The sun sets, and the temple is broken by the river.

The river is surging, and if the sunset is about to fall into the river, it will dye the river surface a layer of gorgeous evening light.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the warm light stopped outside the dilapidated temple, and the dilapidated temple was entrenched in darkness.

As soon as he got closer, Shu Bailing shivered for a moment, as if he felt the cold.

"It's not a good place to be a ghost."

He muttered and began to truly believe Ning Feng's judgment.

"Why didn't I expect it?"

Shu Bailing followed Ning Feng step by step, crossed the high threshold of the ruined temple, and knocked on his head, thinking in annoyance: "I was so stupid and moved, but I didn't think about whether there was any other reason here, and I almost let the real demon go."

After he was upset, his eyes began to turn, not for the destruction of the scene in the temple, but for thinking that if Ning Feng had not been ahead, he would rather have thought of it.

"I don't know how the demons in the ruined temple exist?"

There is nothing good in the dilapidated temple, it is pitch black, with spider webs hanging high in broken tiles and spider webs. The originally vermilion pillars are mottled and painted, full of desolation and vicissitudes.

"Click~"

Ning Feng took the fire note and lit the candles on the incense table.

God knows that the remaining candles left in one year can still be lit. In the blink of an eye, the dilapidated temple is bright.

On the ground, straw was covered in messy shapes and bonfires, which were messy and messy. I think in many cases, this abandoned temple was a place where beggars, gangsters and other people were active.

Ning Feng and the others just glanced at the surrounding situation. The next moment, they looked at the incense table at the same time.

In the dilapidated temple, the only thing that is completely preserved is a statue.

Even if it is a beggar and gangster, he will eventually have a sense of awe of the gods. Even if he looks at this, he will not be a lewd god of the righteous god.

"What kind of god is this?"

Shu Bailing scratched his head, "Why do you look a little like..."

"clown!"

Ning Feng calmly finished his unfinished words.

The statue of the god on the incense table looks like a clown?

The ordinary statue of gods, whether it is a wooden sculpture, is solemn and dignified. What about this? Lame, hunchback, collapsed shoulders, deformed arms, single-eyed eyes..., the face is covered with oil paint, and a small red square on the nose, which looks like a clown on the stage.

Shu Bailing didn't know what the "claw" was, but he knew the clown, and slapped his thigh and said, "Hey, it's the clown."

"Well~~" he continued to comment on the topic, "Looking at this, it should be Wen Chou among the clowns."

The clowns on the stage are divided into Wen Chou and Wu Chou. Ning Feng is not very familiar with it. Shu Bailing said it is Wen Chou, which is Wen Chou.

In front of the Wen Chou statue, Ning Feng held one hand on his body, picked up a broken candle with the other hand, held it high to illuminate the Wen Chou statue, and said, "Lao Shu, I wonder if you have discovered something?"

The more Shu Bailing looked at the statue of Wen Chou, the more he felt panicked. He knew that Ning Feng was afraid that he would not be told to him. He asked in a supporting role: "What's the matter?"

"Wound."

Ning Feng's hand holding Canzhu did not shake at all, but his face became shaking with gloomy eyes, as if he was angry.

"The first time we saw it, and the last time we saw it, the wounds on Mrs. Mu's body were obviously getting deeper and longer."

“Ah~”

This time it was not a cooperation. Shu Bailing thought about it and found that it was indeed the case. At the same time, he vaguely guessed what Ning Feng wanted to say.

This guess was too terrifying and made him too reluctant to think about it. As soon as the thought came out, he was exterminated and sprouted, leaving only the five words "It shouldn't be possible" floating around.

"I can't help but wonder how seriously Mrs. Mu was injured in the storm in the ruined temple in a panic, and the gangsters were dancing in panic in a panic?"

Ning Feng shook his head and put the remaining candle on the incense table again.

The fire swayed, reflecting the face of Wen Chou God, which was shaking, as if his expression was changing, making people stand upright.

Ning Feng stood there with his hands in his arms, first explaining something to Shu Bailing, then he looked up and looked at the statue of Wen Chou.

After hearing this, Shu Bailing looked at Ning Feng in disbelief, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to ask why.

Ning Feng ignored him and said calmly: "Not long ago, Mrs. Mu died."

"But she died peacefully, and the child was born safely. She was a little daughter, very cute, and she would grow up as beautiful as her mother."

"In the end, don't be surprised, I did it."

When Ning Feng said this, it seemed to have triggered something. With a "rumbling" sound, thunder in the sky exploded, and dark clouds rolled like anger, boiling towards the sky above the broken temple and the riverside.

When Ning Feng finished speaking, Shu Bailing gritted his teeth and turned around and ran out of the ruined temple.

He looked back at Ning Feng's back straight in front of the statue of Wen Chou, as if he was hesitant, but he made up his mind and ran away as Ning Feng ordered, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“…I did it…I did it…I did it…I did it…”

The last four words that Ning Feng drank were accompanied by the rolling thunder, echoing in the ruined temple, causing smoke and dust to fall down.

He stood there, letting the smoke and dust fall on his hair and clothes, looking tightly at the statue of Wen Chou.

Ning Feng's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, word by word, every word seemed to burst out from the cracks of his teeth, and there was a feeling of indescribable coldness:

"She~ originally~ didn't have to die."

"Right!"

Ning Feng shouted loudly, pointed it out with one hand, pointing directly at the statue of Wen's ugly god, as if he was questioning sternly.

Where is someone who is so stupid that he is questioning the statue of God?

No matter how good the carving is, no matter how bright the colors are, wood-carved clay sculptures are wood-carved clay sculptures. Can you still speak?

Isn’t it disrespectful to finger statues?

Ning Feng did these things that even a bare-ass child in the countryside would not do.

Then, the statue of Wen Chou really answered.

"right!"

One word, like the harsh sound that does not open the wooden door for a long time, suddenly opens.

Ning Feng's face instantly fell like water, and the answer he didn't want to see was confirmed.

He closed his eyes a little and opened them.

In just a blink of an eye, Ning Feng's mind restored what happened in this place, just eight months ago.

The gangster was in a severe pain, panic, and slashed randomly. Mrs. Mu was stabbed several times in her back, and she was so painful that she fainted, and a large pool of blood was flowing out.

The atmosphere of the ruined temple was gloomy and terrifying. At that time, there were thunder and lightning, and the thunder rolled. The gangster suspected that he had a dark ghost and thought he was killing people, so he fled.

Such injuries may not be able to die if they are bleeding, right?

Mrs. Mu doesn’t know!

She woke up, her back was still hurting severely, and her stomach was also hurting. She was determined to save the child, but Mrs. Mu, who gave birth to her, made some wishes to the statue of Wen Chou...

“Hahaha~”

Ning Feng blew up at the sky, haha, he was clearly laughing, but he didn't feel any smile.

"Even though you will not die from being injured, you evil god took the opportunity to tempt her to burn her life and burn her maternal love, and truly took her life."

"You ruined a family, let a man lose his first wife, let a baby lose his biological mother, and let a great mother give his life."

"Do you know what you did?"

Ning Fengsheng asked, his eyes were bright, and all that was vented was anger. If the anger had become essence, it would have ignited the broken wood carving and turned into a raging flame.

"You know, what did you do?"

The same content comes from the statue of Wen Chou, who is above.

“Crunch~Crunch~~”

Wen Chou Shen was moving little by little, as if someone who had been sleeping for a long time was moving.

"You ruined a masterpiece of me."

"masterpiece?"

Ning Feng repeated it again, became more angry and shouted: "Those are just a play in your opinion, right?"

"Doesn't the best things to people, is this your masterpiece?"

Wen Chou Shen nodded, and the mottled oil paint on his face kept peeling off, looking increasingly gloomy and terrifying.

"My name is Wen Chou Chou Chou."

"You are my confidant, I'll tell you the name."

"But you're going to die!"

"Boom~~"

With a loud bang, the statue of Wen Chou rose up, his arms shook, and the roof of the temple first flew up, and dispersed in the sky. Countless tiles and broken beams and pillars fell like rain.
To be continued...