The survivors on the cruise ship who finally made it ashore alive.
There are only about forty people left.
One hundred and ninety candidates, and more than thirty crew members.
A total of two hundred and twenty-seven people.
Only more than forty people survived.
It can't be said to be miserable.
Captain Yuan Bo took the advice of Ling Dao Ren, Ding Yun, and two crew members who had explored the deserted mountainside villages with Liu Hou.
Go and stay in a deserted village for the time being.
To avoid the cold night air.
To avoid losing more manpower.
Ding Yun looked sad, sitting in a half-collapsed house, and asked the psychic: "Do you think Brother Liu will be okay?"
The spiritual channeler comforted him: "Brother Liu has great supernatural powers, so he should be fine."
"But he hasn't returned to the village for an entire afternoon."
"Maybe I was delayed by something."
As soon as Yuan Bo settled the survivors, he walked in and asked, "I heard from Tian Kai and Shao Cheng. Is there anything weird in this village?"
The spiritual guide chuckled and said, "Captain, did they tell you about the tablets in the temple?"
"Said."
Yuan Bo frowned.
At first he didn't believe it.
After all, how could someone have obtained the registration information of the candidates on board the ship in advance, and even made a memorial tablet.
The most unbelievable thing is that as long as the photo on the tablet is torn off, that person will still die.
There is no such thing!
But when he went to take a look, he was stunned.
I actually believed most of it.
Because there is indeed the tablet mentioned by Tian Kai and his wife in the temple, and only about 40 or so of the photos on the tablet are in color.
All other photos are in black and white.
Like a photo left behind.
And those more than 40 color photos happened to be more than 40 people who were still alive.
Not more, not less.
This strange situation was beyond Yuan Bo's understanding and frightened him.
Order the crew to put away everyone’s tablets and not allow anyone to touch them.
Yuan Bo originally wanted to know more information from Ding Yun and Ling Taoist.
But the two of them didn't know much.
"You guys should go to bed early and get through the night first."
Yuan Bo saw that he couldn't get anything out of him, so he was ready to leave.
Suddenly, a steward rushed in in a panic: "Captain, something happened."
"What's up?"
Yuan Bo frowned: "Is it possible that the surviving candidates started fighting?"
What he is most worried about now is that there are still people who are thinking about the jade sign and want to snatch it away.
But the steward shook his head: "No. It's the white lanterns hanging in front of each room. They, they light up!"
"The white lantern is on?"
Yuan Bo was stunned.
He inspected these white lanterns after entering the village.
They are all brand new lanterns, as if they have only been hung up for a few days.
There are candles inside.
It is incompatible with this dilapidated deserted village.
"Which room's white lantern is on?"
he asked casually.
But the shipman said something that shocked him: "All the lanterns lit up at the same time."
Yuan Bo shivered all over: "No one lit the candles inside?"
"No."
The crewman couldn't help but be afraid: "There are a few white lanterns that light up by themselves right in front of me."
Yuan Bo and Ding Yun looked at each other.
Several people immediately walked out of the house.
really!
The white lanterns hanging outside the house where Ding Yun and Ling Taoist rested were also lit up.
In the dark night, many white lanterns emit a faint yellow light.
Illuminating the roads and scenery of the deserted village.
A gust of wind blew over.
All the white lanterns are shaking.
Like a ghost.
Eerie and terrifying.
Yuan Bo didn't believe in evil, so he took off the white lantern beside him and inspected it carefully.
A very ordinary white lantern.
The lantern is covered with a thick layer of white rice paper.
The white candle inside has a lot of dregs.
They are not the crafts of modern society.
It's more like handmade with ancient methods.
There is no universe or mechanism inside, it is just a lantern.
But how can this lantern light up by itself?
Yuan Bo couldn't explain it.
But it's conceivable.
The lantern suddenly lit up on its own, causing another wave of panic among the fragile nerves of the many candidates who had narrowly escaped death after the cruise ship sank.
The people in Ling Dao are worthy of being old Taoist priests, and they are well-informed.
He leaned close to Yuan Bo and whispered: "Captain, the candle lit in this white lantern is not an ordinary candle."
Yuan Bo turned to look at him: "Do you know what kind of lamp this is?"
The spiritual channeler nodded, his face a little solemn: "I'm afraid it's You Luo Deng."
"You Luo Lantern?"
Yuan Bo's eyes widened: "Impossible, the manufacturing process of Youluo Lantern has been lost long ago."
"But the more I look at it, the more it looks like. This damn place has monsters bigger than a ship. Maybe it's a closed space.
This space is sealed, the people in the village are isolated from the rest of the world, and the food they eat is made using old techniques.
Things that are lost in the outside world may not necessarily be lost in this village that has been isolated for countless years."
The spiritual channeler said.
Yuan Bo was silent.
He had already made similar speculations after the cruise ship sailed into this unfamiliar Yangtze River waterway.
This part of the Yangtze River is very strange.
The depth of the river is unfathomable, and the fog still lingers there.
This island is also weird and weird.
Definitely not a normal place.
Perhaps this river area was really sealed by powerful Taoist seniors in ancient times for some reason.
If that's true.
So it is not surprising that there are Youluo lanterns in this small dilapidated village.
Yuan Bo's eyes fell on the white paper lanterns that were constantly swaying in the wind.
After a long time, he said: "If it is really You Luo Deng, it will be troublesome."
He ordered the boatman beside him: "Go and inform everyone to gather in the village temple. You are not allowed to move alone. Tonight, all of us are crowded in the temple."
The crewman hurriedly went to deliver the order.
Yuan Bo sighed.
Youluo lanterns are not ordinary things. They light up automatically when night falls.
Attract the souls of the dead back home.
If the dead soul simply goes home, that's fine.
But Yuanbo always felt that it would not be that simple.
There is something weird everywhere in this deserted village. It is obviously dilapidated, but who hung these lanterns at the door of the house?
There must be others on the island.
And the purpose is unclear.
"Let's go, let's meet at the temple too."
There were many things that I couldn't figure out. Yuan Bo was a rough man. After thinking about it for a while, my brain hurt, and then I gave up.
The nameless temple in the deserted village is the only intact building in the village.
The interior space is also very large.
It is more than enough to accommodate more than 40 people for the night.
On the way to the Wuming Temple.
Suddenly they heard a scream.
Several people stopped and suddenly ran in the direction of the howling.
But I haven't taken a few steps yet.
Miserable howls came one after another, resounding throughout the village.
It seems that many survivors were attacked at the same time.
"What happened?"
Yuan Bo was shocked.
The survivors were Taoist priests who were unfamiliar with each other, and they distrusted each other because of the jade lottery.
So they lived scattered in various houses in the village.
This time, he suffered a disaster.
"Spread out, separate to save people."
Yuan Bo shouted.
Ding Yun, the spiritual passerby, and several ship attendants behind him crossed each other and passed by.
They split up and headed in several directions, heading towards the location of the miserable howling.
Ding Yun was terrified as he ran.
He had a premonition that something big was going to happen!
Chapter completed!