Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 321 Script Killing: The Eighth Person (17)

The idol is strange.

As soon as Jiang Wan came in, she felt that the statue was a little strange, and it could even be said to look familiar!

The god statues in the temple have porcelain white skin, and their facial features and limbs are astonishingly large, especially the pair of black and white eyes painted by oil paint, which are as wide as copper bells, full of death, and look down on everyone from above.

The movement of the idol is also different from that of ordinary idols.It was standing, with one hand raised above its head, and the other holding a long sword, and it seemed to be stepping on something under its feet.

There seemed to be a tiny electric current running through my mind.

She got it!

The things that the idol is stepping on should be the sun and the moon, which symbolize supreme power.

This statue appeared on the coffin relief when she woke up.

It's just that the person carved on the coffin is very small, and the facial features cannot be seen clearly.But the god statue in front of him can clearly see its rough and ferocious facial features, as well as its broad figure.

Ye Rangqiu walked around in front of the statue, saying in an old pedantic tone, "This thing looks like a statue carved for the ruler by an ancient tribe. It symbolizes the ruler's power and dignity."

It is rare for Zhu Dongdong to refute someone else's words, "I don't feel majestic. But the head is really big."

Jiang Wan was almost amused by him.

"Since Wen Yuan is fine, can you let someone sleep quickly?" Guo Meizhen complained.

Li Lin didn't say anything, and sat next to her again, put his coat on himself, leaned his head against the wall, and closed his eyes.

Sometimes his brows were furrowed and sometimes parted, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.
"Hoodie" and Zhu Dongdong sat around Jiang Wan, and Ye asked Qiu to stay a little away from them, looking after Wen Yuan who was still sleeping next to him.

The fire in the middle of the temple crackled and burned, and sparks flew out.

Ye Rangqiu glanced at Wen Yuan who was lying beside him, and looked at the big red lips, his heart skipped a few beats, "... Tell me, are we haunted by ghosts?"

Zhu Dongdong shivered, and echoed, "I think so too! Ever since we got in that car, weird and bizarre things have been happening."

Ye Rangqiu, "That's right! We are both classmates with Qin Xu, who can harm him? And Wen Yuan, although we have fought for scholarships before, there was some small friction, but I am not a small belly!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wan subconsciously glanced in Li Lin's direction.

really
He closed his eyes, but his brows were furrowed even deeper!
However, the evidence is insufficient, and all clues cannot directly determine the murderer.

Late at night, the dilapidated door of the temple was creaked by the mountain wind.

The pile of matches in the temple was extinguished at some point, leaving only sporadic dots, dimly lit.

Zhu Dongdong, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a little cold. He rubbed his arms, narrowed his eyes in a daze, and changed to a comfortable position.

Under the hazy light and shadow, he looked around the temple, frowned, and said half asleep, "Why does this temple feel a little different?"

Beside him, Ye Rangqiu turned over, the frame of the mirror slipped slightly from the bridge of his nose, he smacked his mouth twice, and muttered, "Don't think about it. Go to sleep now."

Zhu Dongdong shrank back again, tilted his head and continued to sleep.

I don't know how long it took, that weird feeling swept over his body again, making him tremble with fear.

Rubbing his eyes, he slowly opened them.

The match pile was completely extinguished, and only the pale moonlight penetrated into the temple.

There's nothing in front of me, just a little black
Zhu Dongdong inadvertently turned his head and scratched his neck.

But the moment he turned his head sideways, the coolness in his whole body pierced every nerve in him.

The eyes are no longer pitch black, but filled with black and white.

At some point, the god statue on the altar bent down and stood beside him, the black and white eyes like copper bells were staring at him lifelessly.
　I went out to compete this afternoon hahaha, and won the first prize! !It’s so open~~ I want to post a dubbing show on Weibo to celebrate Ho Ho Ho Ho

　　
　
(End of this chapter)