Weird Talker

Chapter 555 Coming
Time came to the fifth day without any waves.

Last night, Qin Manjiang didn't know when he fell asleep again, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the thick fog covering the city.

He stopped the car and rushed to Guanyin Pinghu. Today was the last day, and he didn't want to be late.

On the way, he received a call from Yan Xiao, saying that Shen Kai had disappeared. He adjusted the monitoring and found that Shen Kai had gone out through the window.

Then Yan Xiao said something like telling him to be careful, and went to look for traces of the sinking ship.

Soon, Zhong Xueran also called. After all, the last person who tried to leave the challenge permanently was Yang, and Yang was already dead.

At least on the surface it is dead.

And the last one to call was Nie Yunzhen.

"Be careful."

She spoke concisely, and hung up the phone without giving Qin Manjiang time to answer.

After that, no one called any more.

When we arrived at the Guanyin Pinghu area, as if we knew he was coming today, the iron sheet of Baizu Construction opened a special opening, and there was no staff at all inside.

Qin Manjiang turned his head and glanced at the camera hidden between the leaves diagonally above. Is it from the Bai family?
Just look at it.

On this day, no one bothered Qin Manjiang anymore, but it seemed that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him everywhere.

The time of the whole world seems to have pressed the pause button at the same time, and everything is frozen, focusing on Qin Manjiang, who is in Guanyin Pinghu.

At night, when there were 3 minutes to twelve o'clock, Qin Manjiang looked up at the sky.

There is no moon tonight, and the thick black clouds seem to collapse at any moment.

It's really strange... In such a deep night, in such a dark environment, you can still vaguely see the clouds in the sky.

Qin Manjiang, who was about to start the game, unexpectedly thought of such a thing.

Guanyin Pinghu, Guanyin Village...

Qin Manjiang stared at the dark and calm lake.

As time approached towards twelve o'clock, the lake surface in his eyes gradually changed.

Bubbles rise up from the dark and cold bottom, as if countless people are gasping for breath in pain and despair.

The oppressive and cold breath climbed up from the lake to the shore, and soon wrapped around him.

The water of the lake boiled as if it had been boiled, and huge, dark shadows rose from the bottom of the lake.

Qin Manjiang's heart seemed to be pressed by a stone, which made him a little out of breath.

This depression has nothing to do with the ghost, but it is worse than the horror that can be called life-threatening.

A huge, damaged Guanyin sculpture slowly surfaced.

"Wow..."

The water fell back to the lake again, and the silent, huge, and strangely damaged Guanyin's head stretched out in front of Qin Manjiang's eyes.

[Guanyin Pinghu - start. 】

Along with that depression, Qin Manjiang seemed to be involved in the torrent of time, and went upstream, drowsily... Forward 20 years.

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20 years ago.

It is said that the name Guanyin Village was originally used for disaster relief.

When it rains heavily, the mountain stream floods, flooding the rice seedlings in the paddy fields and leaving no village alive.

Later, the village chief found a way to invite a statue of Guanyin, and changed the name of the village to Guanyin Village, which seemed to have some effect. At least since the statue of Guanyin was invited, there has been no flood on the mountain.

In fact, according to the countryside, this kind of name cannot be chosen, whether it is given to a person or given to the village, it is not good.

To put it simply, the name is too big to be suppressed.

For an unnamed village that is often flooded for more than half, this rule is not understood by anyone, and it is not important.

But this kind of good luck only survived the rainy summer, and when winter came, terrible things came.

The icy cold pierced through the earth, and the land cracked with large and small cracks.

From south to north, from east to west, there is no sign, and such a thing has never happened before, but today's winter, it did happen.

The village head, in his 60s, has a dark face, wears a torn padded jacket, and walks around the village with his hands tucked into his cuffs.

It rained heavily a few days ago, and the rain stopped last night, and then there was a big drop in temperature.

The drop in temperature was so severe that it cracked the ground.

Walking around the village, the village chief found that most of the cracks were extending from the bottom of the Guanyin statue.

The dark-faced old village chief took out a cigarette from his arms. The cigarette rod was black and shiny, and the back of his outstretched hand was the same as the ground, with several cracks.

He quickly took two sips.

After entering the room, he took off his cotton cap and faced the room full of dark eyes, the old village chief shook his head and said, "I can't get out, it's freezing cold."

There was an instant discussion in the room.

No one thought that winter in the south would be so sad.

Unlike the north, the south has no habit of storing grain for the winter, and it can't be stored, and it will soon go bad.

But this winter has been surprisingly cold.

A few days ago, it rained several times in a row as soon as winter entered, as if to pour back all the water that was avoided in summer.

At first no one took it seriously, just a few rains.

But slowly, things went wrong.

After the rain stopped last night, there was no snow, but the temperature dropped sharply.

There is only one road out of the village. Someone carried the cold out to see that the road was cracked and broken into a five-meter-wide moat, which was impossible to pass.

The village was cut off from the outside world in an instant, and there was still food and clothing, but it was impossible to spend it all the time, so I asked the village chief to think of a way.

The village chief went out for a walk in the severe cold, and his ears were almost frozen. Apart from finding that most of the cracks were facing the statue of Guanyin, he only came to the conclusion that some of them would be cold to death if they went out.

The whole room was silent, suppressing an unspeakable atmosphere.

Although people will not starve to death in a short period of time, the food is eaten clean, and there are livestock, but the pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens and dogs are also eaten clean?

In this eerie silence.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

The door was knocked.

The villagers looked at each other in dismay, the villagers didn't know how to knock on the door, they just kicked the door and came in if something happened.

Who will be knocking on the door now?
The only road in and out of the village was also broken by the cold, which is really strange.

The village chief winked at the black-faced burly man beside him, and the burly man stood up and opened the door.

"Squeak—" the door opened, and the eyes of the men in the room were straightened.

It turned out to be a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who appeared at the door.

She looks like a flower and jade, and her skin is whiter than the whitest steamed bun they have ever seen. What's more, this girl is completely naked and has no clothes on at all!
The old village head was the first to react, and hurriedly said "Ouch", and got up to ask what happened.

The black-faced man by the door was already busy pulling the girl into the house.

As soon as the naked girl was pulled into the room, there was a bang, and the wooden door slammed shut...

At this time, under the statue of Guanyin——

The figure of a man changed from a faintly blurred and transparent shape to a solid one.

Qin Manjiang just stood still and regained consciousness.

I felt a very obvious gaze.

so cold...

He turned around and looked up.

A four or five-meter-high stone statue of Avalokitesvara is looking down at him.

(The Avalokitesvara chapter begins, and it will be three o'clock tomorrow, good night.)
(End of this chapter)