A strange atmosphere spreads in everyone's heart.

Zhang Xuan and others sat around the stone statue, wondering what they were thinking in their hearts.

"Look, what is that!"

A member of the Ninth Bureau suddenly pointed not far away.

I saw a figure carrying a hoe on his shoulder and walking quickly on a mountain path, which had never been discovered before.

They saw the figure carrying a hoe on his shoulder, wearing a hat and linen clothes.

"Quickly, go up and ask."

When everyone saw this figure, they immediately became energetic and ran towards the path.

But when they ran to this mountain path, they found that the figure wearing linen had completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Raindrops as big as beans hit the mountain road, and even the footprints could not be traced.

Zhang Xuan and others looked in front of them. The mountain road continued to extend, and there was no place to hide people.

"Let's go and take a look."

Everyone had no other choice now, so they could only follow this road and keep walking. This mountain road was something they had never seen before.

After walking for more than ten minutes, they were all frightened along the way, afraid of meeting the stone statue again. The stone statue is now like a nightmare, entangled in their hearts and cannot dissipate.

After walking for more than twenty minutes, everyone suddenly felt relieved. They were not slow to walk along the way, but they never saw the stone statue again.

"Huh, we may have really encountered a ghost hitting the wall. The figure just now was our guide, and we have already walked out of the scope of the stone statue."

A team member showed a joyful expression on his face.

The expressions on the other people's faces also became much more relaxed. As long as they didn't continue to go back and forth in that circle, they could go anywhere.

This mountain road is winding, undulating, and there is no end in the darkness.

Everyone walked along the mountain road and passed ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, forty minutes, fifty minutes.

One hour! A whole hour passed, and they were still walking on this mountain road, as if they could never get out.

"We won't be trapped again."

One person said, since he came to this mountain of gods, strangeness has enveloped them, so that when anything happens now, they will associate it with some folk stories.

"Look, it's the person just now!"

The youngest woman stretched out her hand and pointed, not far ahead of them, the man wearing a hat, wearing a cloak, and carrying a hoe just now appeared and strolled in the darkness on the road ahead.

"Chase!"

Zhang Xuan shouted, they had no other choice.

Everyone immediately changed from rushing to trotting and chased the figure, but no matter how they chased it, they could never catch up with the figure. Sometimes they were about to catch up, but when they saw each other around the corner of the mountain road, the other person's figure appeared far away again.

"Stop, can't chase."

Zhang Xuan reached out and stopped everyone.

"Your Excellency the King, why don't you chase after me?

If you catch up with him, he is the guide, and he can take us out."

A team member said anxiously.

“He doesn’t exist.”

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

“Don’t exist?”

Several people were stunned.

The face of the youngest woman turned pale again in an instant, "No, you...you...you...you mean, he...is he a ghost?"

Zhang Xuan shook his head, "I don't know whether it's a ghost or not, but he does not exist. Look at his trouser legs, as it rains so heavily, walking on such a muddy mountain road, although his feet are covered with mud, his trouser legs are extremely clean, and he doesn't exist in front of him at all."

"It's over!"

The woman wailed, "This is really a hell."

"You stay here and don't move."

Zhang Xuan left a sentence, and then walked forward alone. This time, Zhang Xuan did not walk fast, and the distance he took was exactly the same whenever he took every step.

In this way, when Zhang Xuan left for half an hour, everyone in front of him appeared.

Seeing Zhang Xuan appear from behind, everyone's faces became ugly again. They thought they had already walked out of that dead cycle, but they fell into another cycle.

The heavy rain still hits very hard.

The raindrops fell in front of everyone and hit the mountain road under their feet, and it actually formed a sentence.

"A person who blasphemed the gods shall not go up the mountain, and a person whose heart is impure cannot go up the mountain. You are here to stay and wait for the judgment of the gods!"

The appearance of this trait cast a shadow in everyone's heart again.

Blasphemy, the mind is not pure! “It’s over, we are really judged by the gods! The gods trap us here and will not let us leave.”

The raindrops cleared the line of words in front of everyone, forming a line of words again.

"If you want to see the gods, you must ensure that your soul is pure and upright. You will cultivate the fields for twenty years and serve God quietly every day. After twenty years, you will only see the gods."

This line of words appeared for about twenty seconds and was once again dispersed by the rain. Just after this line of words was dispersed by the rain, the downpour of rain suddenly became much smaller, which also relieved everyone's sight and they could see further.

"What is that?"

One person pointed forward, "Look, there is a thatched hut there."

Everyone looked along the place he pointed to, and sure enough, on a cliff, they saw a thatched hut existed.

"Go and have a look."

Zhang Xuan said in a deep voice.

Everyone walked towards that place. This time, the hut was no longer so out of reach. They soon came to the hut.

Immediately afterwards, they were surprised to find that the thatched hut was not located here alone, but was a continuous area. It was a gentle mountain with more than a hundred thatched huts located here.

"squeak."

The door of the thatched hut at the front was pushed open from inside, and a man in his fifties walked out with a torch in his hand, looking at Zhang Xuan and the nine others with confusion, and Barbara said a lot.

Zhao Ji and others were full of doubts, and they couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

"It's a seventy-seven language, and it's a very old seventy-seven language, which is different from the pronunciation of many places now."

Zhang Xuan explained, and then replied to the other party and talked to the other party.

"Who are you?

What are you doing in Holy Fire Town?”

“We want to go up the mountain.”

Zhang Xuan pointed to the direction of the top of the mountain.

When the other party heard this, he immediately showed a terrified expression and waved his hand quickly, "You can't go up the mountain. The gods don't like us to disturb them casually. Lord God is resting."

"God?

Are there gods on the mountain?”

Zhang Xuan asked.

"Oh my God."

The other party looked at the sky and looked like he prayed, "Great Apollo, please forgive these ignorant people."

The heavy rain in the sky became violent again.

"The gods are angry, the gods are angry."

The man holding the torch returned to the house with a look of horror and closed the door to death.
Chapter completed!