The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 257 Clay Sculpture
If the previous Baiyang Village incident had some clues, then this time the Qingchen Mountain incident didn't even have such hints, only two memory clues of unknown origin remained.

"The biggest coincidence point of the two memories is the ghost temple on the hillside of Qingchen Mountain. Go there and check it out first."

Wen Zhong lowered his head and thought for a moment, then a deep gray light emerged from his body, the mountain was shrouded in gray light, and the ghost domain extended, and the surrounding area had already entered the ghost domain.

The next moment, Wen Zhong's figure disappeared in the same place, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived outside the ghost temple halfway up Qingchen Mountain.

Wen Zhong looked up and down, and found that this ghost temple was almost exactly the same as those two memories, without any changes.

"People in my memory used the word transaction when referring to this ghost temple. Coincidentally, I know one supernatural phenomenon related to transaction."

Even though those two memories are extremely real, at most he only regards them as a reference for completing the third stage of the ceremony.

Once anything has something to do with supernatural powers, he can't completely trust it, after all, he still knows too little about supernatural powers.

Pushing open the dilapidated temple door, he stepped forward and stepped in. The whole temple looked very dilapidated. When he stepped in, he could clearly feel a cold air blowing towards him.

Then his body trembled, and all the muscles in his body froze completely at this moment, as if bound by invisible ropes. It took a long time before he regained consciousness.

No, it was only his body that regained consciousness, and I don't know if it was his illusion. At this moment, Wen Zhong only felt that he had become an ordinary person again.

The ghost in his body seemed to be deprived by this ghost temple, and he couldn't feel anything.

This is the first time he has encountered such an extremely abnormal situation, it is incomprehensible, it is simply unbelievable, his current situation is like a swimming pool that has been filled with water, everything is blank.

A drop of cold sweat involuntarily oozes from the forehead. Although Baiyang Village is weird, there are traces to follow. Even if you go back in time and coincide with the supernatural place, there are traces to follow after all.

The weirdness and danger of this place are definitely far beyond his imagination.

And most importantly, in the previous two memories, there was no such situation at all. This is a completely unknown mutation, and he has no information.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong turned his head and glanced at the temple door, it was still open and creaked by the wind, nothing unusual could be seen, and the surroundings were also unusually quiet except for the sound of the wind.

"It's a bit similar to the room that was exchanged at equal value, but it's even weirder and weirder than that." Wen Zhong raised his eyebrows. Instead of retreating, he walked towards the inside.

Blindly shrinking back in the midst of supernatural events may lead to no clues in the end. Of course, if you blindly take risks, you may capsize in the gutter. It is very important to grasp a degree between the two.

The whole temple was very spacious and empty at the same time. Comparing the ruined temple in the two memories, he quickly noticed the difference.

"In the vast Fengdu, there are many King Kong Mountains."

"Lingbao has infinite light, and the hole illuminates the lake of fire."

"Three souls and seven souls, accompanied by fragrant clouds and streamers."

"Dinghui green lotus, reborn in the world of gods and immortals."

These few sentences were forcibly carved on the wall with a carving knife. Wen Zhong had seen these few sentences in a book, the title was "Prison Breaking Spirit Chapter", which was used when doing things to save people.

"Has anyone ever saved a ghost here?" Wen Zhong stared at the words engraved on the wall, which was a very meaningful clue to him.

"Puchi-"

Suddenly, a wrist-thick incense stick in the incense burner on the altar table was ignited out of thin air, and a dim yellow flame illuminated the entire ghost temple. At the same time, a sculpture made of mud appeared behind the altar table.

"Um?!"

This sudden change made Wen Zhong take several steps back involuntarily. If there was no wall behind him, he might have exited the door directly.

This change was a bit too weird, without any warning, a clay sculpture appeared extremely abruptly.

It was wearing a dark red veil, with two transparent stones inlaid on its face, and the rest of its facial features seemed to be pinched out by someone, which looked extremely uncoordinated.

And as the incense burns, the body of this clay sculpture continues to bulge and then fall.

It seems that there is a dead body buried in its body, and it is still greedily sucking the incense on the altar.

"This ghost..." Wen Zhong subconsciously wanted to use ghost pupils to peek at this clay sculpture, but at this moment he obviously couldn't do it.

Except for the dense corpse spots on his body, he is now like an ordinary person, unable to do anything.

The smoke was still filling, and Wen Zhong didn't act rashly. If this clay sculpture is a terrifying ghost, then he hasn't triggered the opponent's killing pattern yet.

Of course, this does not mean that he is safe now, the sudden appearance of this clay sculpture itself is a danger signal.

"This temple doesn't seem to be trading, but it's more like offering sacrifices to something, etc. If it is analyzed from the general logic, the act of offering sacrifices itself has the nature of a transaction."

The original purpose of the temple is to be built to fulfill people's wishes. This is its essence. No matter how the times change, the most basic nature will not change.

"Then the anomaly that happened in this ghost temple is the supernatural event that needs to be resolved in the blood."

Wen Zhong was thinking while observing the clay sculpture not far away, trying to analyze some useful information.

At this moment, the smoke from the burning incense stick in the incense burner suddenly increased, and a fishy smell of burning corpse oil spread in the temple together with the smoke.

The incense ash fell on the altar that was so old that it exuded a decaying smell. Under Wen Zhong's somewhat surprised eyes, it was combined into a paragraph of text, and each font was crooked like it was written by a primary school student.

"Believers, do you want to trade or return it."

After Wen Zhong saw this passage, his eyes widened unconsciously, and at the same time, there was a piercing chill behind his back, not for this ghost who could only write, but for the other party's name.

Believers.

This ghost is thinking of itself as something.

For a long while, Wen Zhong froze in place, he didn't dare to make any rash moves, for fear that if he made a wrong step, he would fall into a situation beyond redemption.

Maybe it was because Jian Wenzhong hadn't moved for a long time, or it could be because of other reasons, at this moment, another pinch of incense ash fell from the side of the censer onto the table.

(End of this chapter)