It seemed as if in the blink of an eye, the earth pit was filled. Xiao Fengchuan was about to go up and pull the branches out of the earth pit, but the old lady grabbed Xiao Fengchuan's collar and told him that it was not too early. After completing the group's family rules, she hurried back to avoid making Brother Yong angry.

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Feng Chuan couldn't help but sigh to the sky. In the past time of his life, if there was something unforgettable, then this thing in front of him was one of them, and it would never be lingered no matter what.

Although Feng Chuan was only five years old and had experienced life and death not long ago, no matter what, the shovel of soil he sprinkled on Ouyang Nanshan will be the eternal stain of Feng Chuan's life.

The moonlight passed through the leaves and shone on Ouyang Nanshan's "grave". Feng Chuan walked slowly over, and he met the moonlight with one palm. "Sound!" The moonlight passed through his palm silently and landed straight on the soil under his feet.

Suddenly, Feng Chuan's eyes were in a daze...

When his mind gradually became clear, Feng Chuan found that all the banyan trees around him disappeared, there was no mountain wind whistling beside his ears, and the loess of Ouyang Nanshan were no longer buried in the soles of Ouyang Nanshan. He felt that he seemed to have reached another time and space again.

However, the night is still dark, and there is still a little light ahead.

Feng Chuanchao walked to the place where the light was shining. He quickly became convinced that he had never been here before. Speaking of which, if he was not mistaken, this should be similar to the previous experience in the shanty towns. They are both "procedures" that need to be taken to complete this soul contract.

Since this is the case, it indicates that there may be clues related to this soul contract ahead. Thinking of this, Feng Chuan became fifteen points and moved forward straight.

There was no sound around, the stone road under his feet was uneven, and there were no buildings on both sides of the road, only the low weeds swaying slightly in the night wind. Taking a deep breath, Feng Chuan accelerated his pace of progress. He believed that he had arrived in a sparsely populated countryside. Outside the village, scattered farmlands were spread in an orderly manner on the vast land.

After about three minutes, a dilapidated temple suddenly appeared in front of it. A Taichung caravan parked in front of the dilapidated temple. It was supposed to be used by the people in the temple for daily travel. Lights penetrated out of the temple, reflecting the cement that had not yet been completely solidified on the wall, as if reminding Fengchuan that someone had renovated the dilapidated temple not long ago.

Who would live in such a place? Feng Chuan looked around and saw that the surroundings were empty. Could it be that Qin Buyong came here again with his human trafficker group?

Suddenly, it seemed like a figure passing by in the dark night. Feng Chuan rang to chase after him, but the distance was too far. When Feng Chuan arrived, the other party was gone.

No matter what... Feng Chuan patted his forehead. Anyway, I probably don't exist here. I can't change any fait accompli. If I was just a bystander at this moment, there would be no need to be surprised.

The door of the dilapidated temple was closed. Feng Chuan was hesitating whether to push the door open, and suddenly a bald man walked out of it. Looking closely, wasn’t this the trafficker who followed Qin Buyong to do evil? Looking at his anxious and obscene look, he probably wanted to go out to find a toilet for convenience.

Seeing the gap, Feng Chuan entered the ruined temple and saw that the temple was brightly lit, adults and children gathered around, while Qin Buyong stood in the middle of the crowd, and was promoting his management experience in a clear manner and accounting for the group's accounts this week.

Compared with the shanty towns before, the human trafficker group is now larger and there are many faces that Feng Chuan had never seen before. Among the crowd, Feng Chuan soon discovered Yang Shanshan's figure. She was a little older than before, and her eyebrows looked particularly similar to Yang Shanshan who met in Yingshui Hall.

Feng Chuan was too lazy to listen to Qin Buyong's rhetoric, so he walked straight towards Yang Shanshan. When he walked beside him, Qin Buyong also announced the end of the meeting and everyone rested.

Yang Shanshan rubbed her eyes and walked slowly to a corner of the dilapidated temple. At this time, a gentle voice came from beside her: "Yang Shanshan, I see that you look depressed every day. In fact, you have been here for so long, can't you get used to it?"

Turning his head and looking, the fat Ye Tian spoke. Yang Shanshan covered her mouth and yawned, shook her head and said, "I can't get used to this kind of place, this kind of person, let alone two years, even if I have another twenty years."

Hearing this, Ye Tian stomped his feet anxiously: "What a twenty years, crow's mouth, don't talk nonsense. No matter how good my mentality is, no matter how peaceful I am, I don't want to live like a wild dog like this..."

Feng Chuan suddenly realized that two years later, the human trafficker group moved to this ruined temple, and he came here under the guidance of the soul contract. That would be like an announcement in the dark that something would inevitably happen tonight.

The lights in the temple were quickly turned off, and Yang Shanshan murmured, "The sun often breaks promises, but the night will come every day." After that, she soon fell asleep. Listening to the sound of Yang Shanshan's uniform breathing, Feng Chuan couldn't help but sigh: "For two years, I really don't know how you survived this purgatory on earth. If you know that you and I can still create a bond in Yingshui Hall in the future, then I should have stayed with you."

The sleeping Yang Shanshan seemed to hear Feng Chuan's thoughts. She pursed her lips as if she was smiling.

Next, time flew rapidly like a fast forward, and it was not long before the second half of the night. Just when Feng Chuan felt a little bored, a bright red and very different light suddenly rose outside the dilapidated temple.

Feng Chuan looked out on tiptoe, it seemed like it was getting fire! But then he thought, no, if the fire broke out at this time, it might be a good time to escape for Yang Shanshan, Ye Tian, ​​and other children who were abducted by Qin Buyong.

"Let's ignite!Let's ignite!" Feng Chuan shouted in his heart. The jumping flame quickly changed from the first point to three points, and then turned into five points. They ran around like thorns, trying their best to intertwin.

At this time, the wind blew, and red flames played happily and lively, chasing each other. They sometimes rushed into the air and sometimes penetrated into the window frame. They swept over with the rolling smoke.

Crazy flames were clustered one by one, as if they wanted to swallow the entire ruined temple. Wherever the flames passed, the walls were crackling, and the hot waves of air slammed the air, making a rustling sound of horror, just like resentment.
Chapter completed!