Forces of Temptation

The situation in Shao Mingzhe's eyes changed for a while, and he said coldly "wait a moment", turned around and was about to leave.

...with no intention of asking the others for help.

The tour guide called him from behind: "Hey, do you still want to see it?"

Shao Mingzhe turned his head: "Look."

For them, if they don't follow the plot, they will be dead out of ten.

The tour guide exhorted impatiently: "Seven o'clock. No one can enter after seven o'clock!"

Shao Mingzhe took a quick look at a bakery not far away with few customers.

There is a clock at the door.

...he has 15 minutes left.

He didn't stay long, and plunged into the grayish-yellow rain and fog in the evening.

Li Yinhang began to plan to put himself in the warehouse.

Save money and do things, start with me.

She was about to take Nanzhou and the others away, looking for a remote place to do business, when the tour guide asked him coldly: "You don't play anymore?"

Li Yinhang wanted to explain: "No, we..."

Jiang Fang stopped her: "It's okay, we should have enough money, right?"

Li Yinhang glared at him sadly and angrily.

How can she be worth 200 baht?

There is still money left today, but they won't make it tomorrow?

The young couple, however, were very resilient, and when they heard Jiang Fang say "the money should be enough", they caught sight of each other and immediately climbed onto the "Li's Ark".

Cao Shuguang's personality is quite cheerful and pleasing, and he doesn't go around in circles: "Brother, it's convenient."

As if worried that the loan would fail, Ma Xiaopei raised four fingers in a polite way: "We borrow 400, and we will pay back 800 with interest tomorrow."

After the wallet is refreshed, they have money.

The big deal is to stay in the hotel tomorrow instead of going out and eat instant noodles.

Jiang Fang didn't mind, and pointed at Li Yinhang with a smile: "The money is in the hands of our little housekeeper."

In this way, Li Yinhang's ticket price can be regarded as offset by the newly entered tomorrow's interest.

Her distress was also slightly offset.

Li Yinhang paid out obediently, while secretly observing Jiang Fang.

According to common sense, the charges for these additional tourism items are completely unreasonable and expected.

Li Yinhang suspected that Jiang Fang had already guessed this point, and deliberately did not remind the inexperienced couple, allowing them to spend all their money slowly, so as to promote this loan business openly.

The five people paid 1000 baht, and the tour guide led them in first.

The tent is made of thick gray canvas. After opening the outer curtain, what comes to the face is not the heat accumulated in the canned tent for a long time.

A sense of coldness rose from the ground, and the wind twisted and climbed up along the ankles like a poisonous snake with the friction of thin scales.

Li Yinhang shivered.

The good mood gained from playing around just now disappeared in an instant.

... She finally had the real feeling of stepping into the weird abyss.

Nan Zhou didn't change his expression, and looked around.

The tent is about the size of a small classroom with a class of 30 people. In addition to them, there are seven or eight tourists from other groups waiting here.

There are no lights in the house, and the light source and sense of mystery are maintained by candles every five steps.

Lighting an open fire in a tent is a very dangerous thing, but upon careful observation, such a seemingly absurd arrangement is very reasonable.

The color of the candle is red, but the light of the candle is white.

The body of the candle is engraved with complicated charms.

Strangely, when the hot rain and wind poured in with them outside, the candle flames were still vertically upward, and the eight winds did not move.

A square podium was set up in front, which was probably temporarily built with wooden frames.

An unnamed god is enshrined on it.

The statue has a golden complexion, six arms and three legs, a bird's beak and a swan face. It sits on the ground with its feet bent, and its face is covered with gold, red, and green stripes. It can be called heavy makeup.

On the six arms, needles, snakes, medicines, flowers, insects, and talismans are enshrined vaguely.

In front of him are enshrined four gold plates, on which are enshrined dead snakes, dried scorpions, centipedes, and a bundle of thatch that exudes a strange fragrance.

Under the podium, a layer of clean white cloth was covered everywhere, and under the radiance of candlelight, some red, white and white bleak colors were added.

If tourists who do not know the specific function of the tent enter here by mistake, they may think that they have broken into a white matter.

Under the statue and altar, there are futons for tourists to rest.

There are three rows in each row, a total of seven rows, crowded together from the stage to the door of the tent.

There is a small white oak board next to the tent, on which are written several precautions in Chinese, English and Thai.

"Do not show your back."

"Don't make noise."

"Don't walk around at will."

"Do not touch the idol."

"Amulets are not allowed."

However, these NPC visitors who were curiously waiting for the ceremony showed no awe of such warnings.

The solemn atmosphere in the tent was interpreted as mystification.

200 baht is not expensive, and they are happy to be taken advantage of by others, watching a monkey show in a foreign country lively.

But that doesn't stop them from playing with their phones.

As a result, artificial fluorescent lights were lit everywhere in the tent.

Under the stern gaze of the Weiming God, the people below were doing their own thing and didn't take him seriously.

Some tourists left the futon, bowed their waists to look at the candle that would not be blown by the wind, pouted and blew it down, and commented in a low voice that it must be magic.

As for Nanzhou and the others, they still decided to be more honest.

After handing over the amulet according to the instructions, the young couple sat in the last row.

In their words, if something happens, it's easy to run.

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang obviously didn't intend to run away.

Because they sat directly in the first row.

As soon as he was seated, Li Yinhang asked Jiang Fang in a low voice, did he know that he would have to pay for the ceremony of bowing his head, so he deliberately didn't remind him, in order to earn their interest.

Hearing such doubts, Jiang Fang actually blinked his pale eyes, and rested his chin on Nan Zhou's shoulder: "I'm wronged."

Nan Zhou never smiled very much, he just took his eyes off the burning candle beside him and looked down at Jiang Fang.

Nan Zhou asked softly in a discussing tone: "You are like this, do you want me to kiss you?"

Jiang Fang's expression froze for a moment, as if he wanted to run away.

Nan Zhou took the initiative to go up and touch his cheek with his lips, not giving him this chance.

Jiang Fang was kissed by him, his heart twitched slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "Mr. Nan, can we discuss it first next time?" Let him at least have time to react.

"Why do you want to rub against me, but I need to discuss it when I kiss you?"

Nan Zhou was very confident: "You are here, I just want to kiss you."

Nan Zhou didn't show it on the surface, and he was ignorant of feelings. He didn't know good and bad, but he knew his friend's character very well in his heart.

Jiang Fang needs to hold the absolute initiative in a relationship. When to advance and when to retreat, he must firmly hold it in his own hands.

Once he loses his initiative, he is at a loss and wants to escape.

This is a bad habit and needs to be corrected.

Nan Zhou just wanted to disrupt his rhythm.

He believes that friends should enjoy the privilege of doing whatever they want.

Li Yinhang: "..."

She looked at the six-armed god who was only a few feet away from them, and sighed.

What is face-to-face blasphemy?

Shao Mingzhe came back just at this time.

He came straight to the front row, slightly out of breath.

By the light, he saw Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang talking affectionately, they choked their breath in their throats, covered their mouths and coughed softly.

Li Yinhang's authorities had become conscious of outsiders, and even paid attention to the time when Shao Mingzhe entered the tent.

Six fifty-three.

Fortunately, there is no timeout.

Seeing Shao Mingzhe who was planning to sit in the second row standing behind them, neither standing nor sitting, Li Yinhang showed his kindness, and turned around to remind him: "Sit down quickly, you have to..."

Her eyes rested on his palm.

There was a wallet pinched there, and there was blood on the wallet.

It is obviously unlikely to belong to Shao Mingzhe.

Li Yinhang's kindness was limited, so he stopped talking to him, and turned his head away as if nothing had happened.

His mouth under the mask moved, as if he wanted to explain, but he still closed his mouth.

"In Tyrande, 7 is an evil number, representing the boundless sea of ​​suffering. For things like lowering your head, you need to gather evil spirits the most."

Jiang Fang softly explained to Nan Zhou why the futon should be arranged in 7 rows, while Nan Zhou pinched the latitude and longitude of the futon under him, still staring at the candle next to him.

Just then, the seven o'clock bell rang outside the tent.

Dressed in a linen robe and with a solemn face, the lower head teacher floated in like a ghost.

Clock on time.

He is very small, just in his early 1.4 meters.

If Nan Zhou hadn't seen the vertical and horizontal wrinkles and veins on his drooping hands when passing by Nan Zhou's side, he could easily be mistaken for a malnourished little monkey wrapped in sackcloth.

There was silence in the tent.

Those tourists are not blank, since the master is here, they will go back to everyone, and prepare to enjoy this performance worth 200 baht with a relaxed mind.

The right side of the tent is close to a clump of verdant long grass. When the wind passes, the canvas tent will be rubbed against the outside to make a soft sound of brushing and brushing.

The rain was pattering on the tent, because there was a layer of canvas, the sound was not very real, as if the human spirit was covered with a thin layer of moss membrane,

In the sound of the rain, the master of ceremonies briefly introduced the name and identity of the head-down master in Thai mixed with English.

The shriveled head-removing master was curled up in the robe, with his head down, listening to his introduction quietly.

Nan Zhou whispered to Jiang Fang, "I don't understand."

Jiang Fang: "It's not for you to understand."

That's the mystery they want.

I really need to find a Chinese translator. If the translation level is too bad or too lively, the mystery will be greatly reduced.

After being glared at by the master of ceremonies, the two chatterers in the front row became quiet like students caught by the teacher.

After a lengthy introduction, the lowering master stepped forward, and the silver bell tied to his wrist rang softly.

After holding a bowl of water and chanting, he dipped his bony fingertips in the water and tapped the center of the foreheads of the guests in turn.

The master of ceremonies explained the purpose of the water, and even Li Yinhang recognized the word "peace", which meant peace.

The general purpose is to protect the people present from any influence of this head-down ceremony.

After the peace mantra was issued in turn, the performance of the head-down master officially began.

He asked the master of ceremonies to take out a dozen eggs, ordered Nan Zhou nearby, and asked him to choose one at random.

Eggs are the same size, all ordinary eggs.

Nan Zhou weighed them one by one, and after choosing one, the head-down master asked him to hold it in the palm of his hand, and drew a long talisman in the shape of a pine tree on the egg with straw ash, and then opened and closed his dry lips again, and quickly spit out Text of unknown meaning.

Nan Zhou stared at the movement of the shriveled lips of the lowering master with a serious expression.

The head-subduing master had never seen guests who watched the Dharma-surrendering ceremony so carefully, so he raised his breath unconsciously and read the runes clearly, accurately and quickly.

Li Yinhang felt his body getting colder.

... After the casting of the spell, it seemed as if something had entered the tent.

Some kind of strange evil spirit is approaching every step of the way.

Nan Zhou raised his eyebrows.

He felt the weight of the egg in his palm increase.

This is not his illusion.

After Master Jiangtou stopped chanting, the master of ceremonies brought out a basin of clear water with a copper basin and signaled Nanzhou to put the eggs in it.

The original raw egg, like a boiled egg, wobbled and sank to the bottom.

The master of ceremonies was very satisfied with the confusion in Nan Zhou's eyes.

Under the cold white candlelight, he picked up the egg, knocked it on the edge of the copper basin, and beat the egg into the clear water like cooking.

But after the eggshell is broken, it's not just the egg liquid that flows out.

There is a piece of bright silver inside, shining coldly in the candlelight and water light.

After Li Yinhang saw clearly what it was, his scalp went numb all of a sudden.

…and the egg liquid, floating on the water, is full of needles.

At least hundreds of needles appeared in the raw egg for no reason.

She imagined what it would be like if these needles appeared in her head without anyone noticing.

The master of ceremonies awkwardly said the scientific name of this head-dropping technique in Chinese: "This is, 'needle drop'."

Holding a copper basin, he showed the strange miracles to other audiences one by one.

Everywhere they went, there was a small, admiring cheer.

Of course, there were also people who questioned, thinking that Nan Zhou and Jiangtou Shi were in the same group, and they were the child of the joint cooperation.

But before the voice of doubt spread, they heard the nurse speak out.

"Sorry, I didn't see it clearly." Nan Zhou said, "Can I do it again."

The master of ceremonies could understand Chinese, but he didn't intend to pay attention to Nanzhou.

Why should they listen to a guest?

After performing it for the second time, the mystery and effect must be greatly reduced.

He turned a deaf ear, rolled his eyes in the dark, and walked back to the head-down master, intending to throw away the used eggshell.

Nan Zhou didn't pursue the matter any further, just sat in the darkness like will-o'-the-wisps, silently opening and closing his lips, quietly writing something on his lap.

The master of ceremonies walked to the tray where the trash was placed, habitually planning to crush the two halves of the egg shells before throwing them away.

He clapped his hands together.

He almost cried out in pain when the eggshell cracked.

He covered his hands and gritted his teeth in the darkness.

If he didn't dare to lose his composure too much, and was afraid of shocking the gods, he might have cursed loudly.

—When was there a needle left in the eggshell?

The author has something to say:

Maomao said violently: Why can you rub against me, but you need to discuss it when I kiss you?