The moment the "false god" hidden among them made observable movements, a sense of fear erupted from the hearts of several people.
The offended wooden door creaked open, and because it was so fast, the door slammed against the wall and bounced back a short distance inward, revealing the deep darkness inside.
Yu Xing's sense of danger sounded the alarm, and he retreated quickly with Guijiu without thinking. He saw a clay hand reaching out from the darkness, as if to pull him into the temple. Fortunately, Yu Xing dodged quickly, and the clay hand just brushed the corner of his clothes, and retracted after failing to hit him.
"What the hell!" Nie Lang saw a 100% filthy ghost aura in that muddy hand. His rationality, which was already walking on the edge of a tightrope, was shaky. His eyes became fierce, and the beast's instinct when facing a threat made him arch his back and mutter faintly in his throat.
Song Xue felt the mental pollution from the three rings increase almost immediately after the door opened. She immediately grabbed Nie Lang's belt, adjusted Nie Lang's mind skillfully, and then reminded the others: "No matter what method you use, don't be afraid!"
From the temple came rustling sounds of laughter and crying, which seemed to be there and not there, overlapping and echoing, adding another layer of horror to the atmosphere in the ruins.
The mermaid clenched her hands, suggesting that the scene before her was just an ordinary one and there was no need to make a fuss. However, the slightly exploded scales on her fish tail still revealed her emotions.
In her peripheral vision, a face that was pale and swollen from being soaked in water seemed to appear in a crack in the broken walls not far away. Although she couldn't see it clearly, the feeling of being stared at was particularly clear, and the mermaid was so scared that she turned her head sharply.
No, nothing.
But on the other side, are there two hands clinging behind the stone?
The sea monster was sweating profusely, and subconsciously moved closer to the familiar person: "Zhao..."
When she turned her head, she saw that Zhao Mou had been standing behind her, almost touching her body. His face, which should have been serious and nervous, had a strange and peaceful smile on it.
The two looked at each other, and after a few seconds, the siren's scales exploded completely, and it swam in the opposite direction screaming: "Ah——"
“Ouch!”
To be honest, the racial talent of the siren means that her screams are not harsh, and can even be thrilling and pleasant to hear. But when the scream turns into a strange sound of pain halfway through, it becomes a bit more funny.
Zhao Mou clenched the fox stick in his hand and managed to wake the fish up before it swam away quickly.
Since the mermaid was very stubborn, he used 70% of his strength, so that while the mermaid's eyes were clear, there seemed to be a bump on her head.
"Thank...thank you." The siren felt like she was going to have a concussion, but after this blow, the fear that had almost swallowed up all her sanity and IQ suddenly faded a lot, and her vision became clear all of a sudden, without the strange illusion of being blinded by a ghost anymore.
No one blames her.
Because almost everyone had just encountered the same thing, as if they were not experienced deducers, but cannon fodder in a cheap horror movie who could not survive more than half an hour.
The only difference is whether you wake up sooner or later.
At this time, the people who had broken free from their fear looked at the door of the temple again. The inside of the door was not completely dark, but some simple furnishings could be vaguely seen.
Blocking the temple entrance was a clay figure.
This clay figurine gave a completely different feeling from the Jiangsui statue. It was dressed like an ordinary farmer, short and fat, with an exaggerated smiling face, and was not even as tall as Yu Xing's chest when standing there.
If you look closely, you can see that the face, nose, eyes and mouth of the clay figure are all crooked, and it looks like someone just made it with his bare hands.
The clay figure's right arm was bent and raised, with the hand placed beside its head. One could barely tell that the action was meant to be a greeting.
That clay hand... was identical to the hand everyone had glimpsed in the darkness before.
As for laughter and crying, there was no trace left, as if it was their own imagination.
Guijiu clicked his tongue, stepped forward, grabbed the clay figure's head, and lifted it up effortlessly.
His fingers sank into the mud, and he was sure that there was no mud shell on the clay figure, and it was completely made of soft mud. When he grabbed it, the clay figure's head was deformed, and the exaggerated smile was twisted into an uneven shape.
Guijiu simply pushed the clay figure to the ground, and with a snap, it was flattened into a pancake, and even the human shape could not be seen.
The opened temple reveals its true appearance.
Yu Xing stepped in, looked around, and found that this was just an ordinary dilapidated temple. It was different from the one in the stage world. The space in front of him was very empty. There was no statue behind the altar opposite, only a dirty stage.
The group walked around the temple but found nothing because it was small and empty, and almost everything was in sight.
However, no one relaxed. They looked at each other, and Song Xue said firmly: "What we see may not be true."
"Perhaps, we haven't entered the temple yet." Zhao Mou pondered for a moment, and what he said made people feel even colder. He said, "The most troublesome thing about ghosts covering your eyes is that you don't know when they were covered."
Just like the moment the door opened just now, they were blinded by the ghost and saw darkness, moving clay hands, strange companions, and heard non-existent laughter and crying. But in fact, there was only an ordinary clay man there.
But who can guarantee that the clay figure is real?
Yu Xing touched the empty altar and felt a handful of dust in the water.
He raised his brows slightly, unable to tell the truth from the false for a moment. After all, this entire environment was unfamiliar, and without definite reference points, it was not easy to find out the pattern of truth and falsehood.
Her heart was pounding, Yu Xing let out a breath and tried to think.
At this point, everyone present knew that this strange feeling of fear must be related to the "god" in this dungeon who could give out tickets to Yin Yang City. The information circulated among the top deducers stated that there were seven gods in Yin Yang City, corresponding to seven abilities that could kill them in the dungeon.
The "curse and immortality" of the ghost tree, the "cognitive tampering and deception" of Qianjie, the "rules and creation of the world" of the book, and the "indescribable and madness" of [Him]...
The god behind Jiang Sui might possess "fear" itself, or at least it is one of his main abilities.
He didn't seem to have many other outstanding methods. He just reminded the experienced and gradually unmoved deducers present that the original and pure meaning of ghosts' existence was:
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Scary.
Because of the existence of the concept of "ghost", people will feel that their reflection in the mirror is very strange, will hear footsteps getting closer and closer when walking at night, will suddenly be afraid to expose their feet from under the quilt, and will avoid gaps between curtains that would let in dark shadows outside the window.
What are people afraid of? Why would people be afraid of ghosts knocking on their doors even if they have done nothing wrong?
And now, the ability of this "god" is like transferring the fear of ordinary people facing ghosts to the participants present, making it impossible for them to resist this emotion no matter how strong and tough they are.
Yu Xing tapped his knuckles lightly on the altar, and then, calmly observed his companions beside him.
If this god is indeed in charge of shock and fear, and Jiang Sui is of the same origin as him, and except for being born in the river and being able to control water, his other methods are the same as this god...
Perhaps he should imagine himself as an ordinary person and see what ordinary people are most afraid of at this moment.
"Brother Jiu." He called softly.
Guijiu turned around, walked over slowly, and leaned towards the edge of the altar: "What's going on?"
Yu Xing looked at Zhao Mou, Hai Yao, Song Xue and Nie Lang in the ruined temple and smiled: "Nothing, I just suddenly realized, why am I standing here without moving, and why don't others go out?"
"There's nothing in the temple. No matter what, we should push the door open again and find the time when the ghost covered our eyes—"
"What are you thinking about... those of you who are staying in the empty temple?"
Ghost Wine: “?”
His red eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth showed a gloating smile: "Ha, did you see the strange picture again?"
Yu Xing didn't respond, but reached out and patted his face lightly: "I'm asking you, what are you thinking about?"
They are standing here like ghosts.
The offended wooden door creaked open, and because it was so fast, the door slammed against the wall and bounced back a short distance inward, revealing the deep darkness inside.
Yu Xing's sense of danger sounded the alarm, and he retreated quickly with Guijiu without thinking. He saw a clay hand reaching out from the darkness, as if to pull him into the temple. Fortunately, Yu Xing dodged quickly, and the clay hand just brushed the corner of his clothes, and retracted after failing to hit him.
"What the hell!" Nie Lang saw a 100% filthy ghost aura in that muddy hand. His rationality, which was already walking on the edge of a tightrope, was shaky. His eyes became fierce, and the beast's instinct when facing a threat made him arch his back and mutter faintly in his throat.
Song Xue felt the mental pollution from the three rings increase almost immediately after the door opened. She immediately grabbed Nie Lang's belt, adjusted Nie Lang's mind skillfully, and then reminded the others: "No matter what method you use, don't be afraid!"
From the temple came rustling sounds of laughter and crying, which seemed to be there and not there, overlapping and echoing, adding another layer of horror to the atmosphere in the ruins.
The mermaid clenched her hands, suggesting that the scene before her was just an ordinary one and there was no need to make a fuss. However, the slightly exploded scales on her fish tail still revealed her emotions.
In her peripheral vision, a face that was pale and swollen from being soaked in water seemed to appear in a crack in the broken walls not far away. Although she couldn't see it clearly, the feeling of being stared at was particularly clear, and the mermaid was so scared that she turned her head sharply.
No, nothing.
But on the other side, are there two hands clinging behind the stone?
The sea monster was sweating profusely, and subconsciously moved closer to the familiar person: "Zhao..."
When she turned her head, she saw that Zhao Mou had been standing behind her, almost touching her body. His face, which should have been serious and nervous, had a strange and peaceful smile on it.
The two looked at each other, and after a few seconds, the siren's scales exploded completely, and it swam in the opposite direction screaming: "Ah——"
“Ouch!”
To be honest, the racial talent of the siren means that her screams are not harsh, and can even be thrilling and pleasant to hear. But when the scream turns into a strange sound of pain halfway through, it becomes a bit more funny.
Zhao Mou clenched the fox stick in his hand and managed to wake the fish up before it swam away quickly.
Since the mermaid was very stubborn, he used 70% of his strength, so that while the mermaid's eyes were clear, there seemed to be a bump on her head.
"Thank...thank you." The siren felt like she was going to have a concussion, but after this blow, the fear that had almost swallowed up all her sanity and IQ suddenly faded a lot, and her vision became clear all of a sudden, without the strange illusion of being blinded by a ghost anymore.
No one blames her.
Because almost everyone had just encountered the same thing, as if they were not experienced deducers, but cannon fodder in a cheap horror movie who could not survive more than half an hour.
The only difference is whether you wake up sooner or later.
At this time, the people who had broken free from their fear looked at the door of the temple again. The inside of the door was not completely dark, but some simple furnishings could be vaguely seen.
Blocking the temple entrance was a clay figure.
This clay figurine gave a completely different feeling from the Jiangsui statue. It was dressed like an ordinary farmer, short and fat, with an exaggerated smiling face, and was not even as tall as Yu Xing's chest when standing there.
If you look closely, you can see that the face, nose, eyes and mouth of the clay figure are all crooked, and it looks like someone just made it with his bare hands.
The clay figure's right arm was bent and raised, with the hand placed beside its head. One could barely tell that the action was meant to be a greeting.
That clay hand... was identical to the hand everyone had glimpsed in the darkness before.
As for laughter and crying, there was no trace left, as if it was their own imagination.
Guijiu clicked his tongue, stepped forward, grabbed the clay figure's head, and lifted it up effortlessly.
His fingers sank into the mud, and he was sure that there was no mud shell on the clay figure, and it was completely made of soft mud. When he grabbed it, the clay figure's head was deformed, and the exaggerated smile was twisted into an uneven shape.
Guijiu simply pushed the clay figure to the ground, and with a snap, it was flattened into a pancake, and even the human shape could not be seen.
The opened temple reveals its true appearance.
Yu Xing stepped in, looked around, and found that this was just an ordinary dilapidated temple. It was different from the one in the stage world. The space in front of him was very empty. There was no statue behind the altar opposite, only a dirty stage.
The group walked around the temple but found nothing because it was small and empty, and almost everything was in sight.
However, no one relaxed. They looked at each other, and Song Xue said firmly: "What we see may not be true."
"Perhaps, we haven't entered the temple yet." Zhao Mou pondered for a moment, and what he said made people feel even colder. He said, "The most troublesome thing about ghosts covering your eyes is that you don't know when they were covered."
Just like the moment the door opened just now, they were blinded by the ghost and saw darkness, moving clay hands, strange companions, and heard non-existent laughter and crying. But in fact, there was only an ordinary clay man there.
But who can guarantee that the clay figure is real?
Yu Xing touched the empty altar and felt a handful of dust in the water.
He raised his brows slightly, unable to tell the truth from the false for a moment. After all, this entire environment was unfamiliar, and without definite reference points, it was not easy to find out the pattern of truth and falsehood.
Her heart was pounding, Yu Xing let out a breath and tried to think.
At this point, everyone present knew that this strange feeling of fear must be related to the "god" in this dungeon who could give out tickets to Yin Yang City. The information circulated among the top deducers stated that there were seven gods in Yin Yang City, corresponding to seven abilities that could kill them in the dungeon.
The "curse and immortality" of the ghost tree, the "cognitive tampering and deception" of Qianjie, the "rules and creation of the world" of the book, and the "indescribable and madness" of [Him]...
The god behind Jiang Sui might possess "fear" itself, or at least it is one of his main abilities.
He didn't seem to have many other outstanding methods. He just reminded the experienced and gradually unmoved deducers present that the original and pure meaning of ghosts' existence was:
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
Scary.
Because of the existence of the concept of "ghost", people will feel that their reflection in the mirror is very strange, will hear footsteps getting closer and closer when walking at night, will suddenly be afraid to expose their feet from under the quilt, and will avoid gaps between curtains that would let in dark shadows outside the window.
What are people afraid of? Why would people be afraid of ghosts knocking on their doors even if they have done nothing wrong?
And now, the ability of this "god" is like transferring the fear of ordinary people facing ghosts to the participants present, making it impossible for them to resist this emotion no matter how strong and tough they are.
Yu Xing tapped his knuckles lightly on the altar, and then, calmly observed his companions beside him.
If this god is indeed in charge of shock and fear, and Jiang Sui is of the same origin as him, and except for being born in the river and being able to control water, his other methods are the same as this god...
Perhaps he should imagine himself as an ordinary person and see what ordinary people are most afraid of at this moment.
"Brother Jiu." He called softly.
Guijiu turned around, walked over slowly, and leaned towards the edge of the altar: "What's going on?"
Yu Xing looked at Zhao Mou, Hai Yao, Song Xue and Nie Lang in the ruined temple and smiled: "Nothing, I just suddenly realized, why am I standing here without moving, and why don't others go out?"
"There's nothing in the temple. No matter what, we should push the door open again and find the time when the ghost covered our eyes—"
"What are you thinking about... those of you who are staying in the empty temple?"
Ghost Wine: “?”
His red eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth showed a gloating smile: "Ha, did you see the strange picture again?"
Yu Xing didn't respond, but reached out and patted his face lightly: "I'm asking you, what are you thinking about?"
They are standing here like ghosts.
