The mountain rain is like silk, sometimes big and sometimes small.

The muddy mountain road is filled with hurried footsteps.

"There is a mountain temple!"

"Go and take shelter first, the rain is too cold."

"The road was too slippery, oops! I almost fell to death... What is this? It seems to be a bone!"

In the forest, a soil slope collapsed and almost fell down. White bones were found in the collapse, and it was unclear whether they were human or animal bones.

"It's really a mass grave. Let's go quickly."

"Don't blame the ghosts and gods of all walks of life. We are all passers-by, and we don't mean to disturb..."

The temple is small and old. There is a headless statue in the main hall. The roof is leaking and the door is broken.

The craftsmen hid in the temple, shivering from the cold.

"It's really unlucky. Not only did we not catch the ginseng, we got caught in the rain."

"The wild ginseng has given birth to spiritual wisdom. Even the red rope cannot tie it up. How can we catch it?"

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have pursued him. It's a good time. Not only did he get caught in the rain, but he also got lost. Fortunately, there is a ruined temple to take shelter from the rain. If you stay in the rain for a long time, you will definitely get sick."

"Hey, greed is causing trouble. I'll go find some firewood to make a fire and warm myself up first."

Da Zhuang found a few branches piled in the corner, so he ran over to pick them up excitedly.

Woo woo woo...

help me……

Da Zhuang, who was lowering his head to collect the branches, vaguely heard the cry of a woman, and suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

There is no one in the ruined temple. Who is crying?

Da Zhuang turned his head tremblingly and saw a petite woman lying behind the immortal. She was wearing a simple dress. Her appearance was not very beautiful, but her facial features were exquisite and her face was very pale.

Da Zhuang was so frightened that he threw away his branches and rolled back, while other craftsmen heard the sound and rushed over.

"Save me...please, save me..."

The woman was so weak that one of her legs was pressed under the statue and she was dying.

"Why is there a woman?"

"Her legs were pinned down and she seemed to be dying!"

"Save her out first, and everyone will help."

The craftsmen were all good-hearted. When they saw someone in trouble, they naturally wanted to help. As they spoke, they started to walk towards the woman.

"Don't go there!"

Da Zhuang shouted in horror, pointed to the ground around the woman tremblingly and said: "No, no shadow! She is not alive!"

The craftsmen were so shocked that they stepped back one after another, and then they saw clearly that the woman's body was not solid, her eyes were lifeless, her face was so pale that she didn't look like a living person, and she had no shadow.

Any living creature will have a reflection. Those without shadows can only be ghosts.

"Ghost...ghost!"

"Run away!"

"Mom! Help!"

The craftsmen turned and ran away, scrambling towards the door.

Lin Zi was the first to run to the gate, but a scene that frightened him appeared. No matter how hard he stepped, he could not escape from the empty temple gate.

An invisible wall blocked the only exit.

Crunch, crunch.

There is no wind, and the old wooden door is slowly closing.

Crunch...crunch!

It felt like there were long nails scratching at the door, and a dark wind blew in the empty hall.

At this moment, Da Zhuang felt extremely regretful. He regretted that he had not listened to the advice of the boy from the fishing village. It was better now and he could only wait for death.

The woman behind the statue slowly stood up, her feet half a foot off the ground, and floated behind everyone.

A slender and pale palm grasped the strong shoulder.

Feeling something on his shoulder, Da Zhuang closed his eyes and said desperately: "Don't kill me! I haven't asked for a mother-in-law yet, I don't want to die..."

The other craftsmen's legs were also weak, and they collapsed at the temple door just a short distance away, with horror in their eyes.

"Don't be afraid, the slave family won't harm anyone."

The woman spoke quietly, her voice filled with resentment.

"Please let us go." Lin Zi bravely begged for mercy.

"Don't kill us! We are just passing by!"

"Sir, please forgive me! We are all responsible people. As long as you let us go, you will definitely offer wine and food as tribute when you come back and worship us every year."

The craftsmen begged for mercy one after another, and some even kowtowed as if they were making a fool of themselves. They did not dare to raise their heads to take another look at the woman, for fear of being possessed by a ghost and turning into a zombie.

There are many rumors about ghosts and ghosts, and the theory of ghosts and gods has been around for a long time, especially the female ghost in the barren mountains. It is everyone’s childhood nightmare. Now that the nightmare has come true, how can we not be afraid?

"Why……"

The woman sighed faintly, left Da Zhuang and floated to the corner, saying: "I am just a ghost. Even if I want to harm others, I have no power. All the heroes seem to be good people. Can you help the slave family escape from the sea of ​​suffering?"

The female ghost actually asked for help. The craftsmen were startled when they heard such strange things. When they saw that the other party did not mean any harm, the brave ones gradually relaxed.

"How can I help you? We are all ordinary people and we have no power."

"Since you are a ghost, you should be reincarnated as soon as possible. What are you doing in the temple? Are you waiting to harm others?"

Da Zhuang leaned his back against the wall and said in surprise: "If I don't harm anyone, it's okay to help you once, but I have to tell you clearly who you are!"

"My name is Xiaoye, and she is the daughter of a hunter in the mountains. She saved two businessmen by chance. Unexpectedly, the two men coveted my appearance, and they repaid their kindness with hatred. They killed me here. My bones were buried at the foot of the statue.

The slave family was unwilling to accept it and asked some strong men to help me dig out my remains and bury them in the mountains. If I leave this sad place, I will be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

The poor man told his pitiable story, his voice full of resentment, and every sentence he spoke from the bottom of his heart.

The craftsmen sighed sadly after hearing this, feeling sorry for the woman who died in the accident.

"Beast! What a beast!"

"Scum! Not as good as a pig or a dog!"

"Let's help Miss Xiaoye and find a good place to bury the body so that she can be reborn."

"This poor woman has been trapped here for I don't know how many years. Let's help move the mountain god statue away."

"Okay! Everyone, work harder, one-two-ho! One-two-ho!"

More than a dozen craftsmen worked together. The headless statue was so heavy that it could not move even a little bit at a time. It was not easy to move it away.

When the craftsmen worked together to push the statue, the ghost named Xiaoye floated behind everyone, and an inexplicable look appeared on the originally pitiful face, as if he was proud.

Work harder...

If I work harder, I can come out...

Crunch, crunch.

The statue moved backward bit by bit, and an evil yin energy began to fill the surroundings. The craftsmen who moved the statue were wrapped in this aura.

Their pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, like small snakes, slowly squirming.

Da Zhuang felt his blood surge, as if there was a fire hidden in his heart, and his whole body was full of strength. He shouted louder and louder, and used more and more strength.

The statue was extremely heavy and could not be moved by more than a dozen people, but these craftsmen seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. Their strength grew stronger and stronger, and some of them did not notice the blood spilling from their teeth.

The power of overdraft comes from vitality.

Once the idol is completely removed, these craftsmen will be exhausted to death.

There was a clang and the temple door was kicked open from the outside.

"Aren't you thirsty if you have the strength to move the idols?"

Yunji's figure appeared outside the door. He raised the water bag in his hand and stepped in.

The wind picked up and blew the fallen leaves all over the ground.

The evil atmosphere was blown away by the cold wind, and the bloodshot eyes of the craftsmen receded one after another, and they staggered around exhausted.

Da Zhuang was awakened and saw that it was Yunji. He was about to say hello, but he collapsed to the ground in pain all over.

In a daze, Da Zhuang felt that the person who walked into the temple was not the boy from the fishing village, but an ancient beast carrying thousands of evil spirits!

The headless statue shook again and again, and finally fell back to its original place.
Chapter completed!