to burn it down."
This place has been bulldozed, but I don’t know whether what will be left after the bulldozing is finished will be a pile of wood or a mountain of corpses.”
Qi Bing added: "There's another thing I don't quite understand. Why are the five of us here? We know each other, and four of them are psychics. How did Manson choose his target?"
Mr. Cat said: "I don't know about that. Although there is a relatively bold guess, there is too little evidence at the moment. For the specific details, we have to look for some clues in the town to know."
Yu Xin turned around and said, "The exit is here."
Master Mao and Qi Bing looked up. In front of them was the path they took into the forest yesterday. As expected, there was actually only one road running through the forest...
When they came to the town, it was still the same scene. Last night's heavy rain did not leave even a puddle. The flow of time in this place seemed very strange. I don't know whether it is fast or slow, or the time here is just...
It's just an illusion...
"There probably won't be anything of much value in those houses. The most important thing is to visit the church," Master Mao said.
"Now that everyone has no spiritual power, it is better to act together. If we fall into a trap like that of the corpse forest and lose contact with others, it will be troublesome." Qi Bing's analysis was very calm and objective.
Yu Xin did not express any objection, so the three of them came to the church together. The moment they pushed the door open and entered, Master Mao's expression changed.
"There are others here," he said.
Judging from his tone, he was very sure. Even though he lost his spiritual consciousness, Cat Master did not know how to immediately detect the presence of other people.
"Come out yourself." Mr. Cat simply glanced around the church: "There is one standing behind the curtain, one squatting behind the pulpit, and three hiding in the confessional."
About ten seconds later, the man behind the pulpit stood up first. It looked like he was an acquaintance, William...
"Boss Cat! Master Cat! It turns out to be you!" He ran over with runny nose and tears.
The cat stepped on William's face and pushed the boy one meter away: "Stop talking nonsense, what is the cat boss? I am a Pokemon?"
"Teacher Gu...is this voice Teacher Gu?" An older man in his forties with a Chinese-character face came out from behind the curtain.
"It turns out to be Professor Hao..." Cat Master smiled.
Professor Hao saw that he was someone he knew and breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and shouted to the other side: "Come out, classmates. It's Teacher Gu from the health room. Lao An, you can come out too. It'll be okay."
The three people who walked out of the confessional were all girls, and they were all students of Xiangyi. But the Lao An that Professor Hao mentioned was walking slowly from the room at the back of the church. This Professor An also taught at Xiangyi.
However, the field he specializes in is relatively unpopular - theology.
As an authority on various religions and theology, his situation in Xiangyi is actually quite subtle. After all, there are very few people interested in this course. In other words, this subject has very little potential in terms of employment prospects and development space.
There is a problem of the threshold being too high...
Think about it, these days... there are more people who want to learn Shaolin martial arts, but fewer people want to practice Buddhist scriptures; more people want to be with nuns, but fewer people want to be with God; there are more people who want to find Taoist nuns to practice dual cultivation, but want to hide in
There are few enlightened people in the mountains and forests. There are also some lamas who want to form local rebel forces...
All in all, in this impetuous era, religion may be just a subject, and it may be just a spiritual sustenance that you have a little understanding of, but few people will regard it as a profession. Therefore, this Professor Ans is basically
I had a false title and made a name for myself in the Department of Archeology, and the treatment was the same as others.
I have to admire the management of Xiangyi... The principle they adhere to is that in our world's super universities, you are only allowed to say you don't want to learn, but you cannot say you can't learn...
Master Mao glanced at Professor Ans. This man gave people a sinister look. He had a middle-parted hair and looked to be in his forties. Perhaps because of his thinness, he looked younger than Professor Hao.
some.
When everyone came together, Professor Hao said: "Teacher Gu, how do you know where we are hiding?"
Master Mao put on his trademark lazy expression and said: "I saw the footprints of five people. Among them, William's steps were heavier, and the soles of his shoes were stained with more sand and soil than others. In addition to indicating that you lack exercise and the asthenia fire is rising, it also
Exposed your position." He turned to look at Professor Hao: "Next time I want to hide behind the curtain, please put your feet in..." Then he looked at the three girls again: "They are all using famous brand perfumes.
Well... there is no way, that high-end product will remain in the air for a longer time, and the fragrance will be more distant."
Finally, Mr. Cat looked at Professor Ans with a half-smiling expression: "Professor Ans didn't leave any footprints. If he hasn't practiced Qing Gong, he must be lighter than a few girls?"
Ans smiled, his smile...how to describe it, ghosts in horror movies usually smile like this...
"Haha, it's just because of my shoes." He pointed to his feet.
Mr. Cat looked down and saw that this person was wearing neither leather shoes nor sports shoes, but a pair of canvas shoes. The style was very close to the small cloth shoes that old ladies with bound feet loved to wear in the old society. The only difference was the material and size.
It's different. The soles of shoes like this are very thin and don't have any complicated textures. Many of them are flat or with horizontal stripes. If you do it deliberately, you can walk silently and leave no footprints wherever you go.
"Teacher Gu, how did you get here? Where is this town called Bozite?" Professor Hao asked.
Cat Master laughed: "Ah... well, we don't know either. We were playing in the hotel a minute ago, and suddenly we came to such a ghost place."
Professor Hao nodded: "That's right...we are the same. Lao An and I were having dinner together, but suddenly we felt lost. Then we arrived here, and these four classmates appeared next to us."
"Oh... when did you guys come here? Have you seen anyone else?" Master Cat asked.
Professor Hao shook his head: "We have been here for probably more than an hour. We walked around the town separately before and found no one. Finally, we came here to rest and discuss the next plan. Then we heard someone's voice outside.
, I didn’t know if there would be any danger, so I hid. I didn’t expect to meet you.”
Mr. Cat said: "Oh...I see." He then turned around and whispered to Qi Bing and Yu Xin: "Now we are in trouble. All of these people are in danger. It seems difficult to protect everyone..."
Professor Hao continued to ask: "Teacher Gu, when did you come?"
Mr. Cat said: "We arrived yesterday, um... there are two other students, Wang Xu and Yan Li, you should know them. They are staying in the big house on the high ground over there, and we found food there.
He Shui, or you..." As he spoke, he walked outside the church and wanted to point out the ancient house to Professor Hao, but an incredible scene happened. That piece of highland, that piece of woods, they returned to the town.
All the small roads disappeared, and there was only endless desert in front of me...
"What's going on?" Qi Bing was asking Yu Xin. She was the only person here who could still use some spiritual power.
Yu Xin's face also became very ugly: "You ask me, who should I ask?"
Master Cat also changed his expression. Now things are really funny. Even the monk ran away with the temple. Up? Apparently not. He murmured in a low voice: "Manson... what on earth are you playing...
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No one knew what Manson was playing, but at this moment Wang Xu had an ominous premonition. This was the instinct of the power of domination. He could sense the coming fatal threat to a certain extent...
Looking at Yan Li on the bed, her high fever was getting worse and she was in a semi-conscious state. Wang Xu carried a bucket of water into the room and kept using wet towels to help Yan Li lower her body temperature. He did not dare to overdo it.
He left the room frequently because Wang Xu was very scared. He was afraid that when he walked in with a basin of water, Yan Li would disappear from his eyes.
At noon, the feeling of uneasiness became more and more serious, and Yan Li's high fever did not go away at all. Originally, she just caught a cold in the rain. Normally, if she took a cold medicine and slept, she would be fine. But the current situation is obviously not right.
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Wang Xu was as anxious as sashimi, and he didn’t even have time to cook it...
Originally, Mr. Cat was a doctor, but now he is not here. Even if he were here, there is no medicine, no equipment, and no Taoism or spiritual ability. As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, so he cannot be of any help.
So Wang Xu can only rely on himself now, but he also has no choice...
Yan Li opened her eyes with difficulty, her voice was very weak: "Wang Xu... I... feel so uncomfortable..."
Wang Xu held her hand and let her lean into his arms, "I know... I know..."
"Am I... going to die?"
"Haha... How is that possible... It's just a cold. It goes away as quickly as it comes..." He squeezed out a smile, but it only lasted a few seconds.
"Don't lie to me... I know... this is not a cold..." Yan Li's expression was painful. Before she could finish her words, she lost consciousness again.
Wang Xu looked at Yan Li in his arms and felt as if the five-flavor bottle had been knocked over in his heart. Many emotions came with heartache at this moment. He only felt useless at this moment. Yan Li's life was disappearing in front of his eyes.
But he was powerless, just like Eleanor back then... Could it be that the ominous premonition was that Yan Li would die?
No! No! I can't bear it anymore, I can't lose her again! No matter it is heaven, earth, people, gods, ghosts, no one can take her life away from me again!
Wang Xu carried Yan Li on his back, kicked the glass of the window, and jumped out from the second floor.
When he landed, he found that the sky was no longer the sky at noon, but dark night, with a new moon hanging in the sky.
Black shadows appeared in Wang Xu's sight one after another. They stood motionless under the moonlight, with distorted expressions resembling smiles on their faces.
These are all wax figures, wax figures covered in human skin...
Wang Xu roughly counted and found that there were more than thirty wax figures. They used a strange position to surround the ancient house, and the grove around the high ground had, at some point, become an endless expanse of land.
