The sky above the head suddenly became gloomy without realizing it. Looking at the large ink-colored clouds squeezing the sky, it was as if the whole world was quiet. A gust of gloomy wind was flying through, blowing the green and deep leaves of the towering ancient trees around it.

At this time, the four of them stood under the steps, looked up at the mottled paint-deep and dark red torii on the hillside. Surrounded by mountains and trees, they were like a bloody mouth of a monster, quietly waiting for their prey to take the bait. The originally sacred and solemn shrine exuded a terrifying atmosphere from the inside out.

"Let's go." Chang'an took the lead and everyone climbed up the steps. The team along the way was quietly infected by this depressing atmosphere, and was afraid of the unknown terror in the shrine. Even Yi Xiao Naihe talked like this, he was not in the mood to speak at this moment.

The steps on the hillside were not steep, but were relatively long. It took them ten minutes to finally climb to the top. Jiang Li looked at the familiar scene in front of him: in the dream at the beginning of the game, he appeared in this place.

Jiang Li looked at the blue stone slabs under his feet and the broken sling rope, and suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable fear. This strong fear was something he had never felt before. Even though he had been in such close contact with the resentful spirit last night, he was not as scared as he is now. This feeling... was like... it seemed like... it was like he was about to die.

He covered his chest with discomfort, feeling his heart beating wildly, as if it was about to explode. The other three people had not noticed his strangeness. Xila looked at the temple in front of him and reached out to stop Chang'an and Yixiao Naihe: "Torii represents the entrance to the divine realm, which is used to distinguish the divine realm that divine realm is inhabited from the secular world where humans live. Since he is here, let's bow first." As he said that, he placed his hands on his knees and gently bent his waist.

"Is there any other statement?" Yi Xiao Naihe muttered, but couldn't help but follow him.

"It is better to have some awe for the gods... If there is really a god in this world," Chang'an murmured.

Jiang Li's face turned pale, forcibly suppressing his inner discomfort, and went to the shrine with other companions. Everyone walked forward along the temple paved with blue stone slabs under his feet. Chang'an noticed that there were strange-shaped stone sculptures on both sides of the temple. These statues were called god envoys, which were used to guard the shrine and drive away evil spirits. The most common god envoys in shrines are dogs, but the god envoys here were evil ghosts with distorted faces.

According to legend, the gods of the shrine are related to sacrifice to the gods. In this way, Luoquan Village has been unswervingly convinced since ancient times that what they suppressed was the evil spirits under the underworld.

The building about seven meters high in front is the Temple of Worship. There were also ferociously-looking God Envoys on the left and right at the door. They came to the front of the Temple of Worship and looked at the thick dust piled on the boxes. As a result, Jiang Li couldn't help but pull the bell that was hanging down in front of him and ringed the bell on his ping.

"bite"

The heavy ringtone echoed in the empty shrine, and the sound hit everyone's heart, as if awakening the things that were sleeping in the dark...

"Mianmian, what are you doing? It's so scary." Yi Xiao Naihe was shocked by his sudden actions. He covered his beating chest and looked around, afraid that something would suddenly appear.

Jiang Li did not answer him, but bowed twice in a row, clapped his hands twice, folded his hands and bowed slightly.

"Sorry, I scared everyone, I just made a wish." The solemnity on Jiang Li's face faded away and he returned to his previous appearance: "Or why don't you try it too, anyway, you've come."

"Uh, no, right?" Chang'an waved his hand. Yi Xiao Naihe couldn't help but complain: "The evil spirit is revealed inside and outside. Can the wish be effective?"

"Don't you try?" Jiang Li heard the two of them say this, pursed his lips, and then pulled Xila's cuffs: "I feel that you believe this, otherwise you wouldn't have everyone worshipped at Torii."

"Okay." Seeing her look of anticipation, Sila couldn't bear to refuse. He skillfully sounded the bell of Benping, bowed twice, clapped her hands, made a wish, and finally bowed in one go.

"Do you often go to the shrine?" Jiang Li asked curiously.

"Well, I've been to Japan before," said Sira, and said to the others: "It seems that there is nothing here. Let's go to the main hall behind to take a look."

"Okay." Chang'an and Yi Xiao Naihe nodded, and Jiang Li also said that there was no problem. The group of people walked around the worship hall and prepared to go to the main hall behind. When they were around the corner, Jiang Li turned around unconsciously. He saw a vague figure of a woman appearing in the position where the few people were standing. The other party's hands overlapped in front of his knees, and the breeze blew, and the figure disappeared again.

The area of ​​this hall is larger than that of the temple. The wooden building is simple but elegant. Even though it has been abandoned for hundreds of years, from the outside alone, it still reveals its sacred and inviolable majesty.

The floor of this temple is square, with two rooms on the side of the front. A thick pillar is erected in the center of this temple, called the "vortex column". The floor of the temple is high and there are steps in front. In general, in the shrine, the temple worships divine bodies, offering food and imperial coins, which are places where gods live. This temple is also the most sacred part of the shrine, and humans are forbidden to enter.

But in order to find clues, the four of them had to grit their teeth and climb upstairs and push open the door that was hidden in front of them.

Just as Xira opened the door, a pungent smell of blood immediately came out of the closed room. Although it was still daytime, due to the weather, and the towering ancient trees in the shrine, there was no light source in the temple. At this time, they could not see clearly what was happening in the room.

Chang'an transformed into a flashlight and shone it into the house. Soon, they saw a bloody corpse leaning against the divine platform in the center of the hall. The clothes on the man looked familiar to them. This man was the wind that had never been heard from!

"Is he... dead?" Yi Xiao Naihe saw such a scene for the first time, and he was scared and couldn't even explain clearly.

Jiang Li, who was originally the least courageous, rushed over abnormally when he saw this. He shone the flashlight at Feng's body. The other party's head fell softly on his chest, his face was pale, his eyes were slightly opened, and there were two clearly visible dark black palm prints on his neck. The force of the hand was so strong that it had cut off his neck, making Jiang Li's hair stand straight.

At the same time, he also noticed some strange places. In addition to his neck, there was a deep bone-scar in the palm of Feng's left hand, and the skin and flesh were blooming, and a lot of blood was flowing. What made him even more concerned was that Feng's calves seemed to be injured...
Chapter completed!