The only thing that responded to Ximen Qing was the window that swayed left and right in the wind.
Ximen Qing suddenly regretted it at this moment.
She thought to herself, if she had known she would have waited until Wu Zhi arrived in the city before joining her men.
Then get rid of Wu Zhi.
It's better than being trapped in this weird temple now.
However, fortunately, apart from the figure just now, nothing strange happened.
Ximen Qing was tired and sleepy.
A man fell asleep leaning on the Buddha statue.
I don’t know when Ximen Qing woke up again.
This time, she was woken up by a strange sound.
"rustle."
"rustle."
In a daze, Ximen Qing felt that the voice sounded like someone was talking to her.
After waking up, she discovered that this should be the sound made by the leaves of the trees when they swayed in the wind.
But standing under the window, looking outside.
Ximen Qing found that the trees in the yard did not move at all and there was no wind.
Originally, Ximen Qing could have ignored this kind of thing.
It's just that she has been woken up, and the sound is really weird.
It will always echo in my ears.
It really felt like someone was talking to her.
Ximen Qing took out the oil lamp from a drawer under the Buddha statue.
He lit the oil lamp and walked out the door cautiously.
The voice sounded like it was coming from behind the main hall.
When Ximen Qing came in before, he found that this temple was quite big.
After bypassing the main hall, what appeared in front of him was a "concave"-shaped building.
There are wing rooms or side halls on the left and right sides.
And in the middle, there is a particularly large locust tree.
The strange thing is that there is obviously no wind at the moment, but the locust tree is swaying from side to side, and the leaves above make a rustling sound.
For some reason, Ximen Qing had the courage to walk forward.
It seemed like something was attracting her.
When she came to the foot of the tree, she looked up.
Sudden!
Countless snake-like hands stretched out from among the treetops!
These hands bit her down overwhelmingly!
"Ugh!"
Ximen Qing suddenly opened his eyes!
But he discovered that he was actually dreaming.
At this time, she was sweating profusely.
She couldn't help but reach out and wipe the sweat, secretly laughing at herself for being suspicious.
"When did I become so timid?"
"Hmph, how could there be in this world..."
However, Ximen Qing's words have just ended here.
Her ears heard the same rustling sound as in her dream.
This voice really sounded like someone was talking to her.
"rustle."
"rustle."
Ximen Qing swallowed his saliva involuntarily.
The scene in front of her was exactly the same as what happened in her dream!
Ximen Qing was naturally very upset and very uncomfortable.
Reason told her not to leave the main hall, but for some reason, she still came to the window and looked outside as in a dream.
Outside the window, I saw the leaves swaying from side to side, making a rustling sound.
Seeing this, Ximen Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Dreams are dreams, and reality is reality.
"What a fuss!" Ximen Qing scolded with a smile.
Just as she was about to close the door, she found that the wind in the front yard had stopped and the trees had stopped swinging.
But the "rustling" sound in my ears still continued.
And this voice seemed to have magic power, constantly echoing in Ximen Qing's ears.
It was as if someone was calling her: "Come on."
"Come on."
"Come on!"
Ximen Qing quickly closed the window!
He turned around and ran under the Buddha statue, took out the oil lamp and lit it, then hugged the oil lamp and huddled beside the Buddha statue, shivering.
She kept telling herself that it would be dawn soon!
However, when seconds are like years.
This little bit of comfort was of no use at all. The sky outside was still pitch black, as if it would never dawn.
Ximen Qing kept huddled next to the Buddha statue. The longer the time went on, the stronger the feeling of suffocation became.
And among the "rustling" sounds outside, it seemed like only one person was laughing.
