The wind was a little cool at night on the hill, and a group of old men were trembling with blows, but they still insisted on not returning to the village.

The middle-aged man looked at them angrily and said, "What are you going to do? I have said it several times. You can't touch the Donghua Temple!"

Wang Zan didn't say anything, hugged his arms and yawned, then looked at the child who was already asleep in Xu Meimei's arm and asked, "How long will he have?"

"It's almost an hour."

"Then wait!"

Time flies, and you have to cooperate with these left-behind old people. In order to see Wang Zan and the others not letting the cave flower temple move, a group of elderly people, who are almost one thousand years old, are staring at them covetously.

"We may know in a while that there is something bizarre about this Donghua Temple. Grandma should definitely come out today..."

After a while, Xiaobao suddenly jumped out of his mother's arms without any warning, and sang those tunes from his mouth. As soon as the child opened his mouth, the people opposite him were stunned and looked at Xiaobao who came to the Donghua Temple in disbelief.

"Hu..." A gust of cold wind blew across Xiaobao's body and floated out, standing in front of the temple just like last night.

Suddenly, the villagers next to them were shocked and several people sat on the ground.

However, a few older men looked at the old lady in shock, and then went from being shocked to being confused and confused. Finally, someone pointed at the old lady's mouth and muttered something.

"Swoosh" At this moment, a ghost floated out from the corpse of the statue of the god on the ground and quickly became clear, almost the same as the appearance of the corpse.

Wang Zan stared at the beads and said, "What a fun thing? This man has been dead for many years, but his soul is still there. Why haven't he gone to the underworld or his place?"

Wang Zan said that there are some theories and practices that have even personal experiences. It is normal for a person to die and soul to leave. If the soul is still in the body, there are two possibilities. Either he is imprisoned or he is not dead at all.

Thinking of this, Wang Zan's scalp was numb, which was incredible. It was impossible to say that a person was not dead. The Donghua Temple had to be buried underneath for at least a few decades. Even if you are turtle, you will have to be suffocated to death. If you are imprisoned, Wang Zan did not see any restrictions or talismans on the statue. Moreover, the texture of the statue was made of ordinary earth, and the craftsmanship was nothing surprising.

When Geng Hao's old lady saw the soul floating out of the corpse, what was even more incredible was that she was excited to burst into tears in her eyes, and then slowly floated towards the other party. The soul was stunned when she saw her, and then surrounded her.

Xu Meimei whispered to her husband: "You said I don't talk nonsense. You see it now. This must be the one that our grandma's childhood sweetheart. Oh, Geng Hao, did you say that when your father was born, he was full-term?"

Geng Hao said speechlessly: "Get out of here quickly, how can he make sense? When my grandmother ran to the north, she took a year and a half to stop on the road before she met my grandfather."

Xu Meimei nodded and said, "That's hard to say. Maybe your father has half-sisters or something. If not, go home and talk to him and let him post a notice to find a relative!"

"If you fart, I will be anxious..." Geng Hao said with a red face. At this time, everyone could see that when her grandmother left home, there must be a story, maybe the relationship between humans and ghosts was still not over.

The villagers gathered together in fear and whispered to the two dead souls.

Wang Zan grabbed the middle-aged arm and said, "If you don't say what's going on, don't worry about it if you have any trouble in the future. I can leave now if I turn around, it has nothing to do with me."

The middle-aged man said in a furious manner: "You, you can't leave. You dug out the Donghua Temple and caused big trouble in our village. How could you just leave like this?"

"Then you won't say anything. Whose child is immortal? The affairs in your village are related to me." Wang Zan said with his eyes slanted.

"You'll wait..." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, then turned around and discussed with the old men behind him. They said in local dialect for a long time. Some seemed to be shaking their heads constantly, while others were obviously hesitant and argued that it would take three or five minutes before he said to Wang Zan: "Then, you can't talk about what I'm telling you outside?"

"I'm not a silly mouth, don't worry," Wang Zan nodded and said.

The middle-aged man licked his lips and pointed to the dilapidated temple and said, "This cave flower temple was buried in our village about 80 years ago. In fact, every hundred years, we will descend such a temple on the mountain near the village. This is a tradition that we have maintained for countless years. However, this cave flower temple should be the last one recently. As far as I know, it will not do this anymore. After all, it is a society ruled by law."

"What's the rule of law, what does it mean?" Wang Zan asked confusedly.

Middle-aged man rolled his eyes and slapped his belly for a long time before he hesitating: "The Donghua Temple worships Zhongdonghuan Girl and Donghualang. They are a pair of boys and girls who are used to maintain the health of the village, drive away ghosts, and ward off evil spirits, and avoid the harm of God. When this pair of boys and girls are young, they will be selected. They will be supported by the villagers until they are fourteen years old. They will be placed in the statue of the gods and go down into the Donghua Temple, and finally buried under the mountain."

"You'll wait..." Wang Zan turned his neck stiffly, and looked at the corpse on the ground with many corpses, and felt a little bitter in his mouth and his hair stood up.

Wang Zan's understanding ability is not very poor, and his IQ is still OK. He almost instantly savored it from the middle-aged words. What does he mean in his words?

This pair of boys and women were shaped into statues of gods and should have been tamped into the soil when they were alive.

Wang Zan also noticed a detail that he had not noticed before. The statue of the god in the Donghua Temple was not standing in the middle, but was slightly tilted to the right. He had never expected it before, but now when the other party reminded him, he immediately understood that there should not be only one statue of the god in the temple, and there was a second one next to it.

The Donghuan Girl, the Donghuan Lang, two statues of a man and a woman are a couple.

At the same time, he also understood that the Donghualang was still there, and the Donghuan Girl was Geng Hao's grandmother. Then he ran out for some reason and wandered to the north.

To put it bluntly, this old lady escaped.
Chapter completed!