Spirit Walker

The san value is reset to zero on the spot.

A chill rose from the coccyx, straight to the sky, Zhang Yuanqing was like a cat with fried fur, jumping high on the spot, and blurted out with a scolding:

"Fuck mud horse!"

This is the unconscious instinct of people to speak out when they are strongly stimulated or frightened.

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

This is to see if he has been squatted on the shoulders by the resentful spirit.

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

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

The brain seemed to explode, all kinds of thoughts popped up in an instant, and panic hit like a frenzy.

Although he knew that there were strange and terrifying things in this temple, and he was prepared in his heart, but when he really faced the ghost, he still had an indescribable panic.

By the way, I have a talisman... Zhang Yuanqing took out the yellow paper talisman from the left pocket of his jacket with trembling hands, and stuck it on his shoulder as if a dead horse was a living horse doctor. .

Snapped!

The corpse-suppressing talisman was patted on his shoulder. He raised the brass mirror and carefully looked at it. The man with a pale face and black lips and a pair of deadly white pupils was still lying on his shoulders.

It's useless, this thing doesn't count as a corpse... The last bit of luck was gone, Zhang Yuanqing felt more and more sore shoulders and cold hands and feet.

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

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 is likely to die here like two people.

There was a chill in my heart.

"Da da!"

Suddenly, at this fatal moment, there were light footsteps in the corridor outside.

The footsteps were very light, but in the silent night, they were very clear.

...... Zhang Yuanqing froze in his heart, and quickly squatted down next to the corpse under the window.

The footsteps sounded familiar, very similar to the sound he heard when he entered the temple.

"Da da da......"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he was walking towards this side. Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to breathe, his whole body was tense, and he could vaguely hear his frantic heartbeat.

When the footsteps passed by the window, Zhang Yuanqing still couldn't hold back and glanced at the floor of the room. The moonlight shone in, forming a latticed window shadow on the ground.

The window is not high, only up to the waist. With the height of a normal person, when passing by the window, the moonlight will definitely be projected on the ground, but he didn't see anything.

This shows that the thing passing by outside the window has no body.

Fortunately, the footsteps passed by the window, did not stop or entered the house, and gradually disappeared.

Phew.... Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief silently, catching the sound of footsteps in the distance, and heard it stepping into the yard, making a rustling sound of stepping on the grass.

Then he stopped, and after a few seconds, the footsteps sounded again.

This time, the sound of footsteps is not a simple walk, but a step with a certain regularity and rhythm.

What is it doing in the yard?

Zhang Yuanqing supported his cold body, stood up with a little difficulty, and looked out through the tattered window paper.

Under the moonlight, in the grass, a pair of brand-new, western-style red dancing shoes danced in the night.

Moonlit night, barren temple, red dancing shoes, solo dance.

This scene looks both absurd and bizarre, but also reveals an unspeakable...loneliness?

In the mountain temples of the Ming Dynasty, how could there be a pair of Western-style dancing shoes?

This ruined temple is getting more and more weird... He quietly squatted back and waited patiently.

Minute by minute, the resentful spirit lying on his shoulders continued to grab his yang energy. The stiffness in his body became heavier and heavier, and the soreness in his shoulders turned into tingling pains.

He felt that if it continued like this, either the Yang Qi would be exhausted and he would die, or the shoulder bone would shatter and die from the injury.

In the torment of pain, the dance in the yard disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing still didn't dare to show his face, and after waiting for a while, he carefully probed and looked into the courtyard through the window.

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

"Huh..."

He let out a sigh of relief, just about to stand up, his knees sank, and he fell to the ground.

After the tense nerves relaxed and the adrenaline receded, he realized that his state was worse than he had imagined.

The shoulders were scorching hot, the bones seemed to be split, the knees were stiff, and the blood seemed to solidify.

Grabbing the bronze mirror tremblingly, in the gray mirror, Zhang Yuanqing saw that his face was pale, his expression was sluggish, and his pupils were dim. This is not a normal person, he is clearly a diseased seedling that has run out of oil and dried up.

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

If it goes on like this, he will surely die, but what can he do? He couldn't touch the resentful spirit on his shoulders.

The intense pain in his shoulder bone forced him to lean against the wall to support his body.

Looking sideways at the corpses of the senior workers, the postures of one person and one corpse are exactly the same.

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

He seemed to see his end 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 of survival in a desperate situation.

Between the lights and flints, the corpse under the table in the main hall flashed by in the chaotic information flow.

"The two corpses have different degrees of shoulder fractures. The shoulder injury of the corpse in the main hall is not fatal. The resentful spirit on his shoulders let him go? No, the resentful spirit can't be merciful..."

"Why did he hide under the table..."

"The red dancing shoes followed me secretly when I entered the temple, but when I entered the main temple, it left..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing's dull and turbid pupils lit up with hope.

Go back to the main hall, go back to the main hall immediately!

He immediately got up and staggered out of the house. Every step was very difficult, as if he was carrying a big mountain.

"Pfft!"

He fell in the yard, fell into the grass, and couldn't stand up again.

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

The "cold" took away the heat and eroded the will.

Zhang Yuanqing crawled towards the main hall little by little, using all his strength, he held his head high, so that the outline of the building in front of him was always reflected in his eyes.

In this way, the hope in his eyes will not be extinguished.

It only took a minute or so to walk from the main hall, but at this time, it felt as far away as the ends of the earth and the sea.

Finally, the moment he climbed into the corner of the main hall, an illusory scream rang out in his ears, his shoulders lightened, and the cold, dizziness, stiffness and other negative effects disappeared instantly.

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

Candlelight is like beans, dispelling haze and bringing warmth like spring breeze.

He was lying on the ground in a large shape, his chest heaving, and he was gasping for breath. After lying there for two or three minutes, he finally felt that he was alive.

"It's terrifying, it's terrifying... My guess is right, the main hall is a safe haven."

Based on the difference in the shoulder injuries of the two skeletons, he judged that something must have prevented the resentful spirit from chasing and killing the man in the hall.

And the workers under the table curled up to die, which is in line with a person's hiding psychology when they are extremely afraid.

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

And Red Dance Shoes gave up chasing him, which verifies this guess.

For the next time, Zhang Yuanqing stayed in the main hall until the pain in his shoulder subsided and his body temperature recovered.

Sure enough, he never encountered any danger again.

"If the main hall is a safe house, then my hope of surviving will undoubtedly increase greatly. Even if the resentful spirit on my shoulders **** my essence again, I can escape back to the main hall. But if I encounter resentful spirits and are chased by red dancing shoes, I guess I can't escape back to the main hall.

"And the most bizarre and terrifying source of this temple is definitely not just resentment..."

He is not proud of resolving a life-and-death crisis, this ancient temple is not that simple.

You must know that 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 exploring.

The voice in my head sounded again:

[Main Mission 1: Survive for Three Hours (Completed)]

[Main quest 2: Explore the spiritual realm of No. 0079, progress: 20%]

[Yuanshi Tianzun, congratulations on completing a main quest, the rewards are being settled for you...]

[Obtained items/props: corpse talisman (can be viewed in the inventory). 】

[Experience gained: 15%]

[The inventory has been unlocked. 】

[You will get 36 hours of rest time, the next time the Spirit Realm 0079 will open: 35:59:40. 】

The scenery in the main hall distorted like a water surface wrinkled by the wind.

When the picture became clear again, Zhang Yuanqing saw the bright energy-saving lamps, the spacious bed, the desk, the ps5 game console, the open windows, the wind blowing in, and the curtains shaking slightly.

He returned to the world.

"came back?"

He looked left and right in amazement, confirming that he really returned to the room, then his knees softened and he threw himself on the soft bed.

Taking a deep breath, I actually felt that the air was sweet.

Life is so good, the world is so good.

After a few minutes of delay, Zhang Yuanqing sat up, pulled down the zipper of his jacket, and found that the corpse-suppressing charm was indeed gone.

Zhang Yuanqing naturally came up with the idea of ​​"getting things", and the next moment, a bright blue grid appeared in front of him.

There are five squares in total, and the one lying in the first square is the yellow paper talisman.

It's a wonderful experience. When the inventory is unlocked, this function seems to be his instinct. He doesn't need to learn, and he naturally knows how to open the inventory.

"In addition to the corpse-suppressing charm, I also gained 15% of the experience points, but the level is still zero, which means that I have not yet become a night wandering god, UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com is still an ordinary person."

"After surviving for three hours, I almost died in it. What about the second mission? Is this the S-level difficulty..."

The more Zhang Yuanqing thought about it, the more desperate he became. He felt that he was trapped by Brother Bing.

This broken card can indeed change lives, but it is also really difficult to control.

He is very self-aware. He is just a college student who has never killed a chicken. In the second follow-up mission, it is difficult to survive on his own.

As a young socialist who is rooted in the red, he must depend on the country and the government at this time.

So he took his cell phone and tried to dial his cousin's number. When his finger touched the screen of the cell phone, he suddenly stopped.

Because Zhang Yuanqing thought that he might have a better choice.

Immediately turned over and got out of bed, and found the business card left by the man with the big back in the drawer of the desk.

The name and contact information are written on the business card.

What happened tonight made him think of the mysterious disappearance of Brother Bing. If he didn't come out alive, then he also disappeared mysteriously.

It is certain that Brother Bing has long been in contact with the so-called spiritual realm, so perhaps his disappearance has entered a certain spiritual realm?

According to this idea, the investigators of the Sheriff's Office are credible.

There is another reason why he chose to contact the man with the big back, that is, the other party said that he might also disappear, which is a special hint that he will enter the spiritual realm.

Combined with the fact that his cousin did not know about it, Zhang Yuanqing had reason to infer that the three were special personnel who dealt with similar incidents.

After thinking about it clearly, Zhang Yuanqing called the other party's mobile phone according to the number on the business card.

The beeping sound rang for a few seconds, and the phone was connected to the other side. A mature male voice asked in a low voice:

"Which one?"