Go to the mountains and follow the crew.

Ding Jie is no longer timid and no longer afraid of the "unknown horror".

If you kill an "unknown terror", how could you still be afraid?

Now he is more eager to find the "unknown horror" sooner and gain merit.

But after deciding to go to the mountains, I have to make some preparations.

You can't go recklessly.

I went recklessly, not to get the merit value, but to go thousands of miles to give away the heads.

Before going to the mountains, you still need to obtain some merit and enhance your strength.

The power is 7 points, the speed is 4 points, and the second level of the "Nine Yang Divine Art" is still a bit weak.

Ding Jie had a premonition that the unknown horror he encountered in the studio was probably a very weak unknown horror.

In other words, he is still very weak now.

The kind that is outrageously weak.

Ding Jie has already planned it and then obtained the merit value, which is divided into two steps.

First, enhance the "Nine Yang Divine Art".

Second, find another martial arts to practice, preferably attack or defense.

But there is a big problem, he has no merit value now.

Only by eliminating unknown horrors or saving people can you obtain merit values.

The difficulty is not very large.

But how can unknown horror be found?

As for the unknown horror in the basement, do you want to go?

go.

If you can't beat it, run again.

In the next few days, Ding Jie stayed at home to recuperate her injuries, and it was night.

He went to the station, avoided people, and took the opportunity to go to the basement.

But there was no clue, the door couldn't be opened, and there was no movement inside.

The sound of eating something disappeared.

After three or four days in a row, he didn't notice anything at all. In the end, Ding Jie had to give up the unknown horror in the basement first.

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June 6th.

"My father is a famous coffin maker in a village of all kinds. The coffins he made are distinctive, and they are all made of pine wood. There is a saying in the coffin shop: pine coffins will last for a hundred years. Pine wood is difficult to make. If you want to make a pine coffin, it will be difficult to make without decades of pine trees. Like ancient people, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce coffins are also divided into grades."

"The best coffin is the coffin of golden nanmu. Nanmu has a fragrance, and with the pattern of golden nanmu, it is rich and noble. In ancient times, all those who use golden nanmu were kings and princes, or a large family. Secondly, it was a coffin made of pine and cypress. Secondly, it was a coffin made of willow trees. The worst one was poplar, because poplars easily rotted. After only a few years of burial, the wood decayed, and it was the worst material in the coffin. Generally, those who are a little rich at home will not use the coffin the most."

"In front of our door, there is a pine tree. It is a pine tree that has grown for a century. It is said that this pine tree was planted by my great-grandfather. When I was a child, I often climbed up to enjoy the cool air on the pine trees."

"But for some reason, a few days ago, my father actually cut down this pine tree with a century-old history. He wanted to make a coffin, which caused a sensation in the village. Everyone in the village thought that my father was crazy. Why did he cut the tree? They said that the tree was almost turned into a spirit. If it was cut, it would be retribution."

"But my father, regardless of it, insisted on cutting down the tree, and even made a coffin with a hundred-year-old pine wood."

"A hundred-year-old pine coffin is a rare treasure. Even if it is not inferior to the golden nanmu coffin, it took two years to make it done."

"The coffin is very strange. When the pine trees were cut down, there were red rings on the trunk."

"The annual rings are red, very thin silk thread."

"There are more than a hundred."

"Now that the coffin is made, the annual rings have turned into red silk threads, covering the coffin. It is like the blood vessels of the coffin, and it looks like a creepy feeling."

"I asked my father who made the coffin for."

"Because no one in our family was about to die at that time. I was puzzled. My father told me that the family would hold a funeral soon. To whom? There were only four people in the family, I, my mother, grandpa, and father. But no one looked like he was going to die."

"After three days, I was sleeping that night. Suddenly I felt like my body was moving and I was replaced by another place to sleep. I wanted to open my eyes, but for some reason, I just couldn't open my eyes."

"Suona, crying, and mourning sounds..."

"Someone died? Who is it?"

"Why can't I move? What am I in? It's so narrow, I want to go out."

None?

The post is gone here.

Ding Jie reads posts on the documentary channel of Weiwei Forum, but after halfway through, she disappeared.

Very distressing.

Why do posts like this disappear at any time?

Don't finish writing?

"There is still no clue of unknown horror."

It's been several days, but there are still no clues of unknown horror.

He originally wanted to find some clues on the documentary channel, but found that they were all "eunuchs" posts.

No use at all.

Unknown horror...it's so hard to find?

There are no clues in the basement, but there are still no clues in other places.

I have been resting for a few days and I am about to go to the deep mountains.

If you don’t enhance your strength, you may be in a cold place when you get to the mountains.

"On June 6th, the temple fair on Temple Street was held as scheduled."

"At six o'clock in the morning, paper money and blood talismans covered the roads on Temple Street."

"A believer who went to visit today said that this year's temple fair was a bit terrifying, and the stone statues in the Taoist temple were bleeding and tears inexplicably."

"The stone statue in the temple rolled to the ground and hit the tourists, killing the tourists."

"Chaos! This year's temple fair is so chaotic."

"This station reporter, Zhao Fang. Continue to follow up on the reports for you."

A news popped up.

Temple Street?

temple fair?

Paving the road full of paper money and blood talismans.

The stone statue was bleeding and tears, and the stone statue fell to the ground and hit a person's head.

It seems that the clues of unknown terror have come.

It's seven o'clock in the evening now.

Just come and take a look.

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June 6th.

Temple Street Temple Fair.

Temple Street has a long history and existed in the Qing Dynasty.

Every June 6th, it is a temple fair.

On this day, pilgrims from all over the world will come here to burn incense.

It's eight o'clock in the evening.

There are still endless pilgrims.

"Mom, I want Mom, Mom..."

"Kid, is your mother lost? Do you want your sister to find you for help?"

A young girl of five or six years old, holding a lollipop in her arms and was dirty, standing at the entrance of a temple of Maitreya Buddha, muttering to herself like a little beggar, looking like a lost child.

In the temple of Maitreya Buddha, a noble woman in her forties happened to come out. After seeing this little girl, she couldn't help but walk forward and asked.

"Mom, my mom doesn't want me anymore. I hate mom, mom doesn't want me anymore."

"Children are not afraid. Do you still remember where you came from? My sister took you to find your mother."

"I want my mom, mom doesn't want me."

The noble woman couldn't bear it, so she walked forward, hugged the little girl, and walked towards a small alley.

There is the way the little girl pointed at.

In the brightly lit temple street, the shadow of the noble woman is getting longer and longer, but the little girl she is holding has no shadow...
Chapter completed!