Chapter: 19

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing made a guess, he thought of a more sensational possibility. Perhaps, the construction team back then, like me, strayed into this place by mistake.

Hence the urban legend.

If it's the former, this so-called spiritual realm is based on ghost stories.

And if it is the latter, it means that the ancient temple has always existed, and the construction team, like him at this moment, is a victim.

According to the historical background of the mountain temple, Zhang Yuanqing prefers the latter.

"The entire construction team died in the temple, and only one person survived. People will really die here... Now that I have also entered this temple, I will face unknown dangers at any time... "

Hiss~ He gasped, his emotions tensed up again, and he subconsciously looked around.

Then, he suddenly realized a detail that was terribly thoughtful.

This ancient temple is from the Ming Dynasty and has a long history. How could the candles still be burning? Who is changing the candles in the main hall?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt, and even the sculpture with a benign eyebrow seemed to reveal a strange and eerie feeling in the candlelight.

Although the three clay sculptures are full of dust, they are lifelike, and every detail is vividly carved, especially the eyes.

They stood on the pedestal, staring down at Zhang Yuanqing under the candlelight at dusk.

Fuck... Zhang Yuanqing suddenly didn't want to stay in the main hall anymore.

He has a kind of fear that he is in a desperate situation, making every day unresponsive, and the ground is not working.

This place is extremely dangerous, but he can't turn to the outside world for help, and he can only rely on himself.

After hesitating again and again, he gritted his teeth and bent down to pull out the skeleton wrapped in overalls.

chila~

During the pulling process, the labor protection clothing was easily torn, and the clothes had long since rotted over the past few years.

Dragging the body to the candlelight, he endured the discomfort and began to examine it.

Although a person is dead, his body can speak. Knowing the cause of death can help him avoid many dangers.

"Several sternum and ribs are broken, and there are fine cracks on the right shoulder, but it's not serious..."

The deceased suffered severe injuries during his lifetime, but the specific cause of death cannot be seen due to the age.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing found several pieces of yellow and brittle paper from the pockets of the senior workers, which were quite old.

The petite characters were written in italics on the paper.

Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed. The paper was obviously found by the senior workers in the temple, which helped him understand the situation of this ancient temple.

With the help of candlelight, he read the content on the paper intently.

"Another junior disappeared last night. This is already the third member of the same sect who disappeared mysteriously in the temple. The brothers said that Sandao Mountain is haunted by ghosts, or there are some goblins with high morals who come to the temple every night. People are caught and eaten here, but many disciples in the temple are accompanied by cultivation bases, and the master is a real person with a reputation within a hundred miles. No goblin dares to come here to look for food.

"As for ghosts, my corpse-suppressing talisman and spirit-calling talisman are enough to deal with it, so I don't need to bother Master. I have a bad feeling in my heart, so I have to find the big brother to find out..."

"Another person went missing today. This is the fifth person. Master told us to keep the news from the pilgrims, otherwise it would affect the incense in the temple. He must know something. My senior brother and I plan to patrol at night...... "

"Three days have passed, and three more people disappeared during the period, but my senior brother and I didn't find any clues, and the night was calm. The ominous premonition in my heart deepened..." JrNovels.com