Talk about the world of mortals in detail

A feeling that is colder than the mountain forest after the rain extends from the ruined temple over there.

The tiger licked the blood on the fur around his mouth, looked down at the struggling crawler, and finally retreated.

Tiger Claw slowly took a few steps back. The huge tiger gave up on the food that was about to reach its mouth and leaped away from here with a gust of mountain wind.

Chai Wang looked back and found that the terrifying tiger was really gone. He suddenly felt ecstasy on his face, and his stronger desire to survive was aroused.

The calf seemed to have lost all feeling, and there was a horrific wound on the shoulder. The body could not exert any strength, but it was not considered a fatal injury.

There was a person in the temple. Although Chai Wang knew that he was originally here to kill that person, now that person had become his hope.

Chai Wang had been hiding in the dark in Haiyu County for the past two years. Although Zhong Xingwen had not had much contact with him, he knew Zhong Xingwen fairly well.

This detective will definitely not ignore death!

He doesn't know me, he will save me.

"Help, help. Help—"

Chai Wang kept crawling towards the ruined temple.

"Help, I have cried like this before."

A gloomy and eerie voice came from the front. Chai Wang slowly raised his head and saw no one else, but a strong chill arose in his heart.

This voice seemed inexplicably familiar.

At this time, Chai Wang looked at the rain-soaked mountain road in front of him, emitting waves of strange stench.

"It's really you, I will never forget you."

The voice appeared again. Chai Wang, who had already lost a lot of blood, turned pale and struggled to look around.

"Who? Who's talking?"

"Aren't I right in front of you?"

The voice appeared directly in front. Chai Wang, who was looking behind him, turned back slightly stiffly. There was a disheveled ghost floating in front of his fingertips. Blood was dripping from the opponent's body, which was also the source of the fishy smell.

Through the messy long hair, a bloodshot eye stared at Chai Wang.

The strong resentment was as real as the substance, and it gave Chai Wang a splitting headache. Because of this strong resentment, the original scene kept flashing through his mind.

He came here to deliver the divorce letter, and then put the seriously injured woman into a sack, tied her up and threw her into the well. The shrill shouting also stopped abruptly after entering the well.

"Yes, it's you."

The fear in Chai Wang's heart rose to the extreme at this moment, even worse than when he had just faced the tiger.

"No, no, it wasn't me who killed you, it was Guan Xinrui, it was Guan Xinrui, ah——"

In the temple, the old horse was pacing back and forth restlessly, and two divine lights appeared behind the divine case.

"Hoo"

Zhong Xingwen trembled, as if he had suddenly woken up from a nightmare!

When he woke up, Zhong Xingwen was in a daze. He looked around blankly and gradually recalled how he got here.

The old horse came closer and stuck out its tongue to lick Zhong Xingwen's cheek, bringing some warmth to him.

Zhong Xingwen reached out and stroked the old horse's face, and then suddenly looked at the ground. The sack containing the bones fell down, and a puddle of water seeped out from under the sack.

The water is not blood-colored at this moment.

Zhong Xingwen didn't think much about it. Because he was walking in the rain, it was normal for the sack to be stained when it landed.

The rain outside seemed to have stopped.

Thinking this, he turned his eyes to the outside of the temple. Zhong Xingwen was shocked again. There was a person lying on the threshold of the temple.

Zhong Xingwen jumped up almost immediately and reached out to touch the knife hanging on the horse's back, but after staring at the door for a long time, he gradually relaxed.

When Zhong Xingwen came closer to check, he discovered that it was an injured person. His body and body were covered with blood marks, and there were cuts on his chest and shoulders. It was obviously caused by a ferocious beast!

Help!

This was Zhong Xingwen's first reaction.

Zhong Xingwen fell asleep for a while and regained his strength and energy. He dragged the injured man into the ruined temple and put him down in the haystack beside the campfire. Then he carefully untied the blood-soaked clothes and checked the man's injuries.

The scratches on the chest were deep, and the bite marks on the shoulders were even deeper, but fortunately, the stomach was not directly cut open, and the neck was not bitten off.

The other party was already unconscious, so Zhong Xingwen could only do some emergency treatment. Not only did he use the golden sore medicine he brought and bandage the wound, he also thought of Daochang Xue's instructions.

Zhong Xingwen immediately pulled out a talisman in his bag. The Taoist Master said that this talisman could immobilize the body and temporarily cure injuries and stop bleeding!

Although it is a bit mysterious, I can only give it a try.

But when Zhong Xingwen was about to bring the talisman closer, the man who looked seriously injured opened his eyes, and his eyes startled Zhong Xingwen.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A gust of cold wind swirled around the room, the flames of the bonfire were also moving left and right, and the old horse on one side neighed uneasily.

The two stared at each other for a while, and Zhong Xingwen suddenly felt a little numb, as if he was not looking at a living person.

There is no warmth in these eyes, which makes people feel panicked when looking at them.

"Brother, how are you?"

In the end, Zhong Xingwen spoke first, and the man looked over his shoulder and shook his head.

"I'm fine, thank you very much."

Zhong Xingwen nodded. He is a man who can endure such injuries and pain!

The bonfire was now so weak that it was about to go out. Zhong Xingwen felt cold, so he immediately added more firewood to the bonfire. He looked at the man over there who had closed his eyes again, perhaps due to lack of physical strength, and couldn't help but ask.

"Who is this brother? Was he injured by a wild beast?"

"Wounded by a tiger."

The man replied and said nothing more.

Zhong Xingwen frowned slightly and subconsciously looked outside the temple. But at this moment, besides thinking about guarding against the beasts in the mountains, he recalled some things.

While he was sleeping just now, Zhong Xingwen vaguely seemed to hear some noises, as if he could feel the movement around him. At this time, he couldn't help but look at the altar a few more times.

In fact, when Zhong Xingwen came in before, he found that the statue had collapsed, but he just didn't care to look at anything else.

Looking again at this moment, I found that there were still some traces of tributes on the altar table. Although all the plates had been turned upside down, it showed that occasionally people would still come to make offerings.

Looking at the statue, Zhong Xingwen seemed to recall more details from his dream.

Just now, I seemed to feel a light outside in my dream, and even heard a conversation between gods and men. However, everything in the dream, including the sounds, had long been blurred, and I would not be able to recall it.

Look at this man who was injured by a wild beast, so miserable, but I was sleeping in the temple and was safe and sound.

Is there really a god protecting me?

Zhong Xingwen glanced at the bonfire. The bonfire that was almost extinguished just now must not be able to stop some ferocious beasts.

Zhong Xingwen looked at the man who seemed to be in a coma. There was blood seeping out of the treated wounds, which reflected the red cotton cloth.

After the incident in Haiyu County, Zhong Xingwen, who had never been too keen on strange powers and gods, had a new understanding of the theory of ghosts and gods.

At this moment, he finished arranging the bonfire, stood up, walked to the front of the altar, and bowed three times to the collapsed statue.

"Thank you God for your blessing, and I hope God can protect me and allow me to go back safely, successfully avenge the Zhang family, and punish the evil man who killed his wife for glory. If Mr. Zhong is still alive after that, he will definitely come back to fulfill his wish!"

But when Zhong Xingwen said the words "Kill his wife for glory", the originally sleepy man suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhong Xingwen seemed to be aware of it, and looked sideways at the latter. Their eyes slightly touched, and the former thought for a moment and deliberately changed the subject and asked.

"I don't know what kind of temple this is."

I didn't expect the man to answer, but unexpectedly he actually spoke.

"This was originally a land temple, but it is no longer there. Sometimes passers-by will make offerings."

Zhong Xingwen sat down by the campfire to regain his energy after falling asleep. He also took out some moist pancakes from his bag to bake, and asked subconsciously.

"If it's not the Earth Temple, why is it offering sacrifices? By the way, you haven't asked for your brother's name yet?"

The man didn't look at Zhong Xingwen, and he didn't pay attention to the second half of the sentence. He didn't know whether to answer the other party's question or to say it himself.

"This was originally a temple of earth, but later someone toppled the statue."

The man looked at the collapsed statue over there and continued.

"I heard from an old man in the village that there was a woodcutter who went up the mountain to cut firewood every day. One day he saw an old man working in the mountain for a long time and didn't have much firewood. He couldn't bear to give what he got to the old man and helped him carry it home."

"The old man relies on firewood to survive the winter, but the woodcutter himself relies on firewood to make a living. He cannot give firewood to others without pay today. Even though it is getting dark, he is still chopping firewood on the mountain."

"Suddenly he heard roaring behind him, and the woodcutter was frightened. He carried firewood and found a place to hide in the earth temple. He hid in the sky under the sacred table and used a pile of firewood to block the outside to avoid the tiger."

At this moment, two divine lights appeared above the temple. Listening to the words below, the blue-robed ghost looked to his side thoughtfully.

And the injured man's narrative continued.

"In the silence, the temple door, which was supported by firewood, opened, and the cold wind seemed to let something enter the temple, and then I heard someone talking."

The man's voice paused and he spoke again. Zhong Xingwen also realized what the other person was referring to.

"It turned out that the speaker was a tiger. It asked and begged in front of the statue of the Earth God. He asked: 'Lord of the Earth, you asked me to meditate with a pure heart, but I am really hungry. The day before yesterday, you allowed me to eat a mosquito. Yesterday, you allowed me to eat a mosquito. I ate a fly, and now I am really hungry. Why don't you let me eat for once? I will eat for once and give up eating meat from now on!'"

"What do you think the earth god would say?"

The man suddenly looked at Zhong Xingwen, who was slightly startled. Before he could answer, the man had a weird sneer on his face and continued.

"The God of the Earth really spoke, and he said: 'In that case, there is a person hidden under my divine case. If you eat him, it will be considered a full meal, and you can stop eating meat from now on.'"

"What?"

Zhong Xingwen, who had unknowingly been immersed in the story, was shocked. Is this what the land god would say?

The man sneered again and continued.

"At this moment, the originally fearful woodcutter was furious. He didn't know where he got the courage. He kicked open the woodpile and rushed out with a hatchet in hand. He actually drove away the tiger spirit."

"Then the man looked at the altar angrily, pointed at the statue and cursed: 'You are considered an earth god, go to hell, you don't deserve to sit here, I am better than you even sitting here -'"

"Then he pushed the statue down with his kick and sat on the altar."

Zhong Xingwen looked at the divine case and the collapsed statue. Could it be that this statue was toppled in the first place? No, no, no, that's a bit ridiculous.

"Really?"

The man glanced at Zhong Xingwen and closed his eyes.

"Who knows whether it's true or not? Some people say that when the woodcutter was found later, he died in the temple and was eaten by tigers."