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There is a high probability that this corpse is the legendary Master Jin Chan, but there are too few clues so far, and Yan Shaoqing is not sure.

He retracted Yan Hun's dagger, jumped off the statue, and the system notification sounded immediately.

[System prompt: The logic test failed, and there is no point reward for this test. 】

[The simulation test environment has ended, and the player live broadcast room will be reopened soon. 】

Yan Shaoqing was slightly taken aback.

Doesn't it turn out that violating the statue won't trigger the death condition?

That would be great!

Since it was a simulated test environment before, the hole in the statue's chest closed instantly at the end of the test, as if it had never been pierced.

Since offending the god statue will not trigger the death condition, Yan Shaoqing has nothing to worry about.

Without hesitation, he climbed nimbly onto the statue again.

The screen in the live broadcast room returned to normal. Seeing Yan Shaoqing leisurely leaning on the statue, the hundreds of thousands of onlookers almost didn't drop their jaws in shock.

However, the horrifying scene that happened in the next moment made their jaws really drop.

Yan Shaoqing took out Yan Hun's dagger, turned it around twice, found a good position, pointed the tip of the knife at the center of the golden statue's chest, and carved on it with concentration.

Master Jin Chan left some marks on his body, and he should also reciprocate, and leave something on the other party's body.

Yan Shaoqing is good at 3D modeling, but sculpting is really another matter entirely.

It took him nearly 10 minutes to finally carve a palm-sized turtle.

Yan Shaoqing patted the gold powder that fell on his hand, admired his masterpiece, and nodded with satisfaction.

After finishing what he was supposed to do, Yan Shaoqing hummed a little song and left the temple.

Pushing open the black wooden door, one can see Mu Chenlong's eagerly awaited figure under the stairs from a distance, like a standing husband-wife stone.

Calculated according to the normal time, it would be over in 2 minutes after offering prayers. Yan Shaoqing was lucky, it took nearly 10 minutes, so long that all the players thought that this person had died in the temple.

Mu Chenlong waited anxiously, if the village chief hadn't tried his best to stop him, he would have rushed forward.

Like a real tourist, Yan Shaoqing strolled down the stairs in front of everyone's surprised eyes.

He gestured to Mu Chenlong who still had a dull expression on his face, and reminded him aloud: "It's your turn."

Mu Chenlong was dazzled by the silver cicada on the back of Yan Shaoqing's hand, and asked suspiciously, "This is it?"

"It will be there after the worship, I don't know what's the use."

Yan Shaoqing touched the silver tattoo with his fingertips, and the strange warmth gradually disappeared, and now it looked like an ordinary tattoo.

Thinking of Yan Shaoqing's too long time, Mu Chenlong asked solemnly: "Will something bad happen after the worship?"

"There are bad things." Yan Shaoqing couldn't help but think of the unlucky man with a frivolous smile, and frowned slightly, "It's very bad."

Mu Chenlong's heart sank, even if Yan Shaoqing was such a formidable person, it was difficult for him to deal with him, so if he entered the temple, he might be close to death.

With the tragic mood of a strong man going to death, Mu Chenlong climbed the steps and walked into the temple.

The players on the field were all prepared for a long wait, but in less than 3 minutes, Mu Chenlong walked out with heavy steps, his face livid.

Mu Chenlong walked down the steps in a daze, and stopped in front of Yan Shaoqing, with a miserable expression on his face, and whispered, "I may die soon."

Seeing Mu Chenlong's miserable appearance, Yan Shaoqing asked in a concentrated voice, "What happened?"

Mu Chenlong raised his thick arm with a bitter face, and there was also a tattoo on the back of his hand, but this cicada was not silver, but pure black, dull in color, as black as ink.

"And I also saw some kind of weird spell engraved on the chest of the statue, which looks like a hexagram pattern, but it is much distorted than ordinary hexagrams. The middle is round, with large upper corners and smaller lower corners. They are all thin. One is long, but there are several sharp corners at the top of the remaining four corners." Mu Chenlong took a deep breath, his face solemn, "This spell is shaped like a ghost, it's too scary, it must be the one mentioned in the main mission. some wicked curse."

Yan Shaoqing: ...

His carving skills are too poor, it's really embarrassing for Mu Chenlong to misunderstand him.

Leaving aside the curse and the like, the black cicada on the back of Mu Chenlong's hand is really interesting.

"Also, when the golden light was shining after making the wish, there was a ghost who imitated your voice and talked to me, and asked me to look up at him." Mu Chenlong said with lingering fear, "But I know you are outside the temple. , so I didn’t dare to look up, presumably the ghost deliberately induced me to trigger the death condition.”

Yan Shaoqing blinked in confusion, he heard the voice of the unlucky man, it was the other party's intentional mischief, but why did Mu Chenlong hear his voice?

The safe return of Yan Shaoqing and Mu Chenlong made the other players courageous and confident.

For the sake of fairness, the remaining people drew lots and arranged them in order, and entered the temple to worship in order.

Almost everyone heard the guiding voice of their closest relatives at the end of the worship, but with Mu Chenlong's lesson from the past, they all resisted not looking up.

When it was Xu Ruyan's turn, Zhang Wenjie seemed a little uneasy about this novice classmate. He walked up to Xu Ruyan, grabbed his wrist and solemnly told him, "You must remember that when you are offering worship, don't raise your head. .”

Xu Ruyan also knew the risk of raising her head, she nodded slightly, and walked into the temple.

In less than 2 minutes, the black wooden door slowly opened.

After waiting for a while, no one came out. Everyone was wondering, but a lump of black flew out of the door and rolled down the steep stairs.

"what!"

Seeing the true appearance of the thing, Jiang Lina covered her mouth and screamed, squatting on the ground in fright, almost fainting.

Lying on the ground was Xu Ruyan's head, disheveled and hideous.

Under the bloody neck, there is still a piece of blood and flesh sticking to the spine, as if the head was torn off by someone directly with brute force.

When the village chief saw the head, he put his hands together quickly, bowed in awe in the direction of the temple, turned to look at the players on the field, with a gloomy expression, "I told you not to raise your head, it's a desecration of the majesty of the gods. It's a bad result."

"Really." Zhang Wenjie looked at the head on the ground indifferently, "I obviously told her specifically."

Although human life was lost, the worship was not interrupted.

Xu Ru's cigaretteless corpse was lying next to the futon, blood was still bubbling from the broken neck, and the originally dark yellow futon became wet and red with blood.

The players who went in to kneel behind were in the same room as the headless corpse, all of them terrified, but with such a bloody example as a wake-up call, no one dared to look up again.

Players other than Yan Shaoqing only had two or three minutes to worship, and the cicadas left on the back of their hands were all black cicadas.

[Why is the color of the cicadas on the back of the little brother's hand different?That's weird! 】

[I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but after the other players made their offerings, they were illuminated by the Buddha’s light. Only Yanqing, when the golden light came on, had a blurry black figure appearing in front of him. 】

【Yes, I didn't close my eyes at the risk of being blinded, so I saw it too.That thing seems to have six hands, it's definitely a ghost, it's scary! 】

【Not only Yanqing, but also the ghost figure appeared when the newcomer girl raised her head?However, in the next second, she was decapitated...]

[The little brother should be delayed triggering, the first person to enter the temple is really going to be cold. 】

The reason for the difference may be the golden cicada given by the village chief. Most of the players who originally planned to snatch it were hesitant at the moment.

When you don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is the safest choice to be consistent with the vast majority of players.

The players completed their prayers one after another, and there was only the last thin man in a leather jacket left, called Why not.

Why not timidly climbed up the stairs, pushed the door in, and ran out in less than a minute, with a dusty complexion and cold sweat on his forehead.

"This statue is too scary." Why didn't you wipe the cold sweat off your forehead with your black cicada-printed hand, and muttered softly, "Shouldn't Master Jinchan be a golden statue? Why is it silver, and it has blue-faced fangs , looks like a ghost. At first glance, I thought it was a huge cicada lying on the face of the statue. The most terrifying thing is that the inside of the two sharp teeth protruding from the corner of the statue's mouth is still dripping blood. Could it be the same as before? That girl's blood."

When the other players heard He Buwei's words, their faces froze.

Especially the players worshiping behind Xu Ruyan, although they didn't dare to look up when the golden light was shining, they clearly heard the sound of some kind of liquid dripping to the ground, which turned out to be the sound of blood dripping from the teeth of the idol.

Could it be that the benevolent golden appearance is just an illusion, why not see the true face of Master Jin Chan when he finally entered.

Yan Shao knew early on that the gods were like gold and hidden silver, but the mysterious body in the temple didn't seem to be the gods.

"Don't think that your wishes will come true once you pray." The village chief stroked his gray beard, his fingers like dead wood interspersed between the silver threads, it seemed that something black flashed by, and the hoarse and deep old voice was like a fan Cicada Wing, "Sincerity is the only way to be spiritual. From now on, at this time every day, you must come to the Temple of the Golden Cicada to worship, at least three days in a row, in order to receive the blessing of the Golden Cicada Master."

"I've already arranged a place for you to stay temporarily, and it's not far from there." The village head straightened his slightly hunched back, pointed to the east, and praised, "That's the best place in the village for Fengshui. Mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, everyone will be very satisfied."

Yan Shaoqing looked in the direction of the village chief's finger, but saw the cliff full of coffins, slightly reddened by the afterglow of the setting sun, revealing an ominous sign of blood.

The players felt a chill in their hearts. Could this so-called geomantic treasure land be in the coffin?