Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The sound of "click" gradually became louder, and the tour guide's face began to turn pale. She tremblingly got up from the futon and backed away, wishing to stay away from Lin Yue and Lin Yue. Seeing her frightened like that, Lin Yue thought it was funny, He also took out his phone to take a sneak shot.

"Lin Yue, Lin Yue..." The person next to Lin Yue saw something, his face turned pale, he pulled Lin Yue, shouted his name, and couldn't stop shaking.

"What's the matter?" Lin Yue put away his phone, looking impatient, but he glanced at the image from the corner of his eye, and saw that the eyes of the black-haired idol were looking at them. He remembered that the eyes of the idol were not looking at them...

Just as he was thinking, the idol suddenly turned his head and smiled at them strangely—"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" To the scene behind: the black-haired idol grabbed his companion, glanced at the panicked person next to him, with a bit of regret in his eyes, and then pulled out the head of the person in his hand with force with both hands!

The blood was sprayed several meters away, the blood vessels in the throat continued to spurt out blood, and the blood-stained meat fell on the ground in a spray pattern. There were not many people nearby, but now they were all limp on the ground, and found that they could not make a sound. climb out.

Ding Mu sat slumped on the ground, clutching the amulet tightly on his chest, sweating profusely—that was real blood and blood.

The statue of Heze didn't pay attention to them, its mouth was opened wide, the corner of the mouth was torn to the ear, and the man in his hand was put into its mouth.

The scalp-numbing sound of bone breaking and flesh tearing sounded continuously, and someone in the main hall fainted on the spot.

The people who heard the news outside the door saw this scene, some started to scream, some covered their mouths to dare not make a sound, and there was a thought circling in their hearts: This is fake!Is this fake? !

"Get out of the way!" The man in black clothes and trousers pulled out a black long knife from the box, pushed away the crowd, raised the knife, and stabbed the lower abdomen of the statue of Heze.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and. "It was ignited at once, but it didn't burn much because there was no continuation of the fire.

The man stepped on the pillar and flew up, drew his knife and stabbed again, and chopped off the head of the god with one knife!

The statue finally stopped moving.

The people around waited until the statue finally stopped moving before they came back to their senses in panic.

"How could this be true?! Is the idol, the idol mechanically designed?!"

"Stop filming! Are you filming?! Stop filming! I'm not playing anymore!"

"Why can't you get through the phone?! Did you use a jammer! Why can't you get through the phone..."

Some people sat on the ground motionless in fear, some people took out their mobile phones and wanted to call the police and suddenly found that they couldn't make a call, and some people retched directly after watching this scene.

No one believes it to be true, or rather, no one wants it to be true.

The man drew the knife, kicked it away, put the knife back into the scabbard, ignored the howling ghosts and wolves around him, and helped Ding Mu up, and asked casually, "Are you all right?"

"It's nothing." It took Ding Mu a long time to recover his voice, and thanked him: "Thank you, thanks to you."

The man smiled, didn't respond, turned his head and walked away, as if he just did a good deed just now, and did it casually, but he didn't help anyone again, and he didn't pay attention to the people who came up to ask questions.

Ding Mu still felt palpitations when he looked at the prostrate statue on the ground, and began to doubt the authenticity of the matter involuntarily. The vibrating sound of the mobile phone sounded strange here.

How can it be true, can't be true.

At this time, the tour guide stood up, her face was pale but calm, and she said, "Please stand in line outside the temple, we will go back."

Now none of the crowd dared to do anything more. Even if someone wanted to say something, they were covered by the people around them.However, Ding Mu found that Lin Yue had disappeared, and the fuse of this incident was gone.

"Miss Tour Guide, there are fewer people." Ding Mu walked over and said to the tour guide.

"Lin Yue just ran out of the temple." Some people around saw Lin Yue's actions and explained to him.

He was a little worried, although Lin Yue was quite annoying, but at least he was a colleague, so he had to ask what should be asked.

"Okay, he won't be far away, there's no need to look for him, let's go back." The tour guide smiled weakly, but he felt relieved.

Ding Mu was a little confused about the phrase "I can't run far". Maybe he was thinking too much. She probably meant that the terrain on the mountain was not complicated, and Lin Yue could go back by himself.

Soon, they understood what "he can't run far" meant. Lin Yue fell down about ten meters away from the temple. A big hole was made from his chest to his abdomen, and his internal organs and intestines flowed all over the place. The blood has not yet coagulated, but gurgles out from his broken throat, his head is crushed vigorously, blood and brain fluid flow out of his nostrils, mouth and ears, his face is covered, and his identity can only be seen from his clothes .

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Finally, some people couldn't take it anymore and screamed out, and some people directly supported the tree and vomited all over the ground.

Everyone fell into panic, and some people shouted to go home, and even began to ask the tour guide: "What's going on?! You have to be responsible!"

The tour guide was grabbed by the collar, with a calm face, and smiled at the person who asked her for a drink. Her face was pale and her lips were bright red. Such a smile made the person let go in fright.

"I told you a long time ago to respect God, this is God's punishment."

"I want to call the police! I want the police to arrest you!" The man opened his eyes angrily, and took out his cell phone to make a call, but he didn't see the smiling tour guide after he said this.

Of course the phone didn't get through, I don't know why, maybe because there was no signal.

The crowd fell into a dead silence.

Ding Mu felt that his chest was congested, and he subconsciously grabbed the amulet hanging there. This amulet was begged by his grandmother for him. On the front was a dragon bound by an iron chain to a pillar. Its horns had a Complete, one broken, gnashing teeth, hideous face, a tree on the back, a lot of fruit on the tree, the roots are exposed, coiled and tangled, although it looks strange, it has protected him many times.

"Everyone, please go down the mountain. You probably don't want to stay with the corpse at night." The tour guide didn't wear a loudspeaker, but her words hit everyone's hearts hard, and people couldn't help but follow her.