My wife is not a demon

Yaya pursed her mouth, and finally shook her head, "I haven't seen it."

Chen Mudao: "Wuchen Village is one of the few and purest villages of the Yiyuan people. Because of its remote location, they seldom have contact with other outsiders. Now that you live in the third-dimensional world, you have no chance to go out. "

The village girl looked disappointed.

After a while, her eyes suddenly lit up, she grabbed Chen Mu's arm and said, "After the priestess repairs the passage, why don't you take me out."

"Because of the Wumo Goddess's Gu, you still want to go out? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Chen Mu shook his head and laughed.

Yaya's eyes dimmed, she lowered her head and didn't speak for a long time.

After dinner, Chen Mu went back to the room Yaya arranged for him to rest, and he continued to think about things while lying on the bed.

During this period, Yaya only came once.

Seeing that Chen Mu had been thinking about the problem and ignoring her, he quietly left a cup of tea and left.

In the middle of the night, Chen Mu walked out of the house in the dark.

He will continue to explore Tan Wuchen Village.

Chen Mu, who was in the dark shadow, was like a night mouse at the moment, quietly passing through the alley, looking at the houses.

After observing other houses, Chen Mu decided to go to a place.

A temple dedicated to the Wumo Goddess!

When he and Yaya went to Mo Yuner's house in the afternoon, Chen Mu caught a glimpse of the temple by chance, but it was locked.

Of course, he didn't ask Yaya, it's better to investigate by himself now.

Ten minutes later, Chen Mu came to the temple.

There was a faint dim candlelight flickering in the temple, but the gate was locked.

Chen Mu took out a knife, used his sense of spiritual power to pry open the iron lock, pushed the door and sneaked in, and then quickly closed the door.

The temple is very spacious, and a statue is enshrined in the middle, which is the goddess Wumo.

There are stone tablets all around.

There are no words on the stele, but strange circle patterns are drawn, which are quite strange under the light.At first glance, it looks more like eyes staring at the statue.

Chen Mu carefully inspected the temple, and finally stopped in front of a mural.

In the murals are several pictures of ceremonies being held.

Each pair is basically the same, with a group of villagers kneeling and praying around a young girl lying in a coffin.

Miko! ?

Chen Mu carefully stared at the girl's dress in the coffin, which was very similar to the dress he saw in the coffin of the second grandparent's daughter.

There was a conclusion in my mind.

It's just that the girls in these paintings look different.

And one of them looks very similar to Xiao Xuan'er, it doesn't look like a painting carved by humans, but formed naturally.

Chen Mu was about to observe carefully when he suddenly heard a faint sobbing sound.

He raised his head abruptly, looking for the direction from which the sobbing sound came from.

The cry is sometimes near and sometimes far away.

Chen Mu tiptoed and slowly searched around, and finally he saw a woman by the corner of the bookshelf on the first floor.

A woman in a blood-red dress.

Holding the oil lamp in his hand, his back was facing him, his delicate and thin shoulders trembled slightly with crying.

"Woooooooo..."

Her cry was like a cat whimpering, extraordinarily bleak.

For some reason, the hairs on Chen Mu's neck stood up slightly.

He took out his short knife and slowly stepped forward, but when his footsteps were only one meter away from the woman, he immediately stared at her.

But Chen Mu's eyes were firmly locked on the oil lamp in the woman's hand.

In the extinguished oil lamp, a pair of eyes stared straight at him, seeming to be sneering...

Chapter 404 Layers of Fog!

The night is as thick as ink, the waning moon is covered by thick dark clouds, and the wind blowing outside the window keeps whimpering, with the sound of rustling branches and leaves.

The faint yellow candlelight in the temple flickered with the sound of the woman's weeping.

Chen Mu's whole body felt as if he had fallen into a cellar of ice, from the head to the soles of his feet.

A pair of eyeballs in the oil lamp stared at him faintly, as if staring at a prey, which made people tremble.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind in the temple.

The woman's red dress fluttered, revealing a long snowy, strong leg, dazzlingly white, like a demon.

A small snake was slowly swimming between the woman's legs, spitting out a cold letter.

Chen Mu swallowed his saliva and prepared to retreat.

But he found that his body could not move, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, only his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

At this moment, the woman suddenly stopped crying.

She turned around slowly...

The woman's body was extremely stiff, like a puppet, and every tiny movement would make a harsh 'click' sound.

The slightly rotten smell suspended in the air became more and more intense.

As she slowly turned around, the woman's posture became more and more strange. Her right hand twisted at an anti-joint ninety-degree trend, her legs and knees were bent, and even her neck began to turn to the right.

Chen Mu suddenly understood something, and his scalp exploded instantly.

The opponent wasn't turning around, but twisting his head and limbs!