Thriller Night Talk

At the same time, at the foot of Yueling Mountain thousands of miles away, Wei Fuyuan was chasing behind the shadow, running along a winding and steep staircase all the way into the deep mountain.

In addition to the main entrance and the west gate of Yueling Mountain, trails have been dug along the mountain in several directions. What Wei Fuyuan is walking now is the trail opened for the convenience of villagers entering the mountain.

The mountain is not high, and it is considered a well-developed scenic spot, but it is so. Every year, there are still many tourists who get lost in the mountains because they deviate from the main road. A lie.

Compared with the previous time, Sombra's movements tonight were significantly slower.

Wei Fuyuan noticed that it was running in a human posture, but one foot was deep and the other was shallow, as if its right leg was injured.

It was also thanks to Sombra not running fast, otherwise Wei Fuyuan would never have been able to keep up on such a dark and difficult mountain road.

However, Young Master Wei was chasing after the black shadow, and his heart was still getting more and more lost.

He had long noticed that Jiang Nan'an hadn't followed.

Whether Jiang Nan'an was delayed or lost, or for some other reason, Wei Fuyuan is now entangled.

What he's worried about now is that he doesn't know where the thing in front is going to go, whether he can deal with it alone, and if he can't fight and escapes, he can find the right way among these winding and branching mountain roads. Is that one?

However, the black shadow just ran blindly into the deep mountains, and it seemed that he had no intention of stopping to fight with it.

As he ran, a building with red walls and blue tiles appeared in Wei Fuyuan's field of vision. Judging from its shape, it seemed to be a small temple located in the mountains.

The black shadow ran straight towards the small temple, and got into it in a flash.

Wei Fuyuan stopped at the base of the wall.

A moment of hesitation flashed in his heart, whether he should go in to find out, and at the same time, he unconsciously recalled the so-called "no one enters the temple" rule that he had heard a lot when listening to storytelling.

It's just different from those desolate and remote temples in the book, which seem to be suitable for the hideouts. Although this small temple is not big, the walls are clean, the green bricks in front of the door are paved, and there is not even a weed. At first glance, it is often carefully taken care of.

Wei Fuyuan scanned the surroundings with his sky eyes, but he didn't see any suspicious evil spirit, so he turned his heart and used a small boxwood next to the courtyard wall to sneak into the wall.

The small temple has only two entrances, the front and the back.

The main hall enshrines not Buddha and Bodhisattva, but a statue of a young woman.

Wei Fuyuan realized that this should be the "moon girl" mentioned by the taxi driver who can protect people's marriage.

Normally, Wei Fuyuan would be interested in looking at the inscriptions in the courtyard and learning about the life of this "Moon Girl", but now Wei Fuyuan only wanted to find that black shadow, so he quickly walked around the main hall. Circle, after finding nothing unusual, they went to the backyard.

In the middle of the backyard, there is a big banyan tree as thick as two people hugging each other. Its branches and leaves are like a cover, and it is very lush, almost covering most of the yard.

The branches are covered with all kinds of small locks, red silk, red thread, and worthless necklaces and bracelets. It seems that young people are here to seek marriage.

Wei Fuyuan walked half a circle around the banyan tree, and noticed that there was a small Buddhist hall in the northeast corner of the courtyard.

Compared with the main hall where the golden body of the Moon Maiden is enshrined, this small Buddhist hall is almost completely surrounded by the shade of trees, its location is extremely inconspicuous, and it also looks much older, obviously no one has repaired it for some time.

Wei Fuyuan walked lightly to the front of the Buddhist hall, raised his hand and pushed.

There was a muffled "squeak", and the peeling mahogany door swung open.

It was pitch black inside the door.

Wei Fuyuan took out his phone, swiped to turn on the flashlight function, and took a photo inside.

The interior space of the Buddhist hall is very small, and the end can be seen at a glance.

There is a long altar inside, and a merit box is placed on the altar, and on the left and right sides are two electronic incense sticks, but they are obviously not plugged in, and there are sporadic fake fruits, vegetables and flowers.

There is a futon in front of the altar, which can accommodate one person to worship.

Behind the altar are two statues. On the left is a boy about ten years old, and on the right is a girl of about the same age.

Wei Fuyuan's flashlight stopped on the two sculptures.

These two statues, whether they are boys or girls, although they are all in the figure of human children, their faces have obvious characteristics of beasts.

The boy's face is fat and bulging, the bridge of the nose is flat and wide, and the nostrils are upturned, looking like a simple little bear; while the girl has an exaggerated oval face, with a slightly raised chin, and a small and pointed nose, like a cunning bear. lynx.

Wei Fuyuan raised his legs, stepped over the threshold, and entered the Buddhist hall.

He smelled the damp smell of decaying wood.

Wei Fuyuan walked slowly to the statue of the girl, raised his mobile phone high, and carefully took a picture.

It stands to reason that these two statues are a pair, not only the kneading technique and coloring style, but also the production time should be the same.

But Wei Fuyuan could clearly see that the girl's statue was obviously much older than the one of the boy next to him. Not only was the glaze on the surface yellow and peeling off, but there was also a hole the size of a coin on the back. It is full of cobweb-like cracks.

- it is it!

Wei Fuyuan's eyes froze.

——The black shadow I saw first must be this statue!

The hole on the girl's back was made by Jiang Nan'an with a coin, and the crack on the right foot should have been thrown by Comrade Xiao Jiang during his first attack.

Wei Fuyuan stopped delaying immediately, looked left and right, picked up an unplugged electronic incense stick from the altar table, turned it over, pointed the base straight to the statue of the girl, and at the same time, a little golden light overflowed from his hand.

That is the power of his virtue.

These days, Wei Fuyuan has more or less mastered some methods of manipulating the power of merit. Although he is not proficient enough, he can do much more than before.

The dots of golden light moved with his thoughts, and gradually enveloped the weapon in Wei Fuyuan's hand.

Immediately, an ordinary electronic incense turned into a golden hammer, which looked extremely majestic.

"drink!!"

Wei Fuyuan yelled loudly and was about to throw down the girl's statue.

This statue is made of rough pottery fired from red clay and then coated with a layer of glaze. The clay is fragile and not resistant to falling or smashing.

Copper coins with yang energy can still be thrown into a hole, but when the "hammer" wrapped in the power of merit is hit, it will probably only be torn apart on the spot.

At this time, Wei Fuyuan no longer cared whether the movement of smashing the statue would attract the night watchmen.

——Get rid of this harmful thing first!

However, just as Wei Fuyuan held up the electronic incense, a black mist suddenly rose from the statue in the eyes of the sky, and a dark figure appeared in front of him in the next second.

"Sure enough, hiding here!"

Wei Fuyuan took a step back, looked at the portrait of a girl guarded by a black shadow, and said with a sneer, "This is your real body, right?"

Sombra shrank visibly.

But it didn't dodge it, instead, it suddenly bent its feet, and came straight up to kneel and salute.

Although Wei Fuyuan saw it with his heavenly eyes, it was just a mass of human-shaped black shadows that could distinguish the head, neck, torso, and limbs. He couldn't see the facial features, let alone the gender of men and women. His posture is indeed kneeling and kowtowing.

"What do you mean?"

Wei Fuyuan frowned: "You asked me to spare you?"

Soi Ying kowtowed three more times.

If it weren't for the lack of substance in Yin Qi, just the magnitude of this kowtow would definitely make a "bang bang bang" sound on the bluestone bricks.

Wei Fuyuan was angry:

"You have been pestering Su Lan for a whole month, trying to kill her countless times, how dare you beg for mercy?!"

The black shadow didn't dare to look up, the whole "person" stuck to the ground, shaking his head vigorously.

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

This reaction is not right!

It stands to reason that the black shadow is as black as a ball of thick ink, and the yin energy is very deep visible to the naked eye, and the whole body is still dizzy with purple energy. Even if the combat power does not reach Beiquan's level, he should not be easily eliminated by him. The layman, who had no tricks other than the power of merit, was so frightened that he didn't even dare to struggle.

——No, not right...

Wei Fuyuan frowned suddenly.

Not just this time, last night too.

Last night, they found this black shadow, and drove it from the room to the back mountain. On the way, Jiang Nan'an threw two coins in succession, smashing two holes in his real body.

But even so, it just ran for its life all the way, and didn't try to fight back once.

— This is very wrong.

The more Wei Fuyuan thought about it, the more he felt that he seemed to have overlooked a very important detail.

--correct……

He thought again.

Last night, when I entered the master bedroom, I saw a black shadow squatting on the bedside table near Su Lan - at that time, the other party just curled up in a ball, just looking down at the girl.

If it really has murderous intentions, why should it just squat down and watch?That's enough to kill people 180 times!

"you……"

Wei Fuyuan tentatively asked:

"Could it be that you never thought of hurting Su Lang?"

Hei Ying raised his head slightly, then lay back on his stomach as if he was afraid of offending Wei Fuyuan, with his head buried in his arms, nodding his head like a pounding garlic.

"Then why are you following him! Don't you know it will scare people to death!?"

The more Wei Fuyuan said, the more angry he became:

"Also, Su Lang has had so many accidents in the past month, almost died several times, it can't be just an accident!? What else did you do!?"

Hearing the words, the black shadow raised his head again.

It seemed to want to speak, but it couldn't speak. It was so anxious that it didn't know what to do, so it scratched its ears and cheeks.

After struggling for a long time, Hei Ying maintained his kneeling posture, and cautiously stretched out a hand towards Wei Fuyuan.

From Wei Fuyuan's point of view, it was not so much a hand, but a mass of surging black energy, which looked very much like the yin energy on the angry ghosts he had encountered before.

Wei Fuyuan took a step back vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

The black shadow crouched lower, but still stretched out its arms stubbornly.

Wei Fuyuan thought for a while, and finally guessed what the other party meant:

"You want me to... touch your hand?"