I glanced at the old man Huang who was staring blankly on the ground, and I didn't feel the least bit afraid.

This guy must have done something bad and deserves to die.

After struggling for so long, I was a little hungry. I looked at the fruits and vegetables on the ground used for sacrifice and swallowed.

It is said that there are ghosts in the ghost temple, but today I saw hedgehogs, people, and dead people, but I didn't see the so-called ghosts.

So, where is the ghost?

I tilted my little head and thought about it for a long time. My head hurt and my stomach started to growl when I thought about it.

Maybe it's in people's hearts.

Thinking of this, I ate the tribute with peace of mind.

The little hedgehog came out from behind the statue and looked at me curiously.

I gave some to it and it devoured it.

I stopped eating the tribute, gently touched the little hedgehog's belly, and looked up at the headless statue in the ghost temple.

I regained my consciousness, and that was it.

In the past that I had forgotten, something like this actually happened.

I was about to call the dream-eating tapir, but I found that the little hedgehog suddenly coughed painfully and rolled on the ground holding his stomach.

This dream is not over yet!

Only then did I realize that what the hedgehog and I were eating was a sacrifice? It was clearly a yellow talisman!

The hedgehog's belly suddenly became enlarged and swollen, and there was something alive inside.

I grabbed the little hedgehog, opened its mouth, and stretched out my little finger to clasp its throat.

It spat it out with a "wow" sound.

The stuff it spits out is weird.

A bunch of hair, two red ropes, and half a talisman.

These things fell wetly to the ground. After a while, they turned into a puddle of pus and completely dissipated.

The little hedgehog pulled out a thorn on his body and stuck it into my palm.

I didn't stop it, but looked at it steadily.

I helped it, but it actually repaid me with kindness?

The little hedgehog shrank its neck, looked at me carefully with its small eyes, and sighed slightly. It actually looked more like a human being.

It dipped its paws into the remaining blood on the ground and wrote two words on the ground crookedly.

'do not go'.

Don’t go? Don’t go where?

I was only five or six years old at that time. Where could I go?

Before I could figure it out, the little hedgehog stretched out his paws to hide a talisman, and with a 'swish' sound, it disappeared.

In the ruined temple, only me, the headless sculpture, and a hideous corpse were left.

I stepped onto the altar in a few steps and reached out to touch the sculpture, but I only felt my hands full of ashes.

There are many dense slash marks on the neck of the sculpture, as if someone had decapitated it with an axe.

I touched the neck of the sculpture and found that the sculpture was actually hollow. The inside of his neck was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly.

I put my hand in and shook it twice, but I didn't touch anything.

Just when he was about to pull it back, something happened suddenly.

My hand was grabbed!

Cold, gloomy, wet, and hairy.

Chills shot up from my fingertips and went straight to the top of my head, making my whole body numb and creepy.

If I were the child I am now, I would be so scared that I would pee and cry.

I gritted my teeth, held the other person's hand, and kept groping. I wanted to figure out what was inside this?!

At this moment, there was a loud "poof!" followed by an extremely stinky smell spreading in the air.

The smell stung my eyes, made me dizzy, and was extremely familiar.

I grinded my teeth and squeezed out three words from my mouth: "Food! Dream! Tapir!"

Then he pulled the dream-eating tapir out of the sculpture!

When the dream-eating tapir saw that I was deflated, it immediately shook its nose with laughter. This time, it didn't turn into a red-clothed ghost, but instead used its own true form to enter my dream.

It kept laughing at me.

I raised it in front of my eyes and pinched its nose until it turned blue.

"You were in the sculpture and saw the whole process?!"

The Dream-Eating Tapir suppressed his smile, shook his head and said, "Not really. You were so bold when you were a child, and you dared to put your hand into the body of the sculpture. You simply thought you lived too long. Thanks to my generosity, I didn't

Keep it in mind, I'll just knock you out the moment you put it in, otherwise you won't be able to survive even if you have a few lives."

"You mean, this sculpture is alive? Is it possessed by a monster like Ling Zhi?"

"Hey, what the hell are you? How can you compare with him? Let me tell you this, even if a hundred of them come, they won't be his match."

"This ghost temple is not just what it looks like."

"Otherwise, why do you think the flames only burned Old Monster Huang? You were so close, so it stands to reason that both of you would have been burned together. Ma Xiulian was just too impatient. She didn't need to take action. The flames only burned the soul, and it didn't take more than half a moment.

Bell, Old Monster Huang will be burned to the point of death. Ma Xiulian’s killing of Old Monster Huang is just a result of the cause and effect.”

The dream-eating tapir sighed, but his tone was actually full of gloating.

I really don't remember anything about this experience.

The Dream-eating Tapir took advantage of my dazzling performance, turned around, jumped off me, and sat on the altar with its two short legs dangling.

Suddenly, I thought of something and said uncertainly: "How do I remember that Ma Xiulian had a child, a boy named Li Gang..."

The two small eyes of the dream-eating tapir were moving around, as if carefully observing the layout of the ghost temple.

"You remember correctly, Ma Xiulian has a child."

"Isn't Li Dazhu incapable of giving birth?"

"I was conceived tonight."

I frowned: "Is it Mr. Huang's child?"

The Dream-Eating Tapir sneered: "Didn't you see the process? Old Monster Huang didn't even tear her clothes completely apart before he had time to start."

I was startled and looked back at the headless sculpture. I always felt that it was staring at me.

However, this sculpture doesn’t even have eyes, so how can it look at me?

"Did the goddess's request for a child succeed?"

The dream-eating tapir nodded indifferently and stared at me with his white eyes, clearly disdainful of me making a fuss.

"What's this? From ancient times to the present, there are countless legends: Hua Xu stepped on the footprints and felt it and gave birth to Fuxi, Nv Deng saw a dragon in her dream and gave birth to Emperor Yan, attached a treasure and saw lightning surrounding the Big Dipper and gave birth to Yellow Emperor, and

Didn’t the Virgin Mary who I mentioned earlier also gave birth to Jesus through emotion? It’s nothing new.”

"As you said last time, doesn't this kind of thing usually happen to virgins? Ma Xiulian has been married for ten years."

The Dream-eating Tapir waved his hand, his eyes showing sarcasm: "We didn't have these messy sayings in ancient times, they were all passed down by foreign feudal missionaries.

Some people, since they claim to be gods, get a little bit of everything, specifically take the dross and remove the essence, and apply everything to themselves. In the end, they end up with a mess that is neither earthy nor foreign. But this is how it is, and some people still believe it.
Chapter completed!