The Buddha statue was exactly the same as the stone statue I saw in the hotel. But when I changed my position and my perspective changed, I saw a strange smile on the face of the Buddha statue.

Looking closely, I noticed that the Buddha's face was cracked, causing the Buddha's mouth to deform that eerie smile.

The moonlight shines through the gap in the shrine's roof and falls on the Buddha's face, making its face look a strangely pale color.

The people around them ran and screamed. Some people were so frightened that their legs were weak, and they sat down on the ground, crying for help.

"Han Ji" dragged Bian Sijun forward, did not run, but only quickened his pace slightly.

The Shimada family is not far from the front of "Han Ji".

But as soon as the people rushed, they disappeared.

"What's going on?! What the hell is it? ”

Nantian's voice drilled into my ears.

I turned my head and saw the southern sky. There was something wrong with the focus of his gaze.

"Not a ghost." I replied briefly.

Nantian found my exact location, but his vision was still a little off.

"Not one?" He pondered and looked at "Han Ji" in front of him, "Can you save them?" ”

I thought about it for a moment and smiled bitterly: "Not necessarily. I don't know exactly what they're going to do. It should be revenge, but ......"

Before I could finish speaking, I heard louder screams.

The torii gate is close in front of you, but the torii gate has changed a lot now, and it was completely destroyed by something, and half of it was cut off. The pillars in the upper part fell to the ground, blocking the road and crushing the trees. There are obvious paw prints on the pillars. The fracture is not so smooth.

The inside of the pillar was empty, as if it had collapsed due to insect damage. It's just that the paw prints on it are always unsettling.

The running ranks slowed down slightly, and everyone wept and gasped as they walked around the rubble.

I'm not that scared.

The yin qi of those female ghosts was still in the position of the stream, and they were not close to here.

I heard a terrible cat meow.

"Whew-w-"

"Meow—"

Cat meows can be heard from all directions.

A pair of turquoise vertical pupils lit up in the woods.

Those people were even more frightened, and would only shout in a hurry.

"Those things, as if driving away ......" Nantian's footsteps paused slightly.

For a moment, I felt the cats' gaze fall on Nantian.

"Han Ji" turned his head in front and also looked at Nantian.

She curled the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a light smile. There was no kindness in the smile, nor was it the pride of a successful plan, just a simple smile.

The head of the South Heaven hit him, and he staggered, and could only be carried by the crowd to continue running, or else he would have to be knocked into the snow.

I already feel that the situation is getting worse and worse, and I want to take this opportunity to take Nantian away.

I stretched out my hand to Nantian.

He couldn't see me, and no matter how sharp his senses were, he couldn't get away completely.

As for Han Ji, I can only choose to give up.

I thought it was a safe thing, but who knew that the outstretched hand was empty.

I was stunned.

Nantian ran past me, and I was pulled forward by "Han Ji", and stretched out my hand again when I flew past Nantian.

My hands were indeed empty.

I can't touch anything!

I immediately looked at "Han Ji", and only saw the back of "Han Ji's" head.

Was that what she just did?

I gritted my teeth and flew through the crowd before catching up with her.

"Hey!" I stretched out my hand to "Han Ji", but I grabbed her shoulder all of a sudden.

"Han Ji" looked back at me with a cold gaze.

Suddenly, the cat in the woods and the female ghost in the distance seemed to look at it and were ready to attack.

It's not "Han Ji"!

I made a judgment in this second and let go of my hand.

It's not because of "Han Ji".

I reached out and touched Bian Sijun, but I could also touch other people, touch trees, and feel the snowflakes falling on the palms of my hands. As soon as my mind moved, the snowflake passed through my palm and landed on the snow.

I just can't touch Nantian.

Does Nantian have a special physique?

No, not for that reason.

After I looked at Nantian for a while, I suddenly spoke: "Ye Qing? ”

There are only a few things that can interfere with my abilities.

I can't touch Nantian, I can't bring Nantian back to reality, and after ruling out other possibilities, there is only one reason to explain: Ye Qing is preventing me from using my ability.

Why?

He wants Nantian to die?

He wants to stimulate Nangong Yao?

No way!

Even if he became a ghost and his reason was out of control, Ye Qing would not come up with such a thing.

The constant distance from the inn to the shrine made it difficult to walk when they came, but the road was peaceful, and when they returned, there were many terrible things, but everyone did not notice that they were running without any external force. The snow and the cold wind that hindered them were as if they were gone.

Those female ghosts let go of their restrictions and no longer suppressed them with their yin energy.

The fence wall of the hotel is close at hand.

The hole they drilled out when they ran out is a little unsightly now.

Those who are frightened do not have so much reason, and it is impossible for them to obey the order and drill through the holes one by one.

The most conspicuous thing on the fence wall is the door.

The first person to run to the door pushed the door hard without thinking about it.

I heard Mrs. Shimada screaming, she was coughing and screaming.

The bamboo door was easily broken, collapsed, and trampled by the crowd.

The door panels were trampled to pieces.

I saw the fence walls under the trees, and I saw the fragments of the fence wall at the end. Something stuck to it, like paper, turned into a crumpled mass of garbage when someone stepped on it. The wind that the man ran over blew up some pieces of paper.

A flash of inspiration occurred to me, and a possibility came to mind.

I heard laughter.

The meows of cats in the woods grew louder and louder, and underneath that sound was the snickering of women.

Everyone rushed inside, slumped in the hallway of the house, as if they had suddenly gained a sense of security.

Mrs. Shimada shouted something, her teeth and claws, and her expression was hideous.

Many people were frightened, and then they didn't know what Mrs. Shimada said again, so they hurriedly went to help up the broken bamboo door with a white face.

"What did she say?" Nantian walked up to Bian Sijun and took the initiative to ask.

"Han Ji" didn't look at Nantian, but he took a step and distanced himself from Nantian.

Bian Sijun was dressed roughly, and it took a long time to recover, and he translated: "Repair the door...... Fix the door...... Something like that......" She trembled as she spoke, looking overly frightened.

"What did they say over there at the waterhole?" Nantian asked again.

Bian Sijun's face turned even paler, "Say...... It's not right to say water. The water in the hotel is drawn from the water pipes and from the living water from the mountains. The water in the waterhole is part of the mountain water source, but it should not enter the hotel. I don't know very well. That's probably what it means. There is a problem with the water...... There was a problem with the water in the hotel. Mrs. Shimada was very taboo, saying that there was something in the water. ”

Something did those people say again?

This time, there was no need for Bian Sijun to translate, Nantian and I both saw that those who were repairing the door were anxious.

The door had already been trampled on and it was impossible to fix it.

The director stood up from the crowd, grabbed Mrs. Shimada's arm, and asked a string of questions unceremoniously.

Mrs. Shimada looked tired, but her eyes were extremely gloomy, revealing a little ruthlessness. She looked at the director and said a series of words, and her tone sounded very tough.

Bian Sijun was reluctant to give up, and muttered: "She said that she has already said that there are ghosts and monsters in the shrine. The exterior wall of the hotel is covered with rune paper. When the door is destroyed, it's useless...... That thing has already come in, it has already come in......"

Bian Sijun was trembling, and he might faint in the next second.

The others weren't much better.

Many people shouted, gossiping, and their voices converged into a mass of noise.

The director scolded.

The scene fell silent.

Someone trembled and said something. It was a soft voice, but it was heard by all.

Then they turned their heads in unison and looked at the inn.

There should still be a large army of crew in the hotel, and none of them set off with the director. Lights are also on inside the hotel. But after so long of the riot, not a single person came out to check on the situation.

I thought of the yin qi that stayed in the hotel, the several people who died in the hotel, and the women who had become strange after soaking in the hot springs.

I looked at "Han Ji".

Han Ji buried his face in the water, and then was possessed by a female ghost.

So, the people in the hostel......

Da, da, da......

Soft footsteps came from the hallway of the hotel.

Only one man's footsteps could be heard.

Supplements.

(End of chapter)