Above the nine springs, people rob the earth and the spirit

"Be careful and walk in the middle." Li Lang reminded.

The children on both sides are really frightening.

Bai Tianqing took out his camera and tried to see if it could still be used, but in the lens, there was only one pale face, the one in the white mist just now. She grinned at the camera.

My shoulders became heavier.

Bai Tianqing calmly raised his hand and touched his shoulder. A drop of black liquid fell from his palm, silently covering his skin and quickly spreading.

The weight on my shoulders disappeared instantly.

Bai Tianqing walked toward the temple gate with satisfaction.

She walked very naturally and soon reached the door.

The originally closed temple door opened automatically at this moment.

A gust of cold wind carried the smell of incense and blew towards my face.

Bai Tianqing coughed twice instinctively due to being choked.

At this moment, she seemed to hear two children laughing next to her.

The wind moved away from him, and something passed by him, making people's skin crawl.

Bai Tianqing silently let the black liquid cover her body under her clothes, and the cold feeling made her feel a little warm.

Sure enough, what is the most reliable thing in this world? own strength.

There is not only the City God in the Chenghuang Temple, but after entering, there are shrines in front and on the left and right sides. At a glance, there are quite a lot of statues.

In the middle is a gossip-shaped incense altar. There is nothing in it at the moment, and no one is lighting incense, but the smell of incense makes people cry.

Li Lang picked up his camera and planned to take pictures of the temple.

Bai Tianqing reminded: "Generally speaking, photography is not allowed in temples."

Even if there are no horror games, filming is not allowed under normal circumstances, as it is said to be disrespectful to the gods.

Not to mention horror games.

The statue here may not be anything.

Such a small temple, with so many statues of gods, and one thing living in each one, is enough for people like them to eat more than a pot each.

Li Lang paused and finally put down the camera.

Indeed, forget about other places, you still have to be careful when it comes to temples.

Even if I don’t take pictures, I can’t seem to see anything.

They didn't dare to go in rashly and just stood at the door.

The door behind him was not closed, but white mist had already enveloped it.

They have nowhere to go.

So after the silence, Li Lang said: "I'd better take a picture."

Wang Kai on the side was silent for a moment and said: "But if it is dangerous, we may all die here."

"Yes, what if you die in reality? You officials probably know better than us, whether the disappeared post is true or false..." Meng Pingping also said.

"Then why do you still enter the dungeon? The game never forces players to enter the dungeon, right?" Next to Li Lang, a teammate who had not spoken much spoke.

One sentence made both Wang Kai and Meng Pingping shut up.

To put it bluntly, they still have a sense of luck. They want to acquire innate skills that can be used in reality, which is equivalent to having super powers.

There has been a saying outside that this is actually the time for human beings to evolve. They will either evolve superpowers or die.

The game cabin only has so much space, and unless the player dies completely, other people cannot be bound.

Now that the officials are suppressing it, and a large number of game cabins are in official hands, the news has not been revealed much, and no one knows about it, otherwise everything would have been in chaos long ago.

Of course, the two of them were willing to give their names because they were sure that they were safe enough in reality and that there were official people in the copy. The remaining blue and white porcelain seemed to have nothing to fear.

In short, they want to bet that as long as they can get the talent skills, they will not download any more copies.

After all, no one would die in normal dungeons, so why should it be their turn?

Li Lang had already taken a photo of the incense altar in front of him. This is his fourth photo.

In the photo, the incense altar in front of me is filled with incense and arranged neatly, all in groups of four.

Although the photo was taken of the incense altar, the upper edge captured the threshold of the temple in front, and someone could vaguely be seen kneeling there.

Although Bai Tianqing didn't look at what he took, there was no need to look at it.

Because after he finished reading, lit incense suddenly appeared on the incense altar in front of them.

There seemed to be people in the dark temple ahead, but only their feet could be seen.

Okay, you really need to take pictures. After taking pictures, you should be able to reveal the real scene in the entire temple.

But by then, will they still be alive?

Li Lang pursed his lips and looked seriously.

"Let's all start taking pictures."

Bai Tianqing glanced at him, this man was quite courageous.

With his words, the two teammates around him had already pressed the shutter on the temples on both sides.

With a snap, candles lit up in the originally dark temple on both sides, which had no idea what kind of thing it was inside.

The lights flickered on and off, not too bright, but enough for people to see the scene inside.

The statues are holy and compassionate, completely different from the horror imagined.

But this only makes people's hair stand on end.

Bai Tianqing rubbed her arms, allowing more black liquid to coat herself along her skin. She even pulled the zipper of her school uniform to the top, covering her neck so that her neck was fully protected.

Li Lang didn't use his last opportunity to take pictures, and ignored Wang Kai and Meng Pingping, asking his teammates to take pictures of the temple directly in front of them.

The same situation occurred, but no one was seen.

Just now you could still see the figure's exposed feet, but now they are all gone.

After all the temples became brighter, a burst of fairy music seemed to slant down from the sky above.

The voice was ethereal and beautiful, and seemed to be mixed with infinite majesty, making people feel awe.

Because of the awe, the fear just now was swept away, leaving only a heartfelt, pious feeling of wanting to worship.

Once this feeling arises, they cannot control it and want to go to the main hall and kneel down.

Oh, wait a minute, should I light a stick of incense first?

But where to get the incense?

click-

Wang Kai accidentally took a photo of a certain location.

A prayer stand appeared, filled with incense and a stove with a fire next to it.

click-

There was another sound, the sound of Meng Pingping shooting overhead.

At the top, there was a sudden burst of light, as if divine light was shining all over the place. The colorful golden light cut through the darkness and fell on the small temple and on a group of people.

A warm feeling arises spontaneously, as if it is about to take flight in the next moment.

They seemed to be floating.

Except Bai Baiqing.

Her face was complicated, and the black liquid on her body was absorbing power on its own. The light above her head was like a large power plant, and she was a mobile phone that would never stop charging. It felt like the battery would be overloaded at any time.

Of course, she was just a little more awake than others because of this, but the music still made her dizzy.

Anyway, these people didn't notice that Bai Tianqing let the black liquid cover his ears.

much better.

When my mind clears up, the scene in front of me is also changing.

In fact, I didn’t want to write about supernatural themes anymore, because I dream a lot less, and I don’t want to dream anymore. Writing about this kind of theme will make me feel something. When I couldn’t help conceiving the plot last night, as expected, there was a child with a grin on his face. , black eyes, blue-black skin, um...smiling at me, I chanted the curse several times before it faded away. When I wrote it today, I felt that extra clear picture again, and more than that one thing, I can't describe it... I'd really appreciate it. But at the beginning, I scrapped nearly twenty beginnings and seven or eight themes, and this theme is still the most touching. . .