Chapter 4 Strange coming

Instead of losing the black card, it entered his body and became the mark on his forehead in a way he could not understand.

Confused, he found that the progress bar under the Black Moon's Mark became 92%, with the number of words beating, his forehead became hot.

What is this, supernatural phenomenon? High-tech? Hallucination?

At this moment, the content of the letter rose again: this is a gift that can change life...

"The black card is really a baby, so my previous guess was right. Someone coveted this card. Brother Bing didn't want the other party to succeed, so he sent it to me, and he disappeared because of this..."

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the progress bar with expectations while worrying about brother Bing.

What happens when the progress bar reaches 100%? He witnessed the gods in front of him, and he was full of curiosity about the next changes.

After several burning pains, the progress bar at the bottom of the black moon finally finished the journey, reaching 100%.

The next moment, there was no emotional fluctuation and no emotional voice in my ear:

[The color card has been restarted...]...]

[Name: to be named (please name it immediately)]]

[Race: Human]]

[Occupation: night wandering spirit]]

[Level: 0]]

[Skills: none]]

[Experience value: 0%]]

[Moral value: 60 (initial value)]]

There is also a line of remarks under the moral value:

[Don't let your moral value be lower than 60. You may not have a choice before, but please be a good person now.].]

Looking at the character attribute panel in fluorescent blue, Zhang Yuanqing spent half a day talking about what it is?

He tentatively said, "system?"

As a small expert in Internet surfing, being well informed is a necessary accomplishment.

The sound lines without emotional ups and downs echoed in my ears again:

[Name the role immediately!]!]

Set in the half-empty property panel and pop up a fluorescent blue handwriting box.

It is not a system, otherwise the intelligence is too low to communicate... holding the idea of taking a step and taking a step, Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his finger and wrote down his name:

Zhang Yuanqing

[Warning, do not use your name.].]

Cannot use the original name? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned and then wrote down the second name:

Yuanshi Tianzun

[Named successfully! Ten seconds later, the spiritual realm will be opened. The Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, good luck!]!]

Listening to the resounding voice in his ears, Zhang Yuanqing said for a moment, what is the situation, open the spiritual world? Shouldn't you explain what spiritual environment is first.

Before he could recover his calm, the ten-second countdown was over.

[Ding, the map of the spiritual environment has been opened. Welcome to the night wandering-the tunnel of the spirit, no.: 0079.].]

[Difficulty level: s]]

[Type: Single (death type)]]

[Main line Task 1: survive for three hours.].]

[Main line Task 2: explore the spirit of 0079, current exploration: 0%]]

[Note: non-spiritual items cannot be brought in.].]

[Introduction to spiritual conception No. 0079: Do you know one of the ten strange talks in Songhai?].]

[Xiaoling tunnel was built at the end of last century. During the construction of the tunnel, a construction team entered the tunnel for excavation on a rainy night and disappeared in the tunnel from then on, never appearing again.

[The security department organized a search team to search for a few days, and found a worker involved in the excavation that night in the mountain, but the others were not found.

[Although the survivor survived, he got some inexplicable stimulation and had mental problems. He became crazy... no matter how the security guard asked, he only had one sentence in his mouth.

[He said: don't enter the temple, don't enter the temple...].....]

The voice in the ear is getting lower and lower, and it is gradually unaudible. The scenery in front of us is like a folded Lake, which is distorted and blurred.

In Russia, the picture gradually became stable, with dim light shining on the uneven wall, and the road with fine stones was laid under the foot.

"Where is this place?"

Zhang Yuanqing looked around and found himself in an old tunnel. The old xenon lamp on the curved dome gave off a faint orange halo.

An abandoned tunnel.....

Zhang Yuanqing looked around in panic and was suddenly taken to a strange environment. Anyone would be in panic.

"Tunnel? Is this the ghost tunnel in the strange story?"

As a native of Songhai city, he certainly knew the Yiling tunnel in ten strange talks. When he was a child, she was naughty and didn't sleep at night, so grandma scared him with strange talks.

However, not to mention the strange talk, it is just an illusory story. Take Yan Ling tunnel as an example. Zhang Yuanqing went back to his hometown to sacrifice his father a few days ago and passed by Yan Ling tunnel.

Where is the real Shiling tunnel like this, so old?

"By the way, this is a spiritual place, not a real tunnel."

The harsh environment makes people uneasy. Zhang Yuanqing walked forward cautiously with only his lonely footsteps in his ear.

As he walked, he thought about his situation and the information given by his voice.

There is no doubt that he encountered supernatural phenomena, was brought to the strange story, and will complete the task issued by mysterious forces.

"That voice gave me two tasks: to survive for three hours; To explore the spiritual realm. Difficulty s level, single death type... this death type makes me very panic."

Survival for three hours means great danger.

Exploring spiritual environment... should be to explore this tunnel, that is to say, is it dangerous in the tunnel?

He tensed his nerves quietly. At the same time, a question flashed in his mind: what reward will he get for completing the task?

Since it is a task, there must be a reward.

"Well, according to the property panel just now, my occupation is night wandering, but the level is 0 instead of 1. Becoming a night wandering God should be one of the rewards. What is night wandering God?"

"Brother Bing is right. This black card will really change his life, but I ignored his second half of words. This thing is difficult to control, referring to the degree of danger?"

Zhang Yuanqing analyzed it silently based on the known information.

At this moment, the old xenon lamp on his side seemed to have a unstable circuit and flickered a few times. Between the light and darkness, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a figure wearing a miner's hat standing under the lamp..

He jumped up in fear, his mind was interrupted instantly, and the frightened deer ran forward for a distance.

Looking back, the xenon lamp continued to shine and did not flash any more.

The shadow wearing a miner's hat just now seemed to be his illusion.

With this shock, Zhang Yuanqing dared not stay in this terrible place and quickly went to the layman of the tunnel.

Da da da... footsteps echoed in the quiet tunnel. Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to stop one step, so he rushed away for five or six minutes. The old xenon lamp with curved dome flashed again, but this time, no figure wearing a miner's hat appeared.

Didn't you follow up?"

He was a little loose in his heart and did not dare to stay. He walked quickly with his head down. Suddenly, he stared at him on the ground, capturing a detail that made people feel cardiac arrest.

The Orange xenon lamp dragged his shadow very long, and there were more than a dozen shadows following him.

They follow me all the time?!

The coolness ran from foot to head and fried goose bumps all over. Zhang Yuanqing's face was scared white, and the "pedal pedal" ran wildly.

Finally, the tunnel entrance appeared ahead, and the moon outside the tunnel was as cold as Frost.

Zhang Yuanqing rushed out of the tunnel in one breath, holding his knees and bending down to breathe.

After breathing well, he looked around at the surrounding environment. The full moon was like a plate, hanging silently in the night sky. Under its brilliance, the stars were dim.

The lush forest was bathed in moonlight, casting a large area of rich shadows.

He is in a barren mountain.

The xenon lamp in the tunnel flickered a few times and all went out. Noda's tunnel is dark and quiet, like a beast's mouth that picks people.

Leave quickly..."

Zhang Yuanqing's scalp was numb and climbed along the rugged mountain road.

After walking ten steps, he turned back again and saw a row of figures with mining hats, shabby clothes and low heads standing at the tunnel entrance.

They stood in the shadow beyond the light of the moon and said nothing, as if they were seeing him off.

Zhang Yuanqing stepped back a few steps in surprise, twisted himself and ran to the mountain.

The branches and leaves on both sides of the mountain road are luxuriant, and the light of light is scattered, which is enough for Zhang Yuanqing to see the road clearly.

It's just that the silence in the mountains is terrible, and there are no insects in the woods, which makes Zhang Yuanqing's footsteps sound extremely loud.

"It's too quiet. There can't be no insects in the mountains this season."

He looked around, the full moon was like a plate, the shade of trees was swaying, and he always felt that something was watching himself in the dark.

I don't know how long it took until Zhang Yuanqing finally walked out of the dense forest and his vision suddenly widened.

The Moonlight is like water, surrounded by silence. At the end of the rugged mountain road, it is a deserted ancient temple.

Standing quietly in the dark.

I don't know how many years this ancient temple has been abandoned. The gate in front of the temple is painted mottled and black, full of erosion Holes. The lantern at the corner of the eaves fell to the ground, leaving only the bamboo frame.

The light is still there, full of cobwebs, hanging obliquely under the eaves, but the light is too dark to see what is written on the forehead.

The steps in front of the temple gate are cracked, and the cracks are overgrown with weeds.

There are barren mountains and mountains here, and there are no shops in front of the village. How can there be a temple.

Wait... temple?!

Zhang Yuanqing reacted fiercely, and the voice in the introduction of spiritual information seemed to ring in his ear:

"Don't enter the temple, don't enter the temple...."

"According to the hint of that strange voice, I should not be able to enter the temple. No, I have already come out of the tunnel, which means that what I really want to explore is this shabby ancient temple."

Hesitated for a long time at the gate of the temple, Zhang Yuanqing moved cautiously to the ancient temple standing in the dark and stepped over the tattered threshold.

What came into view was a broad front yard with waist-high weeds, and a rotten half-person high censer poured into the grass. I did not know how many years of wind and rain had been hit.

Chapter V ancient temple

At the foot is a road paved by bluestone. There are also clusters of weeds growing between the gaps of the slate.

Looking down the rolling decaying grass, looking at the end of the Bluestone Road, there is a shabby main hall with high Foundation and six steps. In the lattice door of the main hall, there is dim light.

"Is there a light?"

It was silent, desolate and dilapidated, and the bright moonlight was shining. In such an environment, the Halo did not bring Zhang Yuanqing a trace of warmth.

Even more horrible.

Sand....

Stepping on the bushes of withered and yellow weeds, he kept guard and walked towards the main hall. In the open environment, the footsteps were very clear.

Sha Sha, Sha Sha... suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's auricle moved and heard an extra step behind him. Something was following him.

Horan turned around.

Night is like water, weeds are flourishing, and there is nothing behind.

"Hearing voices?"

Zhang Yuanqing stopped for a moment and moved his legs forward again.

"Sand sand...."

The footsteps came again. This time he heard clearly, and something really followed behind him.

.... It's not so evil, is it? When I entered the temple, I met dirty things? He didn't dare to look back and quickened his pace.

The footsteps behind him also accelerated.

Zhang Yuanqing could no longer collapse. While goose bumps raised, he ran wildly and rushed to the main hall.

The footsteps behind him followed him closely.

During the chase, Zhang Yuanqing quickly rushed out of the grass and approached the main hall. The six steps jumped up in two steps. Finally, in the loud noise of "Xiaodang", he broke through the two lattice doors of the main hall.

Footsteps suddenly disappeared behind.

"Chubby, chubby....."

He gasped heavily, and finally dared to look back. Moonlight was like water sprinkling on the courtyard, grass and slate roads. It was quiet and frightening, but there was nothing.

"Fortunately, I didn't catch up."

After Zhang Yuanqing breathed well, he closed the door of the main hall gently, just like blocking the fear outside.

Then, he glanced at the scene in the main hall. On the high stone base, he worshipped a lady with a coat of fur and gorgeous clothes. Her face was round, her eyebrows were slender, and she showed a charity.

The mother was holding the dust in one hand, and the other hand was holding something, but it was empty at the moment.

On the left and right sides are children holding swords and girls holding books.

In front of the base, there is a tribute table covered with dust. On the table, there are candlestick, a 20cm long candle with thick baby arm, burning quietly.

Candlelight dispelled the darkness and seemed to dispel the fear in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. He felt that his mood was much more stable.

On the wall on the left, two faded and cracked boards were hung, which were engraved with regular script.

Zhang Yuanqing walked to the wall and stared by the candlelight at dusk. The style of these regular bodies was classical Chinese.

His Chinese level is not bad. Through half-guessing and half-reading, he has a clear understanding of his environment.

This mountain is called Sandao mountain, and the mountain god worshipped in the temple is called Sandao Mountain lady.

The goddess of the mountain was a member of Songfu in the early Ming Dynasty. She practiced in Sandao mountain of Songfu, was proficient in the law of running, was familiar with alchemy, could pray for rain and exorcism, and protect one side of the country. Therefore, she was treated like a god by the people.

After she became a feather, the local government house built the temple in Sandao mountain, named "Sandao mountain maiden Temple", which was managed by the goddess's mantle and served as a temple wish.

"The temple in the early Ming dynasty has been 500 or 600 years." Zhang Yuanqing muttered.

At this time, he couldn't help glancing at the bottom of the tribute table, and his heart suddenly rushed.

A dark shadow lay in the shadow at the bottom of the table.

I was too scared just now, and the candlelight was dim, so I didn't notice it at the first time.

Zhang Yuanqing kept his scalp close and looked intently. It turned out to be a skeleton left.

Zhang Yuanqing was relieved in fear. Compared with this strange Mountain Temple, the remains were not so horrible.

Walking a few steps, he saw the clothes on the skeleton, a dusty work clothes by the faint candlelight.

Workers?

"Is this the construction team of that year? So I did enter the world of weird talk."

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing made a guess, he thought of a possibility of a more shrugged person. Perhaps, the construction team of that year, like me, mistakenly entered this place.

Therefore, urban legends are left behind.

If it is the former, this so-called spiritual environment generates scenes based on strange talk.

However, if it is the latter, it means that the ancient temple has always existed, and the construction team, like him at this moment, are all victims.

According to the historical background of the Mountain Temple, Zhang Yuanqing was more backward.

"The whole construction team died in the temple, and only one person survived. There will really be dead here... now I have entered the temple, and I will face unknown dangers at any time..."

Hissing ~ he took a breath of coolness, and his mood tightened again, looking around subconsciously.

Then, he suddenly realized a detail that was extremely frightening.

This ancient temple was in the Ming Dynasty and had a long history. How could candles still burn? Who is changing candles for the main hall?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt frightened. With that kind-hearted sculpture, it seemed that there was a strange gloom in the candlelight.

Although the three clay sculptures are covered with dust, they are vivid and vivid. Every detail is carved vividly, especially the eyes.

They stood on the pedestal and stared at Zhang Yuanqing in the candlelight of dusk.