Thriller Game: Horror Check-In

Chapter 115

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Chapter 115

The monk turned his back to the wax figure.

He didn’t see the wax figure behind him shed blood and tears.

“When your mind is reached, the Buddha can hear your voice.” The monk stood behind the two and whispered to them.

The monk said sympathetically, “If you want the Buddha to hear your voice, this is not enough.”

“We all inquired about the rules when we came, we are willing.” The two kneeling on the ground, one of them said.

The voice is hoarse and tired.

I don’t know how long I haven’t had a good rest.

Bai Ye almost thought it was two-dumbs.

Still can speak.

“Then come with me.” The monk turned and walked towards the apse.

The two got up from the ground and followed closely.

“What are the rules?” Bai Ye suddenly asked when the two passed by Bai Ye.

The man ignored it, but the woman glanced at Bai Ye.

After a few people left, the hall returned to quiet.

Only the cats sitting side by side under the eaves of the front hall were licking their fur.

Seeing that no one cares about him, Bai Ye,

I’m ready to explore this temple.

Just now, the monk walked in from one of the intersections leading to the side hall.

Bai Ye entered from the entrance.

There is also a Buddhist temple inside.

It’s just that there is only one Buddha body in this Buddhist hall.

A whole body gilt.

About three or four meters long, half lying on the bed.

The palms support the face.

Look leisurely at the entrance of the side hall.

Lots of Buddha statues.

The layout of this room is weird.

The room is not big.

There is a wardrobe, a desk, and a bed.

The closet is full of monk clothes.

The monk’s robe is full of worn patches.

There is a black book on the table.

On the cover of the book is the title of “The Maintenance of Wax Figures”.

Author’s name: Mr. Wax from Nanshan Wax Museum.

Bai Ye picked up the book.

It’s actually a tool.

[Props] Maintenance of wax figures (books) (green)

[Effect] When you hold this book, your understanding of the maintenance and production of wax figures will be greatly improved.

【Introduction】An excellent wax figure requires the most exquisite raw materials.

Bai Ye put the book back in place.

There is also a register on the table.

Bai Ye is about to pick it up.

A voice suddenly came from behind.

“Donor, don’t rush into the temple, it may disturb the Buddha.” The monk didn’t know when he would come back.

He looked at Bai Ye and sighed.

Go to Bai Ye.

He walked lightly.

Bai Ye couldn’t hear footsteps.

After getting close.

The monk picked up the register on the table.

There is also a signature pen on the side.

“Donor, please leave.”

Bai Ye looked back at the Buddha statue lying on his side.

The pupils contracted suddenly.

The movement of the Buddha statue changed unexpectedly.

From side sleeping to…

The two palms are grasping the edge of the stone platform, the body still maintains the position of lying on the side, but the upper part of the body leans forward.

Want to do a pounce.

It still has a compassionate smile on its face.

But at this moment, in Bai Ye’s eyes, this sympathetic smile seemed to be ferocious with a hint of horror.

This Buddha statue will move!

Bai Ye just turned his head.

Afterwards, my heart is cold.

A tingling sensation in the scalp reminded Bai Ye.

He looked at the monk and then at the Buddha statue.

Bai Ye faced one person and one Buddha statue and slowly backed away.

Touching the wall, he slowly exited the side hall.

・・・・・・・・・・Seeking flowers・・・・

Until Bai Ye left the side hall.

The creepy feeling of being stared at by someone completely disappeared.

front hall,

The candle was nearly half extinguished.

The rain outside the hall gradually became lighter.

The sparse rain fell in pieces in the yard.

fewer candles,

Let the darkness shrouded by shadows in the front hall grow more and more.

The face of the ten-meter-high Buddha statue was dyed with a faint red light at some point.

It was as if it had been coated with blood.

The old monk came out of the side hall and said to the cats, “The two good men and women have already completed their faith in Buddha. Which of you will go down the mountain and go to Guanshan Glass Factory to save a child named Wang Jun into the Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain.”

…

“I go.”

A cat makes a human voice.

They stand up.

Talk like a human.

“Yuanguang, Yuanhuo, you all go.” The monk selected two cats.

The two cats were elated.

Jumped out of the Buddhist temple happily, and then left the temple.

The sound of footsteps came slowly from the backyard.

The two who followed the monk into the backyard just walked out with heavy steps.

Both of them were wet.

As if fished out of wax water.