After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Although the courtyard of Zheng Shu's house is full of wooden puppets, no matter where Yan Shixun goes, the eyes of these puppets will move with him, staring at him stiffly with those inorganic wood-carved eyes, making Yan Shixun As long as Xun turned his head, he could find that the puppet looking at him was extraordinarily terrifying and intimidating.

But Zheng Shu and his younger sister, compared with these puppets, seem too normal.

Zheng Shushu was like an ordinary and simple villager, who warmly invited Yan Shixun into the house to warm up.

"It's cold, Mr. Yan has been walking in the village for so long, isn't it a bit cold?"

Zheng Shushu opened the door of the house, and made an invitation gesture to Yan Shixun: "Mr. Yan, sit down with Tiantian for a while, and I'll go and light the stove and boil some hot water."

The little girl also raised her head, opened her beautiful and innocent eyes, and fixedly stared at Yan Shixun.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, she happened to be standing in front of the gate of the courtyard, even if Yan Shixun said he wanted to leave, she was enough to block Yan Shixun's way.

Yan Shixun saw this, but he didn't have any emotional fluctuations. He just glanced at the little girl casually, and then nodded casually to Zheng Shushu: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zheng Shushu waved his hand, saying that there is nothing good at home, and there are usually no guests, so he can only boil hot water to warm his body.

He enthusiastically led the way for Yan Shixun, and asked Yan Shixun to sit on the sofa in the living room.

After finishing speaking, Zheng Shushu walked towards the house next to him, and soon there was the crackling sound of breaking branches.

Yan Shixun followed his gaze and saw that Zheng Shushu should be going to his usual studio. Apart from the stove, there were also a lot of wood and unfinished sculptures.

Zheng Shushu was squatting on the ground earnestly, handling the dead branches and firewood in the bamboo basket, and lighting the fire skillfully.

It seems that when they met Zheng Shushu in the afternoon, he did not lie. He did go to the mountain to collect firewood.

Yan Shixun looked at Zheng Shushu silently for a few minutes, then turned his gaze back.

But he suddenly met the little girl's expressionless face.

Caught off guard, Yan Shixun's eyes widened instantly.

——The little girl who was standing at the gate of the courtyard unexpectedly appeared in front of his eyes without a sound, and she had been looking at him for an unknowing how long.

However, not only did he not hear the sound, he also didn't feel any breath or anything wrong!

We must know that people have the subconsciousness of self-protection. Even if they are stared at by others in a place they cannot see, people will react to these gazes when they are not aware of it. They will turn their heads to look where the gaze came from for no reason. Confirm whether you are being targeted by danger.

Let alone someone like Yan Shixun who has been dealing with ghosts all year round.

For him, other than the small courtyard in the old town of Binhai City, it is not a place where he can relax his vigilance, not to mention that he has always remembered that this place is still in a shadow play rather than reality, and it is even more impossible to relax.

But this little girl...

Yan Shixun didn't feel anything at all.

The little girl looked at Yan Shixun quietly without saying a word.

She was wearing a beautiful little dress, holding a well-made puppet in her hand, and her cute face made her look no different from her peers.No matter who sees her, she will not feel disgusted or guarded against her.

However, Yan Shixun couldn't feel the slightest breath of strangers on her body.

— but not ghostly.

I don't know if it's because this is a shadow play, the little girl makes Yan Shixun feel like a dead thing even more.

Just like no one will evaluate whether a sculpture is alive or dead.

The same is true of the intuition that the little girl brought to Yan Shixun.

After realizing that Yan Shixun had noticed her, the little girl blinked and smiled sweetly.

"Is brother here to play with Tiantian?"

The little girl asked curiously, "Brother, what's your name?"

She looked no different from those little kids when a visitor came, full of curiosity and endless questions about strangers.

If Bai Shuang were here, he would be so dazzled by the cuteness of the little girl that his heart would melt.

It's a pity that Yan Shixun has never had any special care for children, and he has only had one child around him.

Jing Xiaobao.

That's still a ghost.

——Even if the ghosts in hell were beaten outside and trembled, even if they became the new King of Hades, in front of Yan Shixun, he would always be a crying fat rabbit who was suppressed by all aspects.

For children, Yan Shixun only has experience with Jing Xiaobao.

If the little girl wants to arouse Yan Shixun's soft side towards children, she will be disappointed.

——Yan Shixun didn't lift up and spank her butt, because she was patient because she was a girl.

Besides, Yan Shixun did not forget what kind of vigilance and unusual intuition this seemingly normal little girl brought him.

Therefore, even though the little girl was chattering around Yan Shixun, Yan Shixun just lowered his eyes indifferently and calmly. Instead, he took the little girl's voice as the background music and quietly observed the layout of the whole room.

As Zheng Shu said, he is a carpenter.

No matter in the yard or in the house, you can see the traces left by Zheng Shushu as a carpenter everywhere.

Finished and semi-finished wood carvings are placed everywhere, as well as carving knives of various sizes and models placed at hand.

In addition to those wooden puppets in the yard with vivid mouths and vivid eyes, which are no different from real people, there are also all kinds of birds and animals, mountains, rivers and lakes, village houses and field ridges in the room.

They seem to have scaled down the real scenery, and were perfectly reproduced on wood by Zheng Shu with this carving knife.

These are enough to prove that Zheng Shushu is a carpenter with superb skills, and he is not "partial", not focusing on a certain type of carving, but can reproduce everything in his hands, as if using Wood brings life back to those dead scenes.

Yan Shixun felt that if the shadows of these wood carvings fell on the curtain and were magnified, they would look no different from reality.

I don't know if Zheng Shushu casually threw the things he usually used to practice his hands into these wood carvings.

Yan Shixun could still see beside the piled high wood carvings, occasionally he could glimpse half of a human head placed on a table, or a part of a human skeleton thrown casually in a corner.

He even saw a handful of spherical objects in a glass jar not far away.

After looking carefully, he found that those were human eyes carved out of wood. Although they were not real eyes, Zheng Shushu's skillful hands gave them life, carving out the lines in each pupil, creating a sense of hierarchy. And the sense of detail is everything.

Even each eyeball has its own characteristics, which are reflected in different eye shapes and details.

Just by looking at these eyeballs, Yan Shixun can guess whether it is male or female, old or young.It was as real as if it had just been picked out of a person's eye socket.

However, this also created another problem for these eyeballs.

Because it was too real, when Yan Shixun stared at these eyeballs, he had the illusion that he was looking at a real person for no reason.

Only, they are dead.

Those dead bodies only had a pair of eyes that had lost their light, staring at Yan Shixun blankly, as if they wanted to convey some message to him, but they could only obediently put them in the glass jar, like a little girl's candy.

This illusion suddenly made Yan Shixun feel that he was not sitting in a carpenter's house at this moment, and there were no wood carvings around him.

But in the crowd of dead bodies.

No matter in the yard or in the house, there were densely packed corpses and stumps everywhere.

While the little girl with a sweet smile sat in such an environment, she was still cute and bright, as if she didn't feel such a sense of terror at all.

Seeing that Yan Shixun hadn't answered her own question, she wasn't in a hurry, she just tiptoed lightly and sat on another grand teacher's chair, humming a song while dangling her two calves.

The little girl's attention seemed to be taken away by the little puppet in her arms. She looked down at the little puppet, and kept playing with the little puppet, making it make various poses, which amused her I giggled to myself.

It also made Yan Shixun suddenly come back to his senses from his own thinking.

And Zheng Shushu, who was burning the fire in the next room, also came out, and while wiping the black ash on his hands, he greeted Yan Shixun: "Mr. Yan, come and enjoy the fire, the room here is warmer."

Zheng Shu smiled and looked at the little girl: "Has Tiantian gotten along well with the guests, and has she been a good boy?"

The little girl pouted unhappily, she seemed to be a little angry because Yan Shixun ignored her just now.

Zheng Shushu looked at Yan Shixun strangely, as if he didn't know what happened.

Yan Shixun just said calmly: "I'm sorry, I have social phobia and dare not talk to women or children."

The little girl couldn't help but widen her eyes, looking at Yan Shixun in a daze.

Zheng Shushu also looked at Yan Shixun in surprise: "Is there such a thing?"

Yan Shixun nodded: "Yes, I am a very shy and introverted person, and I would be very afraid to talk to others."

Little girl: ...feels like I'm being targeted.

Zheng Shu: Afraid of...?Why can't you see it?

However, Yan Shixun's expression was extremely calm, no matter how the two looked at him, they couldn't see any flaws.

There is a kind of self-confidence, which is called "As long as I am confident, everything I say is right, and what is wrong is also right. Don't ask, asking is the truth."

The two looked at it for a while, but they had no choice but to give up.

Zheng Shushu regained his enthusiasm just now, and welcomed Yan Shixun into his studio.

And the little girl was left alone in the living room, quite angry and unhappy, she broke off the little puppet in her hand as if to vent her anger, the wood made a creaking and overwhelmed sound, as if her body would be overwhelmed in the next moment. disconnect.

The carved facial features of the little puppet also showed extreme pain. The nose and eyes were wrinkled together, as if crying, but he dared not do anything because of fear.

At the same moment, on the other side, Daoist Wang suddenly yelled out in pain.

Daoist Ma immediately turned to look at him, and saw Daoist Wang holding his shoulders, his face contorted in pain, and even his chubby body was shaking with pain.

"What's going on here?"

Ma Daochang exclaimed, and quickly ran to Wang Daochang, and supported him.

But as soon as he touched Wang Daochang, Wang Daochang seemed to be in more pain.

Daoist Ma was at a loss and didn't know how to help Daoist Wang.

And Bai Shuang next to him also tightened his heart, wanting to step forward to help, but afraid of dragging down the two Taoist priests.

She was wandering around in the shadow puppet museum, looking at the musical instruments on display curiously, and reading the introduction posted on the wall with great interest.

Bai Shuang is a professional singer after all, even if she comes out to play, it is always out of professional habits, and it is easier to pay attention to music-related topics.

The singing and soundtrack in the shadow play aroused Bai Shuang's interest.

She was fascinated by those introductions at first, and she was thinking in her heart that when she watched the video materials of the shadow puppetry later, she must pay more attention to the singing of the shadow puppetry, to see if it could be integrated into her own music, as a new song to be released next .

On the way to Baizhi Lake, Bai Shuang also heard Zhang Wubing talk about the reason why he chose this place, so he was also moved by Zhang Wubing and felt a little regretful. Such an excellent shadow puppet show is so lonely. The heartache of a good thing being shattered.

She also wants to do something for the re-development of Baizhihu shadow puppetry.

Therefore, Bai Shuang is also visiting the museum with her own thoughts, thinking that if her new song includes elements of shadow puppetry, will it make her fans and people who hear this song notice that Bai Shuang Paper lake shadow puppets inject new impetus into the ancient culture.

Bai Shuang was so fascinated by her thoughts that she didn't notice the changes in the road under her feet and the surrounding environment.

When she noticed something was wrong, it was still because of the cold wind around her that she couldn't keep her eyes open.

After recovering, Bai Shuang was shocked to find that she was in a completely different place from the Shadow Puppet Museum.

This is a theater.

Red lanterns were hung high all around, and the open-air atrium could see the dark night, everything was stained with blood by the bright red light, as if blood was spilled everywhere.

And Bai Shuang was sitting on the stage. When she lowered her head, she found that she was holding an erhu in her hand, and her attire had changed to the old gown style.

Next to it is the curtain of shadow puppetry.

From Bai Shuang's perspective, he could still see a few figures sitting behind the curtain.

She felt as if she had become the musician on the stage before.

However, although this inexplicable change frightened her and she wanted to run away, even with all her strength, she couldn't move from where she was.

It seemed that her hands and feet no longer belonged to her, but were controlled by someone else.

Bai Shuang was terrified and wanted to shout, and wanted Brother Yan to save her.

She remembered that the others were in the room next to the museum, and she wanted to tell them that she was here and get out of this weird place.

However, at this time, Bai Shuang discovered to her horror that even her mouth did not belong to her, and her brain lost command over her limbs and tongue. She was like a vegetable, or her soul was stuffed into a human statue. He watched all kinds of strange things happen to him, but he couldn't even save himself or call for help.

The only thing that can still be used is the rolling eyes.

Bai Shuang suppressed her fear, and desperately recalled how Yan Shixun had dealt with this situation in the past, tried to imitate Yan Shixun, regained calmness and thinking, and observed the surrounding environment.

But after seeing this, Bai Shuang felt that there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and he froze in place.

——She saw that the hand holding the erhu in her field of vision was not the skin that a person should have in her impression.

Instead, it has the texture of wood.

Not only that, Bai Shuang desperately suppressed her flustered breathing, and saw clearly that the entire theater was full of people in the short moment when she was in a daze.

Or something else.

The benches placed in the wide atrium under the stage were crowded with "people".

They have all five senses and limbs, and at first glance they are no different from strangers.

But if you look carefully, you will find that although their facial features are as lifelike as real people, their eyes are dull and lifeless. There are no eyeballs in the eye sockets, and only a piece of black is left. They are looking at the curtain on the stage in unison. It seems that people who come to the theater are quietly waiting for the opening of the gongs and drums, and the good show will be staged.

And their bare skin on the outside of their clothes...

Obviously, like Hoarfrost, it also has the texture of wood.

All of this was shrouded in the crimson dim light, making one's hair stand on end.

The more Bai Shuang watched, the more frightened she became, but she couldn't even run away or cry, she could only sit there and watch all this happen, watching things go in an unknown direction.

At this time, the whispers of several people behind the curtain reached Bai Shuang's ears.

"That outsider, have you finished solving it?"

"Brother, don't worry, I'm safe, I've dealt with it last night, and the body is thrown in the debris pile in the warehouse. After a while, the guy in his house doesn't stare so closely, I'll throw him out and bury him." Make sure no one finds out."

"Did he say that before he died?"

"Tsk tsk, carpenters are really rich, and they make much more money than we do shadow puppetry."

"If I had known earlier, I would also be a carpenter. Who cares to learn this shit, it's tiring and doesn't make money."

"Now it's just that fool, Master Bai, who is still talking about persistence... Ha! Can persistence be eaten or exchanged for gold? If it weren't for the eighteen generations of his family's ancestors who insisted on teaching our ancestors shadow puppets, we would end up where we are now Poor looking?"

"But it's okay now. When that villager moved here, didn't you see what happened to those guys on the truck? Tsk tsk, that gold almost blinded me."

"Isn't it? Although we entered the wrong business, it's good to have such a fat sheep to slaughter?"

"Actually, it's not our fault. If the surname Zheng knew something and took the initiative to show us gold and valuable things to honor us, we wouldn't have made it to this point."

"Old Zheng, even if he is ignorant, we can't blame us if he dies. Let's reincarnate as a smart person in the next life..."

The voice of the discussion was getting quieter, and the sound of gongs and drums covered their whispers.

The candlelight behind the curtain is lit, casting the shadows of shadow puppets on the curtain.

The shadow puppet show started, and the erhu in Bai Shuang's hand began to play without her control.

But Bai Shuang's heart was as cold as a piece of wood.

She is not stupid.

What those people were talking about was clearly a murder that was done by a few of them.

Because the outsider surnamed Zheng showed his wealth when he moved to the village, he was targeted by these people, so they, eager for money, simply killed the man surnamed Zheng, planning to rob him of his property.

And the body of the man surnamed Zheng was thrown in the corner by them.

Before participating in this program, Bai Shuang never imagined that one day, he would be able to hear the whole story of a murder case with his own ears.

Her first instinct was to call.

But she quickly remembered that she was now a moving wooden statue, and she couldn't do anything except watch everything happen.

Then I will remember their faces!

Anyway, Brother Yan is here, Brother Yan will definitely find me and rescue me, I must firmly remember the faces of these murderers, draw them after I get out, and catch them!

Bai Shuang thought angrily, and desperately rolled her eyes to look behind the scenes, trying to see clearly who the people who just spoke were.

However, when Bai Shuang got her wish and successfully saw the person behind the scenes, she was stunned.

——The five shadow puppets sitting behind the scenes were also carved out of wood.

Well, that... who just spoke...?

What made Bai Shuang feel even more strange and frightening was that she suddenly discovered that there was a person sitting behind those shadow puppets.

Or, a wooden statue.

It was a woman with a pretty face.

Silk threads and wooden sticks are wrapped in the palms of her wooden carvings, and the silk threads are connected to the five wooden shadow puppets in front respectively. There is also a curtain between the shadow puppets and shadow puppets, and their shadows are projected on the front curtain.

It's like a play within a play.

The shadow puppets think they are manipulating the shadow puppets, but they themselves are woodcarvings being manipulated by others.

Bai Shuang saw helplessly that the hand of the female puppet moved.

On the curtain, light and shadow are transformed, and shadow puppetry is staged.

A simple man appeared on the curtain, surrounded by several men, next to a village house.

A dispute broke out among the few people, and the simple man questioned the others in astonishment, why he climbed over the wall and entered when there was no one in his house.

The others became angry when they were punctured by the man for what they were doing, and they scolded and shoved into a ball with the man.

Several people broke up unhappy.

The sun was setting on the curtain, and at night, other people ambush the man on the way home, and then took him away with his mouth covered, punched and kicked the man in the secret woodshed, and asked where his belongings were placed .

In the end, a knife wiped the man's neck, and the blood spattered onto the curtain. The man fell down slowly, his eyes widened in resignation, and he kept staring outside the curtain.

That look made Bai Shuang's heart tremble, and he could hardly breathe.

There was still disbelief in the man's eyes, but what was even more intense was his remorse and anger.

Even if he died, he tried his best to turn to the direction of home before dying, his eyes fixed there, as if he was worried about the safety of his family.

He's dead, so who's going to protect his family?

Baishuang's nose was sour.

After understanding the emotion in the man's eyes, as well as the blood and tears falling from the corner of the man's eyes, Bai Shuang is no longer simply afraid of the man.

She watched the shadow puppetry, and suddenly had a feeling that this was not what happened just now, but...an old event that had been forgotten by people, but was written into the shadow puppetry by unwilling and angry people, so that everyone who participated in it or stood by. People, watching the old story re-enacted over and over again.

I also recalled over and over again the reason why I was trapped here and could not get out.

Day after day, like hell.

Bai Shuang didn't know who they were, but at this moment, she sincerely hoped that those who killed the man surnamed Zheng would get the punishment they deserved.

She wants to pray for the vengeful person to succeed in revenge.

The moment this idea appeared in her mind, the sound of hunting wind suddenly came from her ears, and the scene in front of her eyes quickly changed from bright red to deep red like black ink.

Immediately there was the worried voice of Daoist Ma.

When Bai Shuang opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer in the theater, but he was not in the museum either.

Instead, he was lying in a dark wild world.

But the good news is that she regained control of her limbs.

She tried her voice a few times with "ahhh", then raised her hand and patted her face hard, and was happy to find that she had returned to normal.

But Daoist Ma, who was squatting next to him, turned his head sadly to Daoist Wang and said, it's over, this child doesn't know what happened to him, he seems stupid.

After breaking away from the emotions in the theater just now, Bai Shuang was pleasantly surprised to find that the two priests had found him.

She told the two priests all about her experience, and the priests' faces became more serious as they listened.

They exchanged the information they each had, and gradually realized the current situation.

On the way away from the field, they saw a deserted village next to them.

The two priests immediately recognized that this was the village next to the White Paper Lake. It was exactly the same as the information they read before they came, and it also matched the description of the young man with the ebony statue.

Therefore, the two priests decided to investigate the situation in the deserted village.

The entire village was overrun with weeds and bushes and seemed to have been deserted for decades.

After the people left, the vegetation swallowed up all the evidence of their existence, gradually turning this place back into a part of the forest.

The dilapidated houses have only black windows, which have not been completely covered by plants.

Bai Shuang looked up at those windows, feeling that her heart was trembling every time she took a step.

She didn't know if there would be ghosts living in those houses, and when they walked through the village, behind those windows, would there be ghosts watching their every move coldly, waiting for an opportunity.

The darkness and dead silence made Bai Shuang more and more uneasy, and even a slight sound from the side could scare her enough.

But the priests soon discovered that there were actually still people in the house in the deserted village!

But it wasn't the villagers, but the missing members of the program group.

The priests didn't see anyone in the shadow puppet museum except Ye Li.

They only saw that Ye Li was angry, and then they realized that the surroundings of the world had become pitch black, and then they came to this village and met Bai Shuang.

But now, they gradually found the staff of the program group in the village.

Some of them fell asleep in a room covered with moss and cobwebs, some were scared by mice and spiders and shivered in the corner, and some were scared and fainted when they encountered snakes.

Fortunately, no one was injured.

Therefore, the priests also took them with them to protect their safety.

When the variety show cafe saw the figures of the priests, they burst into tears.

This strong man who worked on the set and in various program groups from the bottom all the way up, no matter what difficulties and hardships he encountered in his work before, he gritted his teeth and survived, but in a short period of time in the barren village, he was rejected Destroyed the psychological defense.

Dead silence and darkness, so lonely that I don't know the passage of time, and I feel uneasy because I don't know what will happen and whether someone will save me.

All kinds of emotions almost drove the variety show cafe crazy.

If the priests hadn't found him in time, he didn't know how long he could continue in that dark and damp deserted room.

Although he didn't suffer any physical injuries, the psychological torture was terrifying enough.

The Taoists gave him a good meal to comfort him, and Bai Shuang also felt that compared to her, variety show cafes seemed to be worse.

Although they couldn't find any other guests, the priests felt that since Yan Shixun was there, plus that unpredictable Yan Shixun lover, if they really couldn't find them, then those people should be with Yan Shixun together.

Everyone thought that the next journey would be safe and sound, but Wang Daochang's sudden pain broke everyone's beautiful illusions.

Even Daoist Ma was at a loss, not knowing what happened to Daoist Wang.

It wasn't until Daoist Wang gritted his teeth and survived the wave of pain that his forehead was covered with sweat that he took a breath as if he was exhausted, and said to Daoist Ma, "The art of hating victory."

Daoist Ma was startled when he heard this: "You mean, your pain just now was because someone was manipulating your body?"

Daoist Wang nodded: "Miss Bai also said just now that she saw herself turned into a wooden sculpture and lost control of her body. I'm afraid I'm in the same situation as her, except that the man made Miss Bai unable to move, And I just sympathize with the disgust.”

The dazed and terrified variety show cafe next to him asked: "That is to say, is someone cursing the Daoist priest?"

"No, it's far more powerful and terrifying than that."

Wang Daochang and Ma Daochang looked at each other: "So, it is very likely that the other party used a method that is more subtle than the technique of disgusting victory, and all of us are likely to be under the control of the other party."

Daoist Ma's heart sank: "I thought that even if there was danger, I should come from a deserted village. I didn't expect that we were manipulated from the beginning...how can we be safe?"

Daoist Wang also sighed.

But he suddenly remembered the tombstones behind the archway of the Shadow Puppet Museum.

"You said before, the art of replacing bones. There are no corpses in those graves, only carved wooden bones, and Ms. Bai also said that she saw moving wooden dolls. And according to Ms. Bai's description, those shadow puppets, It is also similar to the photo on the stele.”

Wang Daochang was startled and realized something: "So, the reason why those wooden shadow puppets are manipulated to move is because of the bone replacement technique. Isn't it the same for us, also because of the bone replacement technique!"

Ma Daochang's face was serious and gloomy.

After vaguely guessing the current situation, the two priests did not feel any excitement or joy.

They found that the current situation was far more difficult than they had guessed before, so even heavier pressure was on their hearts.

Ma Daochang opened his mouth, but his throat was tight, and he couldn't say a word.

He thought of the official person in charge who was rushing to the museum, and Yan Shixun who disappeared, and he could only secretly hope that this time, the evil ghost in the bones would still bring them vitality and miracles like the previous few times.

otherwise……

This is a mortal dilemma.

Ma Daochang's heart trembled, and the heavy pressure of dozens of lives around him made him breathless.

If you can't find the person who manipulates everything and destroy the bone replacement technique, then even if he and Wang Daochang risk their lives, or even the entire Haiyun Temple rushes to Baizhi Lake, I'm afraid they won't be able to rescue everyone from here safely .

Half a year ago, that young man took away the ebony statue, as if he had started a hell of no return.

They still don't know what kind of evil is being suppressed by the ebony idol.

But as time goes by, the longer it drags on, the more powerful the evil spirit will gain from killing life, and the more difficult the situation will become.

If you can't uproot the evil this time and let it spread and wreak havoc, coupled with the particularity of the Southwest...

In the future, if the situation really slides into an irreversible abyss, then even if the entire Haiyun Temple is martyred and filled with the life of the Taoist priest, it will never be recovered.

No matter how powerful the ghost exorcist is, everyone who comes here will be like a wooden puppet, no matter what they do, they will be manipulated, so how can they win?

The monstrous disasters started here.

Daoist Ma simulated the possible direction in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more desperate he felt.

This is an unsolvable deadlock.

I'm afraid that the ghost exorcist who came to Baizhi Lake before them-that is, the bones thrown out of the ruined temple by those young people who were playing, he should have seen all this.

Therefore, in order to prevent the disaster of Baizhi Lake from spreading, the exorcist gave his life, and finally succeeded in finding the ebony statue, thereby suppressing all evil spirits.

But now, the ebony statue is nowhere to be found, and the two priests don't know how to find the second ebony statue.

"All the towns I've seen are not enough to suppress the evil spirits that can cause such a situation."

Daoist Ma shook his head with a wry smile: "That senior, he is really a powerful person, to be able to find such a statue... What should we do now?"

"If we fail to suppress the evil spirits of White Paper Lake and get everyone out of here, then the young man will be the first to suffer. No matter how many people die, he will be the first to take away the ebony statue. Man, I am afraid that the world will also count the cause and effect on him. Under the evil consequences, he will die suddenly, and there will be no chance of rescue."

Daoist Ma sighed, full of bewilderment and despair.

Wang Daochang touched his chin, and said in a deep voice: "I said before that my sister-in-law and the ebony statue look very similar. I am not joking. I really think that they are too similar, as if someone is talking about it. Sister-in-law made some changes and fabrications on the basis, and then carved out the statue."

"So you said, can we carve a similar one out of ebony like my sister-in-law's?"

Hearing Wang Daochang's words, Ma Daochang was almost choked to death by his own saliva.

"Sister-in-law? Who?"

Daoist Ma was stunned: "Could you be talking about Junior Brother Yan's lover?"

"Are you kidding, it's outrageous!"

Daoist Ma frowned and retorted: "Not to mention the harm caused to him by being carved into a statue of a stranger, even if all the influencing factors are excluded, he will not care about that much in a crisis. But the statue can strongly suppress evil spirits. It's not just the ebony wood and the carved evil spirit, but it must have been carved out of the real body of a certain ghost and god, because the height is similar, so it can borrow more divine power."

"You carved it in the image of Junior Brother Yan's lover, where did you get the power? Did you borrow the power of Junior Brother Yan?"

Daoist Ma: "Isn't that the same as the other possibility I mentioned, which is to hope that Junior Brother Yan can find the person behind the scenes? What's the difference between taking off your pants and farting?"

The staff of the program team watched the two priests quarreling, and took a step back in unison. Many people looked at Taoist Ma with awe in their eyes. Why didn't they realize that Taoist Ma had a bad temper.

Why are the priests of Haiyun Temple all so individual, and have a completely different style of self-cultivation from what I heard.

Daoist Wang noticed the movements of the people next to him, and couldn't help waving his hand at Daoist Ma: "Be more elegant, be more elegant, don't you pay attention to the burden of idols now, fellow Daoist Ma, you should be more careful."

Daoist Ma: "Pay attention to your fart! Your life is about to die, so many people are dying, how can you still be elegant? Can elegance save people?"

Wang Daochang was also angered.

His temper has never been better than Ma Daochang.

Besides, isn't Daoist Ma just saying that he doesn't believe in Junior Brother Yan's lover?

This made Wang Daochang very dissatisfied.

What happened to my sister-in-law?

My sister-in-law looks like a powerful hermit sect figure, and it is likely to be related to ghosts and gods. Maybe the gods enshrined by other sects are particularly partial to their disciples. My sister-in-law has seen the real body of ghosts and gods or can borrow the power of ghosts and gods. Probably.

Why is it not working?

Anyway, Wang Daochang felt that if he re-sculpted a god statue according to Ye Li's image, maybe it would really work.

How do you know if you don't try?Anyway, it won't be worse than the current situation.