The san value is zeroed on the spot.

A chill rose from the tailbone and rushed straight to the sky spirit cover. Zhang Yuanqing was like a furry cat, jumping high in place, blurting out a national curse:

"Fuck the mud horse!"

This is the instinct of making noise unconsciously when a person is strongly stimulated or frightened.

He finally knew why his shoulders were so sore, and he also understood why the corpse by the window had to carry a bronze mirror with him.

This is to observe whether I have been lying on my shoulders by the vengeful spirit.

When did it lie on my shoulder, when it walked into the courtyard, or entered this room?

Who gave me the courage to go out to explore, did Liang Jingru?!

My mind was like a burst of trouble, and all kinds of thoughts emerged in an instant, and fear came like a frenzy.

Although he knew that there were strange and terrible things in this temple, he was still indescribable panic in real faced with ghosts.

By the way, I have the talisman. Zhang Yuanqing took out the yellow paper talisman from the left pocket of the windbreaker with trembling hands, and put it on his shoulders as a dead horse.

Bang!

The corpse-suppressing talisman patted the shoulder, and he raised the brass mirror and carefully looked at it. The man with a white face and black lips and a pair of dead white eyes was still lying on his shoulder.

It's useless. This thing is not considered a corpse-like yin object and it's gone. Zhang Yuanqing felt his shoulders getting more and more sore, and his hands and feet were getting cold.

These are not illusions, but real loss of yang energy.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing thought of the corpse at the bottom of the table in the main hall and the senior who died tragically under the window. Next, he would probably die here like two people.

A bone-broken chill surged in my heart.

"Da da!"

Suddenly, at this deadly moment, there were slight footsteps coming from the corridor outside...

The footsteps were light, but in the quiet night, it was very clear.

.Zhang Yuanqing felt a stern in his heart, and quickly squatted down, beside the body under the window.

The footsteps were a bit familiar, very similar to the sound he heard when he entered the temple.

"Dadadada"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he walked towards this side. Zhang Yuanqing did not dare to breathe, his whole body was tense, and he could vaguely hear his crazy heartbeat.

When the footsteps passed outside the window, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but look at the ground in the room. The moonlight shone in, forming a lattice window shadow on the ground.

The window is not high, only reaching the waist. At the height of a normal person, when passing through the window, the moonlight will definitely be reflected on the ground, but he didn't see anything.

This shows that things passing outside the window have no body.

Fortunately, the sound of footsteps passed by the window, and did not stop or enter the house, and gradually moved away.

Huh. Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief silently, concentrating on the sound of footsteps that were gone, and heard it stepping into the yard and making a "rustling" sound of trampling on the weeds.

Then it stopped, and a few seconds later, the footsteps sounded again.

This time the footsteps are not simple walking, but steps with certain rules and rhythms.

What does it do in the yard?

Zhang Yuanqing supported his cold body and stood up with some difficulty, looking out through the broken window paper.

Under the moonlight and in the weeds, a pair of brand new, Western-style red dance shoes are dancing tap dance in the night.

Moon night, deserted temple, red shoes, and solo dancing.

This scene looks both absurd and weird, and it also reveals an unspeakable loneliness?

How could there be a pair of Western-style dance shoes in the mountain temple in the Ming Dynasty?

The dilapidated temple became more and more strange. He squatted back quietly and waited patiently.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the resentful spirit lying on his shoulder continued to grab his yang energy. His body became more and more stiff, and the soreness on his shoulders turned into a tingling pain.

He felt that if this continues, either the yang energy will be exhausted and die, or the shoulder bone will be broken and die of injury.

In the painful torture, the dance in the yard disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing still didn't dare to show up. After waiting for a while, he carefully looked into the yard through the window.

The yard was filled with moonlight, and the weeds stood quietly, and the strange dancing shoes left.

"call."

He let out a breath of turbid air with relief. He was about to stand up, but his knees sank and fell to the ground.

After the tense nerves relaxed, the adrenaline subsided, and he realized that his condition was worse than he thought.

The shoulders were tingling with a scorching pain, the bones seemed to be about to crack, the knees were stiff, and the blood seemed to be solidified.

He grabbed the bronze mirror tremblingly. In the gray mirror, Zhang Yuanqing saw that he looked pale, looked listless, and had dim pupils. He was not a normal person, but he was clearly a sick person who had exhausted oil and dried up.

On his shoulders, the black-lipped resentful spirit stared at him strangely and silently.

If this continues, he will surely die, but what can he do? He can't touch the vengeful spirit on his shoulders.

The strong pain in the shoulder bone forced him to back against the wall to support his body.

He turned his head and looked at the corpse of the worker senior. The posture of each person and the corpse was exactly the same.

"So that's how it is." Zhang Yuanqing smiled bitterly.

He seemed to have seen his ending and heard the sigh of death.

But Zhang Yuanqing did not give up his desire to survive. His brain was still active, like an overloaded CPU, looking for hope to survive in desperate situations.

In the flash of lightning, the corpse under the table in the main hall flashed by in a complicated and chaotic flow of information.

"The shoulder fracture degree of the two corpses is different. The shoulder injury of the corpse in the main hall is not fatal. The vengeful spirit lying on the shoulder is let go? No, the vengeful spirit cannot show mercy."

"Why did he hide under the table?"

"When I entered the temple, the red dance shoes secretly followed me, but when I entered the main hall, it left..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing's dim and turbid pupils lit up hopeful light.

Return to the main hall and return to the main hall immediately!

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"Plop!"

He fell in the yard, fell into the weeds, and could no longer stand up.

Zhang Yuanqing's teeth trembled and collided up and down, making a "click" sound, feeling like he was in the cold winter.

The "severe cold" takes away the heat and erodes the will.

Zhang Yuanqing crawled towards the main hall little by little, exerting all his strength. He raised his head, so that the outline of the building ahead always reflected in his eyes.

This way the hope in your eyes will not be extinguished.

It took only about a minute to walk from the main hall, but at this moment I felt as far away as the ends of the world and the corners of the sea.

Finally, the moment he climbed into the eaves of the main hall, an illusory scream sounded in his ears, and the negative effects of his shoulders, such as coldness, dizziness, stiffness, etc., disappeared instantly.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled and crawled up the pedestal, staggered around to the front of the main hall, pushed open the lattice door, and threw himself into the threshold.

The candlelight is like beans, dispelling the haze and bringing warmth that makes people feel like spring breeze.

He lay on the ground in a large shape, his chest was undulating, and he was panting. He lay for two or three minutes before he felt that he had finally come back to life.

"It's so scary, so scary. My guess is right. The main hall is a safe shelter."

According to the different injuries to the shoulders of the two skeletons, he judged that something must have prevented the resentful spirit from chasing the man in the hall.

The worker under the table was curled up and died, which was in line with a person's hiding mentality when he was extremely afraid.

In the heart of this senior worker, the main hall is safe.

The Hongdanjia gave up her pursuit of him, which indirectly verified this speculation.

For the next time, Zhang Yuanqing stayed in the main hall until the pain in his shoulders weakened and his body temperature returned.

Sure enough, he never encountered any danger again.

"If the main hall is a safe house, then my hope of survival will undoubtedly increase greatly. Even if the resentful spirit lying on my shoulders and sucking my sperm, I can escape back to the main hall. But if I encounter the resentful spirit and are chased by the red dance shoes, I probably won't be able to escape back to the main hall.

"And the strangest and most terrifying source of this temple is definitely not just a resentful spirit."

He was not proud of resolving a life-and-death crisis. This ancient temple was not that simple.

You know, before him, a whole construction team died here.

After resting for a long time, he gradually let go of his fear and was hesitating whether to continue to explore.

The voice in my mind sounded again:

【Main Task 1: Survive for three hours (completed)】

[Main Task 2: Explore the Spirit Realm of No. 0079, progress: 20%]
To be continued...