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In reality, it only lasted a few seconds, but it was five days of hard work for Jiang Ke.

He was escorted by several people towards Qiniang Temple.

The villagers were hinted by Qi Niangniang. Their eyes were dull and their expressions were dull. They had completely become puppets in Qi Niangniang's hands.

The villagers restrained Jiang Ke, but forgot about Wu Ken who had been following them.

In the eyes of Qi Niangniang, Wuken is just a small pawn under her control.

Unable to leave this realm, his soul and body remain in Qiniang Mountain forever.

This is the power that belongs specifically to "god". "She" can control all the souls who died unjustly in the domain.

This is also the arrogance that belongs specifically to "gods". Because of their boundless power, they disdain the weak.

Wuken sent Ah Chong away. He looked at the light in front of him and stretched out his hand tentatively.

He rushed towards the light like Ah Chong, but as expected, Wuken's attempt was not successful.

The light belonging to the real world cannot shine on him.

Sure enough, all his guesses were correct.

The memories before death are hidden deep in the soul.

It takes an opportunity for the memory deep in the soul to be reawakened.

Wuken has been having a dream for a long time. In the dream, he is an adult and drives a very cool motorcycle, which is more beautiful than the most beautiful motorcycle in the village.

He drove his motorcycle on the dark mountain road. The scenery was familiar, but Wuken couldn't remember where he was.

At first, he only dreamed that he was driving, and then slowly, the howling of the wind, the rapid breathing in the chest, the heart beating too fast, and the mountain road that ended no matter how hard he ran appeared in the dream.

The road ahead is dim and the cycle goes on and on - this is ghosts covering their eyes.

For the gods in the mountains, it couldn't be a simpler deception.

He kept spinning in circles. After thousands of times, he finally collapsed, twisted the accelerator, rushed out of the mountain road, and rushed into the abyss.

Wuken often woke up from his dreams and began to fear the night.

He observed his surroundings vigilantly, and after a while, his brain developed a self-protection mechanism.

The dream dissipates and returns to the depths of the soul.

The body's instinct is sometimes very honest, just like Wuken subconsciously refutes Jiang Ke.

I won't get into an accident...

Because he died in a car accident, he was unwilling to admit or face it.

So I tried my best to refute the possibility of this happening.

Jiang Ke was pushed into Qiniang Temple.

He raised his head and looked around with the corner of his eye.

The houses made of red bricks look dusty even under the sun.

There was a well in the yard, with a wooden board pressed against the wellhead. The wooden board began to rot due to rain and water vapor, and the decayed nutrients allowed moss to grow uncontrollably.

The mouth of the well is surrounded by a low fence painted dark red, and white prayer flags are tied to the railings.

Jiang Ke was escorted into a large hall, with an offering table placed in the middle of the hall.

The altar table was filled with incense, and women in red local costumes knelt in front of the altar table.

Kneeling at the front was an old woman. She was shorter than the one Jiang Ke had seen in his dream before, and she was equipped with many gold ornaments.

The old woman was the villager who first dreamed of the "Seventh Empress" thirty years ago. She gave birth to nine male children. Her body was hollowed out by childbirth, and she became old and small.

In Qiniangzhai, she is a "highly respected" hidden woman and the most devout believer of Qiniangniang.

Jiang Ke was restrained and forced to kneel on the ground, his hands were tied behind his back, and his body was covered in bruises from being beaten by villagers.

The corners of his mouth were broken, his whole body was dirty, his clothes were soaked with sweat, he was exhausted from hunger and running around, and his newly sprouted stubble and droopy eyes made him look like a poor and destitute poet.

There are some benefits to being good-looking. Jiang Ke's current appearance, if placed on an ordinary person, would be like a beggar who hasn't bathed for several months. At least he still looks like a poet now.

He raised his head and looked at the statue of the "Seventh Empress" in the hall. The craftsmen at that time may have made reference to the appearance of other gods, and shaped the "Seventh Empress" into the appearance of a female Bodhisattva or a Buddha with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

Baoxiang is solemn and solemn, perhaps because of the lighting problem in the main hall. At noon, the sun is in the middle of the head. The light shines in and only illuminates the position below the neck of the "Seventh Empress" Baoxiang. The other half is hidden in darkness. .

Jiang Ke smiled sarcastically, claiming to be a god, but he only dared to hide in the darkness.

Even if they wear the guise of gods, evil spirits are still evil spirits at heart.

This is the eternal truth.

The women stood up and started dancing. At first, their movements were normal, but later on, their stiff and weird movements made people feel chilling.

Especially the "lowering" movement accompanied by body shaking, like a twisting and crawling monster in the dark night.

"Qi Niang Niang" is the "god" in charge of fertility. You can imagine what this action implies.

Jiang Ke closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth.

Because he bit too hard, the masseter muscle on his face bulged.

In the dream, facing the same dance, he only felt strangeness, silence, and fear.

But now, after seeing all the metaphors clearly, he only felt angry.

He wished he could smash the statue of the "Seventh Empress" with one punch, and the moth born of human evil thoughts transformed into the "god" of its host.

The innocent and unjust soul of a baby girl who died unjustly at the bottom of the river, the piles of bones at the bottom of the well, the half-dead villagers, the souls who cannot die...

All of this is thanks to "her".

After the dance, the villagers took a simple knife and plunged it directly into Jiang Ke's chest.

There was a sharp pain, and the knife pierced the sternum.

The executioner pulled out the knife and wanted to stab him again, but was blocked by a thin figure.

It was Wuken. He rushed over, hugged the waist of the man holding the knife, and burst into tears.

"Abba, Abba, let him go, let him go, please, let him go..."

The man was knocked back a few steps by the sudden impact. He raised the knife in his hand and stabbed Wuken's thin back hard without hesitation.

One, two, three...

Lift it up, drop it down, knife after knife, without any mercy.

Perhaps it had hit a major artery in his body, and blood spurted out from Wuken's body, but he still didn't let go and tightly held the assailant's body.

Jiang Ke was unable to support his body and fell to the ground. The blood loss made his eyes black. He felt Wuken's warm blood falling on his face.

Didn't I... let you escape...

We have to move forward, towards the direction of the light...

"Are you lost?"

"It's going to rain later, do you want to come with me..."

"Don't call me little brother, I have a name, my name is Uken!"

"You didn't wipe your hands when you pooped, and you asked me to shake hands with you. Did you do it on purpose?"

"Apart from studying, you are good at everything else, right?"

"Abba, Abba, let him go, let him go, please, let him go..."

……

Wuken, the young man who was laughing wantonly on the motorcycle, Wuken, the tough-tongued and awkward young man, disappeared. He was broken into pieces of light and turned into everything in the mountains and forests.

Jiang Ke opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He recited hundreds of times in his heart:

Brother Wuken...