long night fire

"That question was not asked of the captives at the time."

"I didn't know that at the time." Jiang Baimian reassured subconsciously.

When Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong went to inquire about the murloc captive, she was still sick, and hadn't reported the matter to the company, and hadn't received the precautions for exploring the forbidden temple.

On the morning of the second day after "Pan Gu" called back, Hongshiji exchanged prisoners with murlocs and mountain monsters.

Trying to control himself, Shang Jianyao, who did not let the bicycle go too fast, glanced sideways at Jiang Baimian:

"I think it should be the command of the envoy of God."

"Oh?" Although Jiang Baimian made the same judgment, he was still interested in Shang Jianyao's deduction process.

She felt that it was necessary to learn an alternative way of thinking and not be complacent.

After all, many awakened people have certain mental problems, and it is difficult to speculate on their behavior patterns with normal logic.

Shang Jianyao said truthfully:

"He and Song Warner have already made friends. When they mentioned the island in the middle of the lake and the forbidden temple, they would say that terrible things would happen if they stayed on the island for too long, unless he didn't know the specific situation."

"Yes." Jiang Baimian was a little disappointed, because this is a normal reasoning.

Jingle Bell!

At this time, Shang Jianyao moved the bell on the dragon's head with great interest, as if he wanted to use it to play a piece of music.

It's a pity that Bell can't do this kind of thing.

"..." Jiang Baimian withdrew his disappointment just now.

The two rode past the abandoned houses by the lake, and after a little over 10 minutes, they finally saw a market town.

Its style is very similar to Wild Grass City, with white walls and black tiles, cornices and brackets, full of the charm of the old world.

Of course, there are also differences between this place and Wild Grass City:

One is that there is no city wall; the other is that the houses are generally not high, with two or three floors as the main ones.

Inside the market town, bluestone slabs are paved, and the withered and yellow weeds are pulled up by the cold wind from time to time and blown into the sky.

For some reason, as soon as he entered this market town, Jiang Baimian felt that the light was dimmed.

This allowed her to see a scene that was ancient, quiet, and a bit gloomy.

There is no doubt that there is no sign of human activities in the entire market town. If it is not winter, it may become a paradise for green plants and wild animals.

——Even now, Jiang Baimian can still see dried animal feces in the corners and ditches.

"No smell." Shang Jian Yao sniffed and made a judgment.

Jiang Baimian didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned his wrist to look at his watch:

"It's 4:16 and we have until 4:42 to leave this town, with or without finding anything of value."

"You made a mistake." Shang Jianyao pointed out.

That's less than half an hour.

Jiang Baimian sneered while identifying the way and looking for the temple according to the statement of the murloc captive:

"It's called a margin.

"The ghost knows if there is any difference between this place and the ones the company found before. We can't follow the precautions given by the company completely. We have to raise the standard."

"You are very suitable to join the Vigilance Sect." Shang Jianyao boasted.

Jiang Baimian squinted at the past, and muttered:

"I think you're yelling at me.

"Can the vigilance of sects and the vigilance of normal people be the same thing?"

After confirming the general direction, she rode her bicycle along the ditch beside the road to the center of the market town.

According to the murloc captive's description, the temple is in the alley to the east of the market town square.

The inside of the market town is the same as the outside of the market town, except for the whistling wind and the sound of bicycles, it is quiet, so quiet that it makes one's scalp tingle.

"I didn't feel it in the wild, but here, it's really strange that there is no sound." Jiang Baimian glanced left and right, and attributed part of the reason to the narrow road, cramped environment, and depressing atmosphere.

Shang Jian Yao immediately sighed:

"It's a pity that Long Yuehong didn't come."

"What will happen if you come?" Jiang Baimian said casually.

Shang Jian Yao let out an "hey":

"Then I can tell him ghost stories."

"You are really his good friend." Jiang Baimian said sincerely.

While talking, their eyes opened up, and a small square appeared.

On the east side of the square, there is a half-meter-high platform with nothing on it.

Across the cement platform, you can see a narrow alley, with a stale smell floating at the entrance of the alley, as if no wind has blown in for a long time.

Jiang Baimian quickly flipped off the bicycle and leaned it to the side.

Their destination has arrived.

Shang Jianyao got out of the car and talked about his worries:

"Do you want to lock it? If you come out and find that the car is missing, it's not very good."

"If you lose your car, I'll give you a ride!" Jiang Baimian didn't say where the bike was stolen in such a ghostly place, and responded directly following Shang Jianyao's train of thought.

Ten seconds later, the two put away their bicycles, picked up their assault rifles, and entered the alley in front of them step by step.

The further you go inside, the more stale the air is, and it feels like it is about to freeze, but this does not affect Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian's breathing.

In this alley, all the doors and windows of the houses are tightly closed. Unlike other areas of the town, many doors are open, as if they have been searched.

Moreover, the doors here are uniformly painted black.

As he walked, Jiang Baimian heard the footsteps of himself and Shang Jianyao.

They kept echoing in the alley and stacked together.

"It's really strange here." Jiang Baimian sighed, and the temple had appeared before their eyes.

The temple is located at a higher place at the bottom of the alley, and there is no essential difference from the surrounding architectural style.

Its black gate is tightly closed, connected with black tiles above, and a white paper lantern hangs on each side.

Perhaps it was covered by the eaves, but the lantern was not hit by rain, as if it was hung last night.

The gate of the temple is taller than other buildings, and there is a plaque under the eaves with black background and white characters.

Jiang Baimian just glanced casually, and saw clearly the content on the plaque:

"Hall of Yama"

"It's kind of like that." She commented pertinently.

This did not affect her progress, and soon, she and Shang Jianyao arrived at the gate of the temple.

When she got close, she felt a strange feeling, which was the fear that pointed to the bottom of her heart.

Without hesitation, Jiang Baimian stretched out his left hand and pressed against the door with a little force.

——Before riding the bicycle, she and Shang Jianyao had already put on latex gloves.

But at this time, she was cautious and even used her left hand.

In the creaking sound, the black door of the temple slowly opened back, revealing the inner scene.

The first thing Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao saw was a courtyard with a water tank at each corner.

At the end of the patio is a palace, with a white curtain hanging over the door.

After stepping over the threshold and entering the temple, Jiang Baimian's fear dissipated in an instant, but his mind seemed to be built on a few heavy stones, and he felt extremely depressed.

Even the sound of the wind seems to have disappeared here, and it's so quiet that it doesn't look like in the real world.

Suddenly, Shang Jian Yao asked:

"Can I have the speakers?"

"Ah?" Jiang Baimian who was engrossed in it didn't react for a moment.

"Sing." Shang Jian Yao hurriedly explained.

Playing songs on speakers in this eerie, mysterious, quiet, depressing, weird temple?Play those weird songs?Although Jiang Baimian thinks this can effectively destroy the current atmosphere, he always finds it too strange.

"You're my little apple" echoing from a place that could be "haunted" at any moment is crazy.

She considered it for a while and said:

"Not yet, but it can be prepared."

"Okay." Shang Jian Yao became excited.

The two men with assault rifles immediately entered into the entrance of the main hall, forming horns with each other.

After pulling back the white curtain and tying it up, they saw altars, incense burners, ashes, futons and white candles.

However, there is no god statue on the altar, and behind the altar, the actual situation cannot be seen at a glance.

At this time, Shang Jianyao suddenly said:

"With human consciousness, no more than ten meters."

He used a rather vague description, and it seemed that he was not too sure about the specific scope.

"You didn't sense it until you came in?" Jiang Baimian asked in surprise.

She remembered that Shang Jianyao's ability had a maximum range of 20 meters.

Shangjian Yao nodded heavily.

Jiang Baimian immediately concentrated his energy, and after a while he hesitated and said:

"Indeed, there is an electrical signal, very weak... extremely low biological activity?"

She was holding a gun while talking, and together with Shang Jianyao, she walked around behind the altar.

Then they saw a coffin, a black coffin.

The coffin was open, and a person lay inside.

Chapter 111 The Sleeping "God"

The sunlight outside passed through the tied curtain and shone into the depths of the temple, so that Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao could barely see the appearance of the person in the coffin.

He had long black hair, wore white linen clothes, and was skinny, like a corpse that had been embalmed and dried for many years.

In this state, Jiang Baimian can't see what his real appearance looks like, just like a simple skull. If you don't restore it with the help of a computer, you can only initially distinguish whether it is deformed or whether it is a return to the ancestors, and you can't tell whether it is handsome or not. .

If he could not feel the weak electrical signal to confirm that the other party still had biological activity, Jiang Baimian would only think that it was a mummy that did not rot due to the special environment, rather than the so-called sleeping "god".

Vaguely, she even felt a little preservative smell wafting through her nose.

This fits the current environment, which is extremely scary.

Jiang Baimian looked down slowly, and found that the sleeping "god" was wearing a bracelet made of branches on his right wrist.

Her heart moved, and she turned her head to look at Shang Jianyao.

Shang Jianyao was wearing a monkey mask with a hairy face and sharp mouth, and was looking straight at the sleeping "god" who looked like a corpse.

"You are here, what are you thinking?" Jiang Baimian hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

Shang Jianyao replied seriously:

"CPR, artificial respiration, non-card injection."

"..." Jiang Baimian reconfirmed that he was in good spirits, and he was not in the same world as Shang Jianyao.

After a few seconds, she said angrily and funnyly:

"Didn't you mention the company's precautions? If you don't have to, you can't touch this so-called sleeping 'god'."

"Just say you can't move." Shang Jianyao's memory has always been very good.