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Time came to the fifth day without any disturbance.

Last night, Qin Manjiang didn't know when he fell asleep again. When he opened his eyes, he saw the heavy fog filling the city.

He stopped the car and rushed to Guanyin Pinghu. Today was the last day and he didn't want to be late.

Midway, he received a call from Yan Xiao, saying that Shen Su was missing. He adjusted the surveillance and found that Shen Su had climbed out of the window.

Then Yan Xiao said something like asking him to be careful, and then went to look for traces of the wreckage.

Soon, Zhong Xueran also called. After all, the last person who tried to escape the challenge permanently was Yang, and Yang was already dead.

At least he's apparently dead.

The last person to call was Nie Yunzhen.

"careful."

She spoke concisely and to the point, and hung up the phone without giving Qin Manjiang time to answer.

After that, no one called me again.

When we arrived at the Guanyin Pinghu area, as if we knew he was coming today, there was a special opening in the iron plate of Baizu Construction, and there were no staff inside.

Qin Manjiang turned his head and glanced at the camera hidden in the leaves. Is it from the Bai family?

Just watch it.

On this day, no one bothered Qin Manjiang anymore, but there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes staring at him everywhere, both openly and secretly.

The entire world's time seemed to have pressed the pause button at the same time. Everything was frozen and focused on Qin Manjiang, the Guanyin Pinghu.

At night, when it was three minutes until twelve o'clock, Qin Manjiang raised his head and glanced at the sky.

There is no moon tonight, and the thick black clouds seem to collapse at any time.

It's really strange... It's so late at night and in such a dark environment, but I can still vaguely see the clouds in the sky.

Qin Manjiang, who was about to start the game, suddenly thought of such a thing.

Guanyin Pinghu, Guanyin Village...

Qin Manjiang stared at the dark and calm lake.

As the time approached twelve o'clock, the lake surface in his eyes gradually changed.

Bubbles rose up from the dark and cold water, as if countless people below were gasping for breath in a laborious and desperate manner.

The oppressive and cold breath crawled from the lake to the shore, and soon wrapped around him.

The lake surged as if it had been boiled, and huge, dark shadows rose from beneath the water.

Qin Manjiang's heart felt like a stone was pressing on it, making him breathless.

This depression has nothing to do with the evil ghost, but it is worse than the terror that can be called a life threat.

A huge, damaged Guanyin sculpture slowly emerged from the water.

"Wow..."

The water flowed back to the lake, and the silent, huge, and strangely damaged Guanyin head stretched out in front of Qin Manjiang's eyes.

[Guanyin Pinghu——Start. 】

Along with that depression, Qin Manjiang seemed to be involved in the torrent of time, and went upstream, in a daze...for twenty years.

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twenty years ago.

I heard that the name Guanyin Village was originally used to control disasters.

When it rains heavily, mountain streams flood, and the rice fields in the paddy fields are flooded, leaving even a village unable to survive.

Later, the village chief found a way to invite a Guanyin statue and changed the name of the village to Guanyin Village. It seemed to have some effect. At least since the Guanyin statue was invited, there has been no flood on the mountain.

In fact, according to rural saying, this kind of name is not allowed, whether it is given to a person or to a village, it is not good.

To put it simply, the name is too big and the fate cannot hold it down.

For an unknown village that is often flooded, no one understands this rule and it is not important.

But such good luck only lasted through the rainy summer. As soon as winter came, something terrible happened.

The coldness penetrated the earth, and the earth cracked with large and small cracks.

From south to north, from east to west, there was no warning. This kind of thing has never happened before, but today in winter, it did happen.

The village chief, who is in his sixties, has a dark face and wears a torn cotton-padded jacket, walking around the village with his hands in his sleeves.

It rained heavily a few days ago. It stopped raining last night, and then there was a big drop in temperature.

The temperature dropped so much that the ground cracked with frost.

After wandering around the village, the village chief discovered that most of the cracks extended from underneath the Guanyin statue.

The dark-faced old village chief took out a cigarette from his arms. The cigarette was black and shiny, and the back of his stretched out hand had several cracks like the ground.

He took two quick puffs.

After entering the house, he took off his cotton hat. Facing a room full of dark and shiny eyes, the old village chief shook his head and said, "You can't get out, it's so cold."

There was a lot of chatter in the room instantly.

No one expected that winter in the south would be so difficult.

Unlike the north, the south does not have the habit of storing food for the winter, nor can it be stored, and it spoils quickly.

But this winter it was surprisingly cold.

It rained several times in a row just after winter started a few days ago, as if it wanted to pour back all the water that had been avoided in the summer.

At first no one took it seriously, it was just a few rains.

But slowly, things started to go wrong.

After the rain stopped last night, there was no snow, but the temperature dropped sharply.

There is only one road out of the village. Someone carried Dong to go out to see. The road was cracked and broken into a five-meter-wide chasm, which was impossible to cross.

The village was instantly cut off from the outside world. It still had food and clothing, but it couldn't be wasted all the time, so it asked the village chief to think of a way.

The village chief went out for a walk in the severe cold, and his ears almost froze off. Apart from discovering that most of the cracks were oriented towards the Guanyin statue, he only came to the conclusion that it would be freezing to death if he went out individually.

The whole room was silent, suppressing an unspeakable atmosphere.

Although people will not starve to death in a short period of time, and the food is fully eaten, and there are livestock, but the pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens and dogs are also fully eaten?

In the midst of this eerie silence.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

There was a knock on the door.

The villagers looked at each other. People in the village didn't know how to knock on the door. If something happened, they would just kick the door in.

Who could be knocking on the door now?

The only road leading in and out of the village was broken by the frost, which was really strange.

The village chief winked at the dark-faced strong man beside him, and the strong man stood up and opened the door.

"Creak--" With a sound, the door opened, and the eyes of the men in the room straightened.

What appeared at the door turned out to be a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

She was as beautiful as a flower, and her skin was whiter than the whitest steamed bun they had ever seen. What was even worse was that this girl was naked from head to toe, with no clothes on at all!

The old village chief was the first to react. He quickly said "ouch" and got up to ask what was going on.

The dark-faced man by the door was already busy pulling the girl into the house.

As soon as the naked girl was pulled into the house, she heard a "bang" sound, and the wooden door slammed shut...

At this time, under the Guanyin statue——

The figure of a man changed from a vague and transparent shape to an entity.

Qin Manjiang just stood up and regained consciousness.

I felt an extremely obvious gaze.

So cold...

He turned around and looked up.

A four- to five-meter-tall stone statue of Guanyin looked down at him.

(The chapter on Guanyin begins. The third update will be tomorrow. Good night.)