After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Yan Shixun, who was so angry after experiencing his mobile phone disappearing and being teased by others, finally borrowed the mobile phone from An Nanyuan, and found that he forgot to turn on the split-screen live broadcast , and smashed the idol directly in the main hall on the spot.

After calmly explaining to the split-screen camera, Yan Shixun nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the "Health" and "Positive" pop-ups all over the phone.

However, after Yan Shixun broadcasted Zhang Wubing's call, the constant busy tone from the phone made his face darken.

"Brother Yan, maybe the heavy rain here has affected the signal."

An Nanyuan, who accidentally caught a glimpse of Yan Shixun's face and was so frightened, quickly comforted him: "Originally, this is a remote suburb, and there are probably few signal base stations, and high-intensity full coverage has not yet been achieved. In addition, it is raining. , I guess the signal on the director's side is poor, didn't the director and the others go to the villagers' house to stay overnight temporarily? They probably slept at this point, and they can call again tomorrow."

Hanging up the phone with another busy tone, Yan Shixun frowned tightly, not at all relieved by the reason given by An Nanyuan.

On the contrary, An Nanyuan's words made Yan Shixun think, if he didn't make a call now because the heavy rain blocked the signal, why did he get through when he contacted Zhang Wubing before?

Just when he called Zhang Wubing to confirm the situation because the car behind disappeared, the first two calls didn't get through, but the latter one suddenly got through, and Zhang Wubing easily said that he would stay at the villagers' house, Let him not worry about the car behind...

After seeing clearly the abnormality of the mountain temple, and because of the characters and scenes on the murals of the main hall, he realized that there might be problems in the villages near Yelang Peak. When trophies are displayed on murals and souls are used as markers, it is likely that all villages have been empty.

Then, where is Zhang Wubing going to spend the night?

Even the villagers who lead them to the mountain temple are on the murals, so where are the real villagers?

Or, what he should ask is——

Was it really Zhang Wubing who was talking to him on the phone?

Yan Shixun's handsome face was terribly gloomy, and An Nanyuan, who was next to him, silently stepped back two steps, feeling that he was about to be cut by Yan Shixun's unconscious aura.

The man who was originally unhappy because Yan Shixun used someone else's mobile phone saw this scene, his brows raised, his face that was originally as cold as ice was stained with a smile.

"Yan..." The man stepped up to Yan Shixun's side as soon as he stretched his legs.The syllables rolled around on the tip of his tongue, and the surname was swallowed, vaguely sounding like he was calling Yan Shixun's name: "Shixun, who do you want to call? I can help you fix the signal .”

"No." Yan Shixun sneered, refusing to be teased again: "You, a person who doesn't even have a mobile phone, can still fix the signal? Next time you lie, let's use another reason."

After ruthlessly refusing the man's help, Yan Shixun beckoned An Nanyuan over: "You just said that when you were hiding from mice, you saw a room full of mountain god introductions? Where is it? Tell me specifically." Talk about the situation."

"Ah? Brother Yan, aren't you with us? Then, what should we do if we encounter danger?" An Nanyuan was a little at a loss, but because of the unconditional trust he had formed in Yan Shixun, he explained his previous experience in detail.

"Is there any power protecting you..." Yan Shixun pondered.

He also felt this similar feeling when he was in the main hall.The statue first signaled him the existence of the statue by making a sound, and then fell on the altar to make a sound to remind him of the dangerous approach.

In a mountain temple already occupied by an evil god, the only thing he could think of that could be considered as a protective force was the old statue—or, in other words, the proper mountain god who was supposed to protect one side.

That being the case, the one who protected An Nanyuan and the others was probably the paper mountain god introduction piled up in that room.Because the former believers were devout enough to admire the writing and carving, so the mountain god still has some residual power preserved in the old objects. When seeing someone in danger, he will not hesitate to destroy himself to protect the stranger.

That's why there are cracks in the god statues, and the words on the paper ink books are swallowed by the sudden water stains for no reason.

That's proof that the old mountain gods are getting weaker.

If the power of the old mountain god completely disappears from the mountain temple, the entire mountain temple will be completely controlled by the evil god, and it will be even more difficult to do anything at that time.

Thinking of this, Yan Shixun looked serious, and raised the mobile phone in An Nanyuan's hand, indicating that he had borrowed the mobile phone temporarily.

"If I stay here all the time, it is equivalent to giving up the initiative to those mice hiding in the dark. I can only passively wait for their attack, be led by them, and finally wipe out the whole army."

Yan Shixun calmly said to the people who were looking at him anxiously: "If you hide here, the danger will not disappear by itself. If you retreat, you will only usher in a more miserable result."

——The most effective way to encounter a storm at sea is to sail towards the storm!

"Besides, I'm live broadcasting on split screen, you can see me at any time, and you can tell me directly if you have anything." Yan Shixun raised the phone in Yang's hand and gestured to everyone.

His voice was calm and deep, with a reassuring composure.

Everyone unconsciously relaxed their tense nerves. Even though they had only experienced danger once before, they were willing to trust Yan Shixun.

If it wasn't for Yan Shixun before, they wouldn't be able to escape from the situation surrounded by giant rats.Then, no matter what happens again this time, Yan Shixun will definitely save them again!

Besides, what Yan Shixun said was right, he stayed here and did nothing, just waiting to die.

When everyone told Yan Shixun to do what he thinks is right, and told Yan Shixun to be careful, only the young master Song Ci who was expecting and shouted that he wanted to see what the ghost looked like with his own eyes. , shrank aside and didn't speak, his expression was in a trance, looking like he was frightened.

Yan Shixun's eyes slid over Song Ci's body, and he raised his eyebrows, not surprised by his appearance.

He had met too many people who clamored to see ghosts out of curiosity or bravery, and he had yet to meet anyone who was as brave as they said they were.

——That icy, gloomy chill can spread all the way along the meridians and blood vessels to the depths of the body. You can only experience it when you really face the ghost.

That is definitely not what the young master can feel when listening to Zhang Wubing's storytelling.

During the few seconds when Yan Shixun paused because of Song Ci, the tall and strong body of the man who walked over completely blocked Yan Shixun's view of Song Ci.

He raised his eyebrows, raised his eyes and silently asked the man: What are you doing?

The man's posture was leisurely, and he didn't feel that he was blocking the sight of others: "I'm also curious about mice, and I want to go and see them with you."

"If you are frightened into a fool, I will not be responsible for dragging you back, just feed the mice on the spot." Yan Shixun raised his chin and motioned to the man who was Song Ci in the corner: "However, if you are scared If you look like this, I will remember to take pictures for you as a souvenir.”

The man chuckled: "I'm looking forward to it."

……

The room Annanyuan mentioned was at the edge of the mountain temple.

The cast-iron gate looked old for many years, and now it was even more dilapidated because it had just been attacked by giant rats and left rows of irregular scratches and small holes bitten through by teeth.

"Squeak-"

The door shaft, which had not been oiled for a long time, made a harsh sound.

After Yan Shixun opened the door, what he saw was a room full of musty smells scattered with sundries.It seems that the mountain temple was still in the heyday of incense, and there was a room where Xiaodaotong lived. You can still see the old things left over from that year, but it has been eroded and rotted by the rainy season for many years, and it has become dilapidated and smelly.

There is no breath of life.

Yan Shixun thought of the image of the mountain god he saw in the main hall, the endless incense of the evil god and the exquisite and gorgeous temple, which formed a particularly sharp contrast with the dilapidated hut in front of him at this time, which made people feel emotional.

Without wasting much time, Yan Shixun found the paper mountain god introductions that were randomly piled up on the table in the room.

The dusty rice paper was even covered with cobwebs, and it was stuck together because of the rain leaking from the roof and the damp air. As soon as Yan Shixun's fingers touched it, he frowned because of the bad feel .

He originally wanted to carefully read the introduction to the mountain temple and the mountain god, to see what happened back then, so that the mountain god who should have been in the mountain temple was taken away by the evil god.

But at this moment, it seems that this has been difficult to complete.

Because the paper was not well preserved, it became extremely fragile, and it would break into pieces with a little bit of force.Moreover, some randomly rolled rice paper fell from the table to the ground, stained with mud and rain, and the ink stains have become blurred and almost unrecognizable.

From the aging color of the paper and the depth of the handwriting, it can be roughly seen that these rice papers were not written all at once, but were written continuously for many years, and the origin of the mountain god and the wild wolf peak was written in detail.

Yan Shixun bowed, and with the help of the phone's light, patiently and carefully cleaned up the stains on the rice paper and separated the sticky papers. He was not irritated by the trivial and careful work.His sharp brows and eyes, with quiet strength, seem to be expressing his respect for the old mountain god, so even reading the history of the old mountain god is so patient.

Even the audience in front of the split-screen seemed to be infected by Yan Shixun's quiet aura at this time, and they sank down and followed the split-screen camera to watch the messy and seriously defaced introduction of the mountain god.

[Although it is difficult for me to read, judging from these obviously commendatory words, this is to say that the mountain god here is very good?Can you give the villagers a lot of food? ]

[What's going on with the mountain temple here!It made me so angry. My hometown also has a mountain god temple, but in our place, this kind of mountain god temple records must be framed and pasted on the wall of the side hall, so that the young children who come to worship the gods know that the mountain gods What did they do to them, and what did we grown-ups do for the mountain god.Although it is a bit different from the current era, I think this kind of education is very good, and it will let children know how to be grateful. ]

[It's a bit strange, since the mountain god is a good mountain god, why does this village treat the mountain god so much?Even the things of the mountain gods are placed randomly, which is too disrespectful. ]

[That... Do you think this room looks depressing, like someone is crying, very sad. ]

The man is not interested in the history of the mountain god. Although he was the one who asked to follow Yan Shixun, he is just leaning against the door at this time, and his originally cold eyes are now focused on Yan Shixun with a slight smile. Xun, it seems that observing Yan Shixun is his purpose.

Yan Shixun's eyes fell on a certain line of rice paper.

Even if it is blurred by water stains, the original words and sentences can still be guessed from the remaining radicals.

"Xin Si year, under the Wild Wolf Peak, the village cuts wood, and people eat the mountain..."

Yan Shixun paused with the hand that was holding the edge of the paper.

In the year of Xinsi, the five elements belong to gold, and the snake hidden in winter.

Groundbreaking, catastrophe, bloodshed.

Dig a tree and leave a hole to form a tomb.