Yu Xing felt that this scene was very familiar.

Instead of looking at the statue, he took everything around him as quickly as possible.

Bottles and jars are piled up next to the altar, with the lids tightly closed. There are also many similar jars in Jiangpo Building, all of which have a strange atmosphere.

The tablecloth of the altar is as rotten as the table itself, leaving only the shape, subtly maintaining its proper function, at least not becoming a pile of pieces.

The statue of the god is sitting upright on the lotus platform. The stretched lotus petals carry a solemn sense of majesty, which adds divinity to the three or four meters high clay statue. Even the sight is not full of ghost energy, nor does it put any pressure on people.

There is a cushion in front of Yu Xing.

Of course he didn't kneel down. After confirming that the others were fine for the time being, he moved his gaze little by little and fell on the clothes of the statue.

It looked like a red robe.

The statue sat cross-legged, and the robe on the lower body was carved into layers, and a barefoot stretched out from the hem and landed on the lotus.

The upper body has a wide robe and a large sleeve. One hand is in the shape of Guanyin and is erected on the chest. The other hand sinks slightly, and it rests between the abdomen, with the palm facing upwards, holding a dark thing that is round and bulging in the middle of winter.

This clothing should have bright colors, but after years of baptism, most of it faded away, leaving only a little trace, so Yu Xing could only barely identify the red color and no details were seen.

Further up is the face of the statue of God.

The handsome face is carved vividly, and it looks like a young man. The slender eyebrows and half-closed eyes complement each other, diluting the young man's sense of age and reflecting that faint compassion and compassion.

The lips of the statue are smiling.

Yu Xing felt that the statue looked very familiar. After a little recollection, he remembered that this was exactly what Jiang Chong looked like in the stage world. Since the focus of the script was Jiang Chong's marriage - the most tortured person in the whole process was the sedan lady played by the sirens, who was almost melted into the mud statue by Jiang Chong, who was wearing the groom's official uniform.

At that time, just glanced at the statue, the sirens' eyes were bleeding and tears, completely realizing Jiang Chong's false god's person.

This time, Yu Xing didn't feel anything.

He slowly walked forward two steps and walked around the side of the altar. He found no abnormalities, so he tried to touch the mud statue with his illusory branches.

The mud is tight and cold, and it seems to be completely normal.

Just when Yu Xing was thinking this, he inadvertently raised his eyes and saw that the face of the statue turned to him from some point on his face.

Silently, a strong sense of being watched came to his face. Yu Xing immediately let the branches rise and sucked to the statue's face!

With a snap.

He had a strong destructive power. In just one moment, he pulled half of the statue's head off, revealing the bumpy cross-section inside.

Half of the fallen head fell from the top to the ground, and suddenly it split into pieces. A small piece of mud rolled to Yu Xing's feet, just the part of his eyes. His half-closed eyes were wide open, as if he was staring at him, which made people get goosebumps.

The next second, the sound of chains came from all around the lotus platform, but several iron chains as thick as arms extended from the base of the lotus platform. At some point, they connected to the feet of Zhao Mou and others and circled around their ankles.

The heavy chains were lying on the ground in vain. Yu Xing had no idea what moment they appeared. A bad premonition arose from the bottom of his heart.

Crunch...

The sound of the skeleton sounded from the people, their eyes were still empty, their pupils were scattered, and they turned their heads one by one.

Several people faced Yu Xing at the same time, just like the statue of the god just now.

Yu Xing's pupils shrank, as if he had guessed the follow-up. He flashed and came to the nearest sirens, leaned over and held the chain, trying to tear the chain.

It was obviously just an iron chain, but Yu Xing couldn't do anything about the chain under his force. He lifted up the Siren's skirt and exposed a white and slender ankle. Without hesitation for a second, he directly broke the Siren's ankle!

"Um!" A muffled groan from the throat of the sirens, who had not returned to consciousness, and Yu Xing grabbed her feet that could be bent at will after the broken bones, and pulled them out of the circle formed by the chains.

The Siren couldn't stand steadily and fell to the ground with a bang, looking a little miserable.

But compared to others, she was even lucky.

As soon as they fell down, some invisible force was passed through the chain link. Zhao Mou, Zhao Yijiu, Song Xue and Nie Lang's faces turned towards Yu Xing, and their heads suddenly exploded!

Red and white brain objects splashed everywhere, and their bodies were still standing, but like a statue of gods, only half of their heads were left, revealing the bumpy cross-section inside.

The Siren sat blankly, splashed all over his body and felt nothing.

Yu Xing: "..."

A creepy laughter echoed in the temple, a somewhat vague voice mixed in the laughter, compassionate and compassionate: "Good deeds... make good connections, evil deeds...get evil consequences..."

"Look back and see, the ending you created with your own hands..."

The statue of the god was only half of its face, and the curled lips seemed to mock Yu Xing's recklessness. Gradually, the few people with only half of their heads also pulled the corners of their mouths bit by bit and smiled at Yu Xing.

A cold light appeared in Yu Xing's eyes.

He did not see Zhao Mou and Zhao Yijiu being shot in the head. Suddenly, many tentacles appeared at his feet. These thick branches scattered and scattered, and soon radiated into the entire temple with Yu Xing as the center, laying the temple into a "primitive forest".

The branches have not appeared together for a long time and cannot calm down with excitement.

[The main brain seems to be angry. Hey, what kind of jar is next to me? No matter what, just knock it over first.]

【How come there is a fake sirens, it looks quite similar!】

[Not that, this time, others in the hallucination stopped talking. Jiang Suo was able to learn from his mistakes?]

[I know why the main brain is angry. The death scene simulated by Jiang Chong is too realistic. It allows the main brain to see the death of the two people in the Zhao family. The main brain cannot accept it!]

【What should I do?】

【Kill Jiang Sheng!】

[Tear Jiang Sui torn apart and exhale!]

【Take it! Take it! Take it! Take it!】

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The chaotic consciousness came from one branch after another, and merged into Yu Xing. In the end, the branches reached a consensus, and only one thought continued to emerge.

Suck it!

Under Yu Xing's instructions, countless branches rushed towards the statue and quickly tweave the clay statue into debris.

The laughter came to an abrupt end, and there was still a voice inside comforting: "Good deeds make good connections..."

"A stubborn person..."

The chains jingled, and the few people locked on their ankles were exactly the same as the tragic appearance of the god statue, and they were all broken into pieces of minced meat that could not be matched, almost mixed together.

The only thing that was not implicated was the Siren who had escaped from the chains. The exchange rate in her eyes gradually became exchange rate, and she seemed to wake up slowly. When she saw the bloody hell in front of her, she immediately screamed: "What is this!"

She wanted to escape quickly, but as soon as she stood up with force, the severe pain on her feet rushed to her head. She suddenly screamed: "Ah, my feet!"

"Yu Xing, what did you do?"

Faced with the problem of the Siren, Yu Xing only picked up the iron chain and casually put it on the Siren's neck: "I'm welcome to change the seat for you."

Siren: "…"

Yu Xing stared at her: "What's wrong? It's about to turn into minced meat."

The sirens were frightened and zipped the chains to no avail. Her beautiful face twisted and she squeezed out of her throat: "You are such a... cold-blooded monster!"

With a bang.

Her head was broken halfway, and then her whole body was shattered by invisible force.

Yu Xing shook his hand and said to himself thoughtfully: "First let people experience the fear of ghosts, and then let people experience the fear of harming everyone. Is this how you defeat people's minds?"

The faint whimper and laughter were overlapping, echoing in the messy temple, gradually increasing, from the serene moments to the deafening sound.

The moment the volume reached its peak, Yu Xing's eyes burst into tears, and he stood in front of the temple again, just pressing the wooden door.

There was still a trace of anger in his heart, and he lost strength in his hand and broke off a large piece of wood from the door with a click.
Chapter completed!