novelcrest Chapter 600 Gods
Chapter 600 Gods
Chapter 600 Gods
The sky outside was already dawning. At this time, Jiang Cheng and others gathered in the living room of the room. Everyone lowered their heads, with indescribably weird expressions on their faces.
Two corpses lay on the ground, their faces covered with clothes.
"How did this happen?" Zhao Xingguo sat slumped on the ground, as if he hadn't recovered from the shock. They had just entered this world less than 2 days ago, and he was the only one left in his team.
Of the two corpses, one is naturally Pan Du, and the other is Linghu Yong.
"I still want to ask you?" Fu Fu sneered, and asked in a dissatisfied tone: "If you lead a team to the book, you can't even look down on an individual."
"It's okay to be dead, but you can't recognize a living person. Don't you have eyes?" Although Fu Fu was young, she didn't mean to respect Zhao Xingguo at all.
"Say less." Luo He said.
His tone was flat, and there was no other emotion in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Xingguo. It was not so much that he felt sorry for Zhao Xingguo, but that he disdained to communicate with him.
"Let's talk about what happened to you first." Jiang Cheng looked away, his eyes flicked across Luo He's calm face, and finally stopped on Huai Yi and the others.
Huai Yi seemed to have received some kind of order, and opened his mouth to tell their experience. They found Linghu Yong's body in the last and largest room.
When the body was found, it was lying on that luxurious big bed, with both hands folded together and flat on the chest, with a strange smile on his face.
Same as the victims found earlier.
What is even more chilling is what was exposed after the decorative painting on the door fell off.
It was a photo with yellowed edges.
A man stood in the center of the photo, his body was twisted forward strangely, his hands were raised like chicken feet, and there were tattered wounds all over his body.
There was no flesh and blood in the wound, only dry grass, as if a piece of human skin was draped over the body of a straw man.
It was Linghu Yong.
With this discovery, they found photos behind the paintings on every door in the hallway.
There are men and women in the photo, and they all seem to be from the Feng family.
The moment they saw Linghu Yong's photo and corpse, they immediately realized that the people in Jiangcheng were in danger.
Because not long ago, the two teams had just separated.
But at that time, in order to avoid alarming others, everyone did not use any lighting equipment. Instead, they calculated the time and started to act after gathering at 2 o'clock in the morning.
Because of the poor light, they could only get a rough idea. At that time, they remembered that there were 10 people in total, and there were 5 people in a team.
"Could it be that Linghu Yong was already dead at that time, Linghu Yong who was in the team was a ghost?!" Pi Ruan seemed to realize this, and when he looked at the corpse on the ground, his pupils trembled uncontrollably.
"You can say that." It was Lin Wan'er who spoke, and she glanced at another corpse lying on the ground, "It's Pan Du."
Similar to the experience of the Luohe team, Jiangcheng and the others did not encounter the weird fog, but arrived at their target area smoothly.
In Jiangcheng's plan, Liu Zizi should live nearby.
After all, his legs and feet are not good, and his range of activities will not be too wide.
But during the search, they encountered a problem. The neighborhood seemed to be where servants lived, so there were many rooms and they were densely packed, with various low and uneven paths interspersed among them.
Before long, they got lost inside.
After walking a long distance, Jiang Cheng stopped. He realized that they were not simply lost.
He has a good memory and the chosen direction is fixed.
According to the distance they traveled, it is only right that they have already left the Feng residence.
The problem is not the road under their feet, but themselves.
Some fools have come in, right next to them.
Same as in Gold Mine Tunnel.
He calmly began to look at the people around him. Including him, there were five people in total. Everyone's faces were familiar, and no flaws could be seen.
He used the excuse of caution again, retreated to the back of the line, and continued to observe until a hand waved in front of his eyes.
Lin Wan'er stretched out a hand and pointed to the ground. After a while, Jiang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he nodded his chin as usual.
Just now, a group of them stepped on a puddle, so everyone left a wet and muddy footprint on the ground after they walked through.
But among the many footprints, there were a few barefoot footprints. The footprints were relatively small and looked like children.
This small footprint crookedly followed Linghu Yong, judging from the distance between the footprints, it seemed to be clinging to his back.
"Everyone, be careful." Fatty's voice came, his voice was low, his thick neck was tucked into his collar, his small eyes rolled around, and he seemed to be very vigilant, "There is something wrong around here."
"Okay." Linghu Yong who was next to him shrank back and responded.
Just when Jiangcheng noticed the strangeness behind Linghu Yong, a strange feeling came to his heart, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.
The next second, when he opened his eyes again, before he could see the scene in front of him clearly, he heard the fat man scream, "Damn! What's going on?!"
In his line of sight, a straight and stiff body stood in front of him, still maintaining the walking posture with his back turned to him, but the owner of the body had changed.
It wasn't Linghu Yong, but Pan Du who should have honestly died on the bed in the room.
"So, after the ghost is seen through, the illusion disappears." Luo He analyzed, "It's the same as before."
In the tunnel, it was also Luohe who saw through the ghost who had infiltrated them, but in a different way, he dialed Naruhu's phone.
Pan Du doesn't look like a ghost, but the thing clinging to his back is.
He can only be regarded as a puppet at best.
"It's a pair of small footprints. It seems that this ghost should be a child." Huai Yi rubbed his chin and said, "Or the form it shows is a child."
"By the way, we were attracted into that room by a burst of singing." Huai Yi went on to say, "That's... that song "The Fall of Sakura""
The ballads that are only spread in Yoko's hometown, the straw man, the wish, the god who can't figure out his temper, plus the footprints of children that appear now.
It seems that there are more and more clues, but they all point to the temple far away in a foreign country. The remaining time is definitely not enough to support them to go to the East.
"Could it be?" Fatty asked in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with that temple? What is enshrined there is not a god at all, but a ghost?"
"That ghost came here with the Orientals, and traveled across the ocean."
Having said that, the fat man paused and scratched his head, as if he also thought that what he said was not specific enough, but he didn't know how to say it.
(End of this chapter)