The moment the "pseudo-god" hidden in it emitted the observed movement and stillness, a sense of fear gushed out from the hearts of several people.

The offended wooden door creaked open. Because it was too fast, the door slammed against the wall and bounced back a little distance, revealing the deep darkness inside.

Yu Xing's sense of danger sounded the alarm. Without thinking, he retreated quickly with Guijiu. He saw a mud hand stretching out from the darkness and pretending to pull him into the temple. Fortunately, Yu Xing hid quickly, and the mud hand barely brushed across the corner of his clothes, and retreated back without a single blow.

"What!" Nie Lang saw tens of filthy ghost energy from the mud hand. His reason, who was walking on the edge, was shaking, his eyes were ruthless. The beast's instinct in the face of threat made him arch his waist and mutter in his throat.

Almost the moment the door opened, Song Xue felt the mental pollution from the three rings suddenly increase. She first grabbed Nie Lang's belt, skillfully adjusted Nie Lang's spirit, and then raised a voice to remind others: "No matter what method is used, please don't be afraid!"

There were rumbling laughter and crying from the temple, as if there were no, overlapping and echoing, stacking up the horror atmosphere in the ruins.

It was implied that it was just an ordinary scene in front of me, and there was no need to make a fuss about the squid clenched her hands, but the slightly exploded scales on the fish tail still exposed her emotions.

Yu Guangli, a face that was soaked in water in the cracks of the broken walls not far away seemed to have appeared in a gap. Although I didn't see clearly, the feeling of being watched was particularly clear, which scared the Siren turned his head.

No, nothing.

But on the other side, are there hands placing behind the stone?

The Siren sweated coldly, and subconsciously moved closer to his acquaintance: "Zhao..."

When she turned her head, she saw that Zhao Mou had been standing behind her at some point, almost pressing against her body. The face that should have been serious and nervous was a strange and peaceful smile.

The two of them looked at each other. After a few seconds, the sirens' scales exploded completely and they swam in the opposite direction, "Ah--"

"Ao!"

To be honest, the racial talent of the Siren is destined to make her screams not harsh, and she even sounds thrillingly nice, but when the screaming becomes a painful strange sound, it becomes a bit more funny.

Zhao Mou held the fox stick in his hand tightly, and at least he woke the fish up before it swam away.

Because the Siren is very iron-headed, he used 70% of his strength, so that while the Siren's eyes are clear, there seems to be a bag on his head.

"Thank you... Thank you." The Siren felt like she was going to have a concussion, but after suffering this, the fear that almost completely swallowed up her rationality and IQ just now suddenly faded away a lot. The eyes were clear and there was no more strange signs of being covered by ghosts.

No one blames her.

Because almost everyone encountered the same thing just now, it seemed that they were not experienced performers, but cannon fodder that lasted half an hour in inferior horror movies.

The difference is just about being awake sooner or later.

At this time, the people who broke out from their fear went to look at the temple door again. There was not a dull darkness inside the door, and some simple furnishings could be vaguely seen.

And the one blocked at the entrance of the temple was a clay man.

This clay figure gives people a completely different feeling. It is dressed as an ordinary farmer, short and fat, with an exaggerated smile on his face, standing there as high as Yu Xing’s chest.

After a closer look, there was nothing in the face, nose, eyes and mouth of the clay man, and it looked like someone was playing with his bare hands.

The clay man bent his right arm and raised it with his hands beside his head. He could barely see that the action meant to say hello.

The mud hand...is exactly the same as the hand in the darkness that everyone had seen before.

As for laughter and crying, there was no trace left, just like their own imagination.

Gui Jiu stuttered, stepped forward and held the clay man's head, and lifted it up without any effort.

His fingers were trapped in the mud bark, and he confirmed that the mud man had no mud shell on his body, and it was completely pinched by soft mud. When he grabbed him, the mud man's head changed, causing the exaggerated smile to be distorted into a concave and uneven shape.

Guijiu simply pushed the clay man to the ground by him, and he flattened it into a cake with a slap, and he couldn't even see the human figure.

The open temple reveals its true appearance.

Yu Xing stepped in and looked around and found that this was the most ordinary dilapidated temple, which was different from the one in the stage world. The space in front of him was very empty. There was no statue behind the altar directly opposite, but only a dirty platform.

Everyone walked around the temple but found nothing, because the temple was small and empty, and it was almost completely visible.

However, no one relaxed. They looked at each other and Song Xue said confidently: "What we see may not be true."

"Maybe, we haven't entered the temple yet." Zhao Mou pondered for a moment, and what he said made people feel even colder. He said, "The most troublesome thing about ghosts covering their eyes is that they don't know when they were covered."

Just like the moment the door opened, they were covered by ghosts, saw the darkness, moved mud hands, strange companions, and heard non-existent laughter and crying. In fact, there was only an ordinary mud man on the spot.

But who can guarantee that the clay man is real?

Yu Xing touched the empty altar and actually felt a dust in the water.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and he couldn't tell the truth about the false for a moment. After all, the whole environment was unfamiliar, and there was no definite reference. It was not easy to find out the true or false.

The heart was pounding, and Yu Xing took a breath and tried to think.

At this point, everyone present knew that this strange sense of fear must be related to the "god" who can give the ticket to Yin and Yang City in this dungeon. The information circulated among the top bigwigs of the deducer stated that there are seven gods in Yin and Yang City, corresponding to seven abilities that can kill them in the dungeon.

The "curses and immortality" of the Ghost Tree, the "cognitive tampering and bewitching" of Qianjie, the "rules and world creation" of the book, [His]'s "indescribable and madness"...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! The god behind Jiang Sue may be mastering "fear" itself, at least one of the main abilities.

He seemed to have not many other outstanding means, but only gave the deducers who had rich experience and gradually remained unmoved by ghosts. The ghosts were originally purely meaningful:

Scary.

Before the deducers mastered the powerful ability to wrestle with ghosts, the shadow of death would always linger on them. Who is not afraid of ghosts?

The sound of knocking on the window at night, the pair of embroidered shoes by the bed, the long-haired woman sitting by the well, and even the faucet that automatically turns on in the bathroom...

These things that seem very pediatric now have been nightmares in the new spirit of weak and helpless deducers.

This is true for the deducer, not to mention that ghosts have been passed down from ancient times to the present, and ghost stories have been passed down from word to mouth. They are like fixed symbols. As long as they appear, the human brain will automatically complete the picture, and then fall into discomfort in various senses.

Because of the existence of the concept of "ghost", people will feel that they are unfamiliar in the mirror when they look in the mirror. They will hear the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer when walking at night, and will suddenly not dare to expose their feet to the quilt, which will prevent gaps between the curtains and leak out the dark shadows outside the window.

What are people afraid of? Why are they afraid of ghosts knocking on the door if they don’t do anything wrong?

Now, the ability of this "god" is like transferring the fear of ordinary people in the face of ghosts to the deducers present, making them unable to resist this emotion no matter how powerful or tenacious they are.

Yu Xing's knuckles gently tapped on the altar, and finally, he quietly observed the peers beside him.

If this God is indeed in charge of frightening and fear, and the Jiang Sheng is of the same origin as Him, except that he is born in the river and can control water, his other means are the same as this God...

He might think of himself as an ordinary person and see what ordinary people fear the most at this moment.

"Brother Jiu." He called softly.

Guijiu turned her head and came slowly, leaning against the edge of the altar: "What?"

Yu Xing looked at Zhao Mou, Siren, Song Xue and Nie Lang in the dilapidated temple and smiled: "It's nothing, I just suddenly discovered, why didn't I move here and no one else went out?"

"There is nothing in the temple. No matter what, I should push the door again and find the time when ghosts cover their eyes-"

"What are you thinking about when you stay in the empty temple and don't leave?"

Ghost wine: "?"

His red eyes narrowed slightly, and a gloating smile on his lips: "Ha, have you seen a strange picture again?"

Yu Xing did not respond and patted his face lightly and seriously: "What are you thinking about?"
Chapter completed!