It's late at night, and the ancestral hall is still filled with sandalwood. The tranquility, sleepiness, and worry about death make people drowsy and tense.
Li Qingli opened the door. The fog outside had dispersed and the moonlight was as bright as day. They left the temple quietly.
Before leaving, I once again learned the time through the bronze engraved clock - around 10:40.
It's less than two minutes until the third watch.
The maple leaves piled up on the dirt road made a squeaking sound when stepped on, giving people the sour feeling of being chewed by a demon in the lonely night.
"Do you want to know what He Xianyue and I were investigating this afternoon?" Lin Chuan's usually clear voice became deeper amidst the chirping of insects, with a hint of sleepiness.
The wind coming out of the forest was like coming out of the refrigerator, making the skin so cold that goosebumps appeared.
Lin Que was extremely curious, and his state was much more relaxed than when he first entered the game. "Investigating what?"
"Tomb."
He Xianyue added. "There are no graves in this place... but there are many memorial tablets in the ancestral hall."
"I'm sweating profusely." Jin He sighed.
Shen Nanzhi saw Lin Que shuddering, and he subconsciously grabbed He Xianyue's arm.
"Is there no tomb? I don't think so." Li Qingli had a guess.
Shen Nanzhi coincided with what he thought. "Maybe this is a cemetery."
"By the way, do you still remember the stone engraved with the Immortal Sky?" He Xianyue suddenly understood something. "Perhaps the immortality of the soul is also a kind of immortality."
Jin He rubbed his arm where the chill had climbed up. "Stop talking, I'm most afraid of mental attacks. I get chills when I think about the possibility of being surrounded by invisible Ah Piao."
"coward."
"Li Qingli, there is something really wrong with you!"
"Did you hear that?" Shen Nanzhi's hand was held by Jin He.
"Don't say such nonsense, it feels like you've been transported into a domestic horror movie."
"Azhi, you will protect me, right?" Jin He put his arm around her waist, biting his red lips with his white teeth. The beautiful face performs panic, and the snow-colored eyelashes become dreamy in the moonlight.
"Drama queen." "What does it have to do with you?!"
... "Boom!—Boom! Boom!"
One slow and two fast. It’s the third update.
"It's dry, be careful with candles."
"Blow the gong to inform, close the doors and windows"
The sound got closer, then after a while, it seemed to have turned a corner, and then became far away again.
"Jinhe, on your shoulder..." He Xianyue's face was paralyzed with a strange expression, and Lin Chuan suddenly covered his mouth.
"Wha...what?" She was really scared this time. She felt something touching the fabric on her shoulder. She held Shen Nanzhi's waist tightly and did not dare to move.
Shen Nanzhi reached out and pulled the leaves off her shoulders. "Is it this one?"
"Damn it! Why are you scaring me?" Jin He breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Chuan's face was still ugly.
He could clearly see that the fabric on Shen Nanzhi's shoulders was crumpled out of thin air. It was obvious that the road was not very clean now.
Shen Nanzhi's back felt cold, as if there was a cold finger on the back of her neck.
She was suddenly pulled by Lin Chuan, interrupting her random thoughts.
"Hurry up and go. There are some things that you have if you believe it, but you don't have them if you don't believe them."
As she said, Jin He was afraid of mental attacks. He hugged Shen Nan Zhi tightly along the way, and received some strange words from Li Qingli.
"This road is too cold! Two people get together to keep warm."
When Netherworld stood, the door was wide open, and the wails of ghosts could be heard far away.
(End of this chapter)