Chapter 7 Return

The san value is reset to zero on the spot.

A chill rose from the tailbone and went straight to the Tianling Cap. Zhang Yuanqing was like a cat with fried hair, jumping high on the spot and blurting out a national curse:

"Fuck the mud horse!"

This is the instinctive instinct of people to vocalize unconsciously when they are strongly stimulated or frightened.

He finally understood why his shoulders were so sore and why the corpse by the window had to carry a bronze mirror with him.

This is to observe whether there is any evil spirit lying on my shoulders.

When did it lie on my shoulder, when walking into the courtyard, or into this room?

Who gave me the courage to go out and explore, Liang Jingru? !

My mind felt like it was exploding, all kinds of thoughts popped up in an instant, and panic came over me like a frenzy.

Although he knew that there was something weird and scary in this temple, and he was already prepared in his heart, when he actually faced the ghosts, he still felt unspeakable panic.

By the way, I have the talisman... Zhang Yuanqing took out the yellow paper talisman from the left pocket of his jacket with trembling hands, and stuck it on his shoulder like a dead horse. .

Snapped!

The Corpse Suppressing Talisman was patted on his shoulder. He raised the brass mirror and looked at it carefully. The man with a pale face, black lips, and a pair of dead white eyes was still lying on his shoulder.

It's useless, this thing is not a corpse-like fetus... The last trace of luck is gone. Zhang Yuanqing feels his shoulders becoming more and more sore, and his hands and feet feel cold.

These are not illusions, they are real losses of yang energy.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing thought of the corpse under the table in the main hall and the senior who died tragically under the window. Next, he would probably die here like the two of them.

A bone-chilling chill surged through my heart.

"Da da!"

Suddenly, at this fatal moment, there were slight footsteps in the corridor outside.

The footsteps were light, but very clear in the silent night.

.......Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled, and he quickly squatted down next to the body under the window.

The footsteps were somewhat familiar, similar to the sounds he heard when he entered the temple.

"Da da da......"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, heading this way. Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to breathe, his whole body was tense, and he could vaguely hear his own frantic heartbeat.

When the footsteps passed by the window, Zhang Yuanqing still couldn't help it and glanced at the floor of the room. The moonlight shone in, forming a lattice window shadow on the ground.

The window was not high, only reaching to the waist. With a normal person's height, the moonlight would definitely be reflected on the ground when he passed by the window, but he didn't see anything.

This means that things passing by outside the window have no bodies.

Fortunately, the footsteps passed by the window, did not stop, did not enter the house, and gradually faded away.

Phew...Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief silently, and focused on catching the sound of footsteps going away, and heard them stepping into the yard, making a "rustling" sound of stepping on the weeds.

Then it stopped, and a few seconds later, footsteps sounded again.

This time the footsteps were not just walking, but steps with a certain regularity and rhythm.

What is it doing in the yard?

Zhang Yuanqing supported his cold body, stood up with some difficulty, and looked out through the tattered window paper.

Under the moonlight, among the grass, a pair of brand-new, Western-style red dancing shoes tap danced in the night.

Moonlight night, deserted temple, red dancing shoes, dancing alone.

This scene looks absurd and weird, but also reveals an unspeakable... loneliness?

How come there is a pair of Western-style dancing shoes in a mountain temple in the Ming Dynasty?

This ruined temple was getting weirder and weirder... He squatted back quietly and waited patiently.

As time passed, the resentful spirit lying on his shoulders continued to grab his yang energy. The stiffness in his body became more and more severe, and the soreness in his shoulders turned into tingling pain.

He felt that if he continued like this, he would either run out of Yang Qi and die, or die from a broken shoulder bone.

In the painful suffering, the dance in the yard disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing still didn't dare to show his head. After waiting for a moment, he cautiously poked his head through the window and looked into the yard.

The yard was filled with moonlight, the grass stood quietly, and the strange pair of dancing shoes left.

"call......."

He let out a breath of relief, and just as he was about to stand up, his knees sank and he fell to the ground.

After the tense nerves relaxed and the adrenaline subsided, he realized that his condition was worse than he thought.

There was a burning pain in the shoulder, the bones seemed to be split, the knee joints were stiff, and the blood seemed to be solidified.

Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the bronze mirror tremblingly. In the dusty mirror, Zhang Yuanqing saw that his face was pale, his expression was depressed, and his pupils were dim. This is not a normal person. He is clearly a diseased seedling that has run out of oil and dried up.

On his shoulder, the resentful spirit with black lips stared at him strangely and silently.

If he continues like this, he will definitely die, but what can he do? Nothing could touch the wraith on his shoulder.

The intense pain in his shoulder bones forced him to lean against the wall to support his body.

He turned his head and looked at the corpses of the senior workers. One corpse and one corpse were in exactly the same posture.

"So that's it..." Zhang Yuanqing smiled bitterly.

He seemed to have seen his own end and heard the sigh of death.

But Zhang Yuanqing did not give up the desire to survive. His brain was still active, like an overloaded CPU, looking for hope of survival in a desperate situation.

In the lightning flash, the body under the table in the main hall flashed past in the complex and chaotic information flow.

"The two corpses have different degrees of shoulder bone fractures. The shoulder injury of the corpse in the main hall is not fatal. Did the vengeful spirit let him go? No, the vengeful spirit cannot be merciful..."

"Why did he hide under the table..."

"The red dancing shoes followed me secretly when I entered the temple, but when I entered the main hall, they left..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing's dim and turbid pupils lit up with hope.

Go back to the main hall, go back to the main hall immediately!

He stood up immediately and staggered out of the house. Every step he took was very difficult, as if he was carrying a big mountain.

"Plop!"

He fell down in the yard and fell into the grass, unable to stand up again.

Zhang Yuanqing's teeth trembled and collided up and down, making a clicking sound, and he felt like he was in the freezing cold winter.

The "severe cold" takes away the heat and erodes the will.

Zhang Yuanqing crawled toward the main hall little by little, using all his strength. He held his head high, letting his eyes always reflect the outline of the building in front of him.

This way the hope in your eyes will not be extinguished.

It only takes about a minute to walk from the main hall, but now it feels as far away as the end of the world and the ends of the sea.

Finally, the moment he climbed into the corner of the main hall, an illusory scream sounded in his ears. With a light shoulder, the cold, dizziness, stiffness and other negative effects disappeared instantly.

Zhang Yuanqing climbed up onto the pedestal, staggered around to the front of the main hall, pushed open the lattice door, and fell into the threshold.

Candlelight is like a bean, dispersing the gloom and bringing warmth like a spring breeze.

He lay on the ground in a large shape, with his chest heaving and breathing heavily. He lay like this for two or three minutes before he felt that he was finally alive.

"It's terrible, it's terrible... My guess was right, the main hall is a safe haven."

Based on the difference in injuries on the shoulders of the two skeletons, he judged that something must have stopped the resentful spirit from pursuing the man in the temple.

The worker under the table curled up and died, which is in line with a person's hiding psychology when he is in extreme fear.

In the heart of this senior worker, the main temple is safe.

Hong Dancing Shoes gave up chasing him, which confirmed this guess.

For the next time, Zhang Yuanqing stayed in the main hall until the pain in his shoulder subsided and his body temperature returned.

Sure enough, he never encountered any danger again.

"If the main hall is a safe house, then my hope of survival will undoubtedly be greatly increased. Even if the resentful spirit sucks my sperm again, I can escape back to the main hall. But if I encounter the resentful spirit and be chased by the red dancing shoes, I guess I can't escape back to the main hall.

"And the strangest and most terrifying source of this temple is definitely not just the resentful spirits..."

He was not proud of resolving a life and death crisis. This ancient temple was not that simple.

You must know that an entire construction team died here before him.

After resting for a long time, he gradually let go of his fear and was hesitating whether to continue exploring.

The voice in my mind sounded again:

[Main mission 1: Survive for three hours (completed)]

[Main mission two: Exploring spiritual realm No. 0079, progress: 20%]

[Yuanshi Tianzun, congratulations on completing a main task, and the rewards are being settled for you...]

[Items/Props Obtained: Corpse Suppression Talisman (can be viewed in the inventory). 】

[Experience gained: 15%]

[The inventory has been unlocked. 】

[You will get 36 hours of rest time. The next time spiritual realm 0079 opens: 35:59:40. 】

The scenery in the main hall was distorted, like water wrinkled by the wind.

When the picture became clear again, Zhang Yuanqing saw the bright energy-saving lamps, the spacious bed, the desk, the PS5 game console, and the open windows. The wind blew in and the curtains swayed slightly.

He is back in the world.

"came back?"

He looked around in shock to confirm that he was really back in the room, then his knees gave out and he fell onto the soft bed.

Taking a deep breath, I felt that the air was sweet.

It's good to be alive, and the world is so good.

After calming down for a few minutes, Zhang Yuanqing sat up, unzipped his jacket, and found that the corpse suppressing charm was indeed gone.

Zhang Yuanqing naturally had the idea of ​​"getting items", and the next moment, a fluorescent blue grid appeared in front of his eyes.

There are five grids in total, and what lies in the first grid is the yellow paper talisman.

It's a wonderful experience. After the inventory is unlocked, this function seems to become his instinct. He doesn't need to learn it. He naturally knows how to open the inventory.

"In addition to the corpse-suppressing talisman, I also gained 15% of the experience points, but the level is still zero, which means that I have not become the Night God, and I am still an ordinary person."

"I almost died inside after surviving for three hours. How do I do the second mission? Is this an S-level difficulty..."

The more Zhang Yuanqing thought about it, the more desperate he became, feeling that he had been tricked by Brother Bing.

This broken card can indeed change your life, but it can also be really difficult to control.

He is very self-aware. He is just a college student who has never killed a chicken. It will be difficult for him to survive the second subsequent mission on his own.

As a good socialist young man with strong roots, he must rely on the country and the government at this time.

So he took his cell phone and planned to dial his cousin's number. When his finger touched the screen of the cell phone, he suddenly paused.

Because Zhang Yuanqing thought that he might have a better choice.

He immediately got out of bed and found the business card left by the man with the big back in the desk drawer.

The business card contains your name and contact information.

What happened tonight reminded him of Brother Bing's mysterious disappearance. If he didn't come out alive, then he also disappeared mysteriously.

It is certain that Brother Bing has been exposed to the so-called spiritual realm for a long time. So maybe his disappearance is due to entering a certain spiritual realm?

According to this idea, the Sheriff's Department investigators are credible.

There was another reason why he chose to contact the man with the big back head, and that was because the other party said that he might also disappear, which was a hint that he would enter the spiritual realm.

Combined with the fact that his cousin was unaware, Zhang Yuanqing had reason to infer that those three people were special personnel who specialized in handling similar incidents.

After thinking clearly, Zhang Yuanqing dialed the other party's mobile phone according to the number on the business card.

The beeping sound lasted for a few seconds, and then the phone was connected. A mature man's deep voice asked:

"Which one?"