Spiritual Walker

San value was reset to zero on the spot.

A chill rose from the coccyx and rushed straight to the top of the head. Zhang Yuanqing was like a cat with its fur standing on end. He jumped high on the spot and cursed:

"Fuck you!"

This is the instinct of people to speak out when they are strongly stimulated or frightened.

He finally understood why his shoulders were so sore, and why the corpse by the window carried a bronze mirror with him.

This was to observe whether he was being peeped at by a vengeful spirit.

When did it peeped at my shoulder, when I walked into the courtyard, or when I entered this room?

Who gave me the courage to go out and explore, Fish Leong? !

His mind was like a pot of boiling water, all kinds of thoughts popped up in an instant, and fear came like a tidal wave.

Although he knew that there were strange and terrifying things in this temple, and he was prepared in his heart, he still felt an indescribable panic when he really faced the ghosts.

Oh, I have a talisman... Zhang Yuanqing took out the yellow paper talisman from the left pocket of his jacket with trembling hands, and stuck it on his shoulder as a last resort. .

Snap!

The corpse-suppressing talisman hit his shoulder, and he raised the brass mirror and carefully looked at it. The man with a pale face, black lips, and a pair of dead white pupils was still lying on his shoulder.

It's useless. This thing is not a corpse-like Yin object... The last bit of luck is gone. Zhang Yuanqing feels his shoulders getting more and more sore, and his hands and feet are cold.

These are not illusions, but the actual loss of Yang energy.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing thought of the corpse under the table in the main hall, and the senior who died tragically under the window. Next, he is likely to die here like the two of them.

A bone-chilling chill surged in his heart.

"Da Da!"

Suddenly, at this critical moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the corridor outside.

The footsteps were very light, but in the silent night, they were very clear.

....Zhang Yuanqing's heart shuddered, and he quickly squatted down, squatting beside the corpse under the window.

The footsteps sounded familiar, very similar to the sound he heard when he entered the temple.

"Da Da Da..."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, walking towards this side. Zhang Yuanqing dared not breathe, his whole body was tense, and he could vaguely hear his frantic heartbeat.

When the footsteps passed by the window, Zhang Yuanqing still couldn't help but glance at the floor of the room. The moonlight shone in, forming a lattice window shadow on the ground.

The window was not high, only to the waist. With the height of a normal person, passing by the window, he would definitely be projected on the ground by the moonlight, but he saw nothing.

This shows that the things passing by the window have no body.

Fortunately, the footsteps passed by the window, did not stop, did not enter the house, and gradually went away.

Huh....Zhang Yuanqing silently breathed a sigh of relief, concentrating on catching the distant footsteps, and heard it step into the yard, making a "rustling" sound of trampling on the weeds.

Then it stopped, and a few seconds later, the footsteps sounded again.

This time the footsteps were not simple walking, but stepping with a certain pattern and rhythm.

What is it doing in the yard?

Zhang Yuanqing supported his cold body, stood up with a little effort, and looked out through the tattered window paper.

Under the moonlight, in the weeds, a pair of brand new, Western-style red dancing shoes, tap dancing in the night.

Moonlit night, deserted temple, red dancing shoes, solo dance.

This scene looks both absurd and weird, and reveals an unspeakable... loneliness?

How could there be a pair of Western-style dancing shoes in the mountain temple of the Ming Dynasty?

This dilapidated temple is getting weirder and weirder... He squatted back quietly and waited patiently.

As time passed, the vengeful spirit lying on his shoulder continued to grab his yang energy, and the stiffness of his body became more and more severe, and the pain in his shoulder turned into a tingling pain.

He felt that if he continued like this, he would either die of exhaustion of Yang Qi or die of the injury due to a broken shoulder bone.

In the painful torment, the dance in the yard disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing still did not dare to show his head. He waited for a moment before carefully poking his head out and looking into the yard through the window.

The yard was filled with moonlight, the weeds stood quietly, and the strange dancing shoes left.

"Hu..."

He exhaled a breath of turbid air as if relieved. Just as he was about to stand up, his knees sank and he fell to the ground.

After his tense nerves relaxed and the adrenaline receded, he realized that his condition was worse than he had imagined.

His shoulders were burning and stinging, his bones seemed to be cracking, his knees were stiff, and his blood seemed to be coagulated.

He trembled and grabbed the bronze mirror. In the gray mirror, Zhang Yuanqing saw that his face was pale, his expression was listless, and his pupils were dim. This was not a normal person, but a sickly person who had run out of energy.

On his shoulder, the ghost with black lips stared at him strangely and silently.

If he continued like this, he would surely die, but what could he do? He could not touch the ghost on his shoulder.

The intense pain in his shoulder bones forced him to lean against the wall to support his body.

He looked sideways at the corpse of the worker's predecessor, and the postures of the two were exactly the same.

"So that's it..." Zhang Yuanqing smiled bitterly.

He seemed to see his own end and heard the sigh of the god of death.

But Zhang Yuanqing did not give up the desire to survive. His brain was still active, like an overloaded CPU, looking for hope of survival in despair.

In a flash, the corpse under the table in the main hall flashed by in the complex and chaotic information flow.

"The two bodies have different degrees of fractured shoulders. The shoulder injury of the corpse in the main hall is not fatal. Did the ghost let him go? No, the ghost cannot show mercy..."

"Why did he hide under the table..."

"The red dancing shoes secretly followed me when I entered the temple, but when I entered the main hall, it left..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing's dark and turbid pupils lit up with hope.

Go back to the main hall, go back to the main hall immediately!

He got up immediately and staggered out of the house. Every step was difficult, as if he was carrying a mountain.

"Plop!"

He fell in the yard, fell in the weeds, and could not stand up again.

Zhang Yuanqing's teeth trembled and collided up and down, making a "clicking" sound, and he felt that he was in the bitter winter.

"Severe cold" took away the heat and eroded the will.

Zhang Yuanqing crawled towards the main hall little by little, using all his strength. He raised his head and kept the outline of the building in front of him in his eyes.

In this way, the hope in his eyes would not be extinguished.

It took only about a minute to walk from the main hall, but now it felt as far away as the end of the world and the corner of the sea.

Finally, when he climbed into the eaves of the main hall, he heard an illusory scream, and his shoulders felt light, and the negative effects such as coldness, dizziness, and stiffness disappeared instantly.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled and crawled onto the pedestal, staggered around the front of the main hall, pushed open the lattice door, and threw himself into the threshold.

The candlelight was like a bean, dispelling the haze and bringing warmth like a spring breeze.

He lay on the ground with his chest heaving and panting. He lay there for two or three minutes before he felt that he was finally alive.

"It's terrible, it's terrible... My guess is right, the main hall is a safe shelter."

Based on the different injuries on the shoulders of the two skeletons, he judged that something must have stopped the ghost from chasing the man in the hall.

The worker under the table curled up and died, which is consistent with a person's hiding psychology when he is extremely scared.

In the mind of this senior worker, the main hall is safe.

And the red dancing shoes gave up chasing him, which indirectly verified this guess.

In the following time, Zhang Yuanqing stayed in the main hall until the pain in his shoulder subsided and his body temperature recovered.

Sure enough, he never encountered any danger again.

"If the main hall is a safe house, then my hope of survival will undoubtedly increase greatly. Even if the resentful spirits on my shoulders suck my essence, I can still escape back to the main hall. But if I encounter the resentful spirits and am chased by the red dancing shoes, I don't think I can escape back to the main hall.

"And the most bizarre and terrifying source of this temple is definitely not just the resentful spirits..."

He did not feel proud of resolving a life-and-death crisis. This ancient temple is not that simple.

You should know that before him, a whole construction team died here.

After resting for a long time, he gradually let go of his fear and was hesitating whether to continue to explore.

The voice in his mind sounded again:

[Mainline Task 1: Survive for three hours (completed)]

[Mainline Task 2: Explore Spirit Realm No. 0079, progress: 20%]

[Yuanshi Tianzun, congratulations on completing a mainline task, and the reward is being calculated for you...]

[Obtained items/props: Corpse Suppression Talisman (can be viewed in the item column).]

[Experience Points Obtained: 15%]

[The inventory has been unlocked. ]

[You will get 36 hours of rest time. The next opening of Spirit Realm 0079: 35:59:40. ]

The scenery in the main hall was distorted, like the surface of water wrinkled by the wind.

When the picture became clear again, Zhang Yuanqing saw the bright energy-saving lamps, the spacious bed, the desk, the PS5 game console, and the open windows. The wind blew in and the curtains swayed slightly.

He returned to the human world.

"Back? "

He looked around in astonishment, confirming that he was really back in the room, and then his knees softened and he fell on the soft bed.

He took a deep breath and felt that the air was sweet.

It's great to be alive, and the world is great.

After a few minutes of rest, Zhang Yuanqing sat up, pulled down the zipper of his jacket, and found that the corpse-suppressing talisman was indeed gone.

Zhang Yuanqing naturally had the idea of ​​"taking the item", and the next moment, a fluorescent blue grid appeared in front of him.

There were five grids in total, and the first grid contained the yellow paper talisman.

It was a wonderful experience. When the inventory was unlocked, this function seemed to have become his instinct. He didn't need to learn it, and he naturally knew how to open the inventory.

"In addition to the corpse-suppressing talisman, I also gained 15% experience points, but the level is still zero, which means that I haven't become a night wandering god yet, and I'm still an ordinary person."

"Surviving for three hours almost killed me in there. How to do the second task? Is this the S-level difficulty...?"

The more Zhang Yuanqing thought about it, the more desperate he felt. He felt that he had been tricked by Brother Bing.

This broken card can indeed change one's life, but it is indeed difficult to control.

He is very self-aware. He is just a college student who has never killed a chicken. It is difficult for him to survive the second task on his own.

As a good socialist youth with a good family background, he must rely on the country and the government at this time.

So he took his mobile phone and planned to dial his cousin's number. When his finger touched the screen of the mobile phone, he suddenly stopped.

Because Zhang Yuanqing thought that he might have a better choice.

He immediately turned over and got out of bed, and found the business card left by the big back hair man in the drawer of the desk.

The business card had his name and contact information.

What happened tonight reminded him of Brother Bing's strange disappearance. If he didn't come out alive, then he also disappeared strangely.

It is certain that Brother Bing had long been exposed to the so-called spiritual realm, so his disappearance might be due to entering a spiritual realm?

According to this idea, the investigators from the Public Security Bureau are trustworthy.

He chose to contact the man with the slicked-back hair for another reason, that is, the other party said that he might also be missing, which was a hint that he would enter the spiritual realm.

Combined with the fact that his cousin was unaware, Zhang Yuanqing had reason to infer that the three people were special personnel who specialized in handling similar incidents.

After thinking it through, Zhang Yuanqing dialed the other party's mobile phone according to the number on the business card.

The beep sounded for a few seconds, and the other party answered the call. A mature male's deep voice asked:

"Who is it?"