This thought only flashed through Zhou Chuan's mind for a moment and then was cleared away.
The reason is certainly not that you will spend your whole life in jail for setting a mountain on fire.
After all, as early as the beginning of the advent of the ruins, the Big Black Mountain no longer conformed to people's concept of a mountain.
It looks like a mountain, but it is not.
What Zhou Chuan was concerned about was that ordinary fire would most likely have no effect on these ghosts and monsters. It was hard to say how much effect the karma fire of Lord Jia and Lord Suo and the ghost flame of Lord Ma Si could produce.
Since everything is unknown, it is better to wait so as not to alert the enemy.
"sleep."
Zhou Chuan spoke softly and deliberately, then walked around the main hall of this strange temple and closed the broken windows and temple doors one by one.
It was only three or four o'clock in the afternoon, which should have been the brightest and hottest time of the day in midsummer.
But now the sky is covered with dark clouds and gloomy air, and the visibility is not even as good as that of a dark day.
Only occasionally would branches of lightning explode, flashing a moment of pale light between heaven and earth.
"Hoooo..."
The sound of wind like ghosts crying spread everywhere. Zhou Chuan came to the middle of the hall with a flashlight, slowly spread out the moisture-proof mat, casually wrapped himself with a thermal blanket, and lay down flat.
But at this moment, the Seventh and Eighth Masters disappeared, and it seemed as if he was the only one left in the world.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of heavy rain hitting the tiles, and the rustling sounds coming from all directions of the hall after he lay down.
The creaking sound was creepy, as if a mouse was running on the thin stone slabs.
Zhou Chuan never opened his eyes, but just turned over, from lying flat to lying on his side, and his right hand hidden in the blanket had clamped Xinting Hou at some point.
As time went by, the sound of dripping water mixed into the roaring rain like a ferocious beast, accompanied by a strange hissing sound, as if a whole piece of fat fell on a hot baking tray, which was the corrosion sound that often appears in TV dramas.
The sound gradually became clearer as it got closer, but it stopped when it approached Zhou Chuan's profile.
The next moment, Zhou Chuan felt a chill that penetrated deep into his bones, passing through the thermal blanket and bright yellow windproof jacket and landing on his neck.
"I'm a bit impatient."
Zhou Chuan thought about it, grabbed the thermal blanket with both hands, jumped up in an instant, stretched out the blanket, and threw it out to cover his head.
The night attacker reacted incredibly quickly, turning his long neck and easily dodged it.
At this moment, Zhou Chuan swung his sword, and a white light appeared between heaven and earth. The sword light was like a foamy sea tide, slid down violently, but there was no feedback of cutting off any entity.
In a flash, Zhou Chuan stomped hard on the thin stone floor and leaned back.
So, in the next moment, a mouthful of purple and green venom fell on the moisture-proof mat, making a hissing sound.
“Boom!”
Everything happened in the gap between the lightning and the explosion. Before Zhou Chuan could catch his breath, a huge head slammed towards him like a locomotive.
Under the illumination of the high-intensity flashlight tied to the blade, the figure of the night attacker was clearly visible.
It was a monster with a human head and a snake body, with a slender figure, black body and green markings.
However, unlike the magical images that often appeared in Zhou Chuan’s picture albums in his previous life, this guy’s so-called human head was actually a mask-like skull.
At this moment, its tail was entangled in the beam above the hall, while its head was diving downward with huge kinetic energy.
But before it could get close to Zhou Chuan, its huge figure stopped in mid-air.
Countless chains broke through the stone slabs in the hall and pierced the body of the strange snake.
Another white shadow floated down from the top of the hall, caught the Xintinghou Sword thrown by Zhou Chuan, and swung it fiercely. The next moment, a hideous head fell down with blood all over it.
There was a loud bang, and a big hole was smashed in the ground in the middle of the hall. The head of the strange snake disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Chuan watched the scene from a distance, took the sword from Qi Ye, and knocked it on the ground. The sound was crisp, as if the stone slab was completely hollow.
This turned out to be a "castle in the air".
"If you build a temple on a deep pit, Newton's coffin will not be able to hold it down."
Zhou Chuanqing said this as he squatted down and used a high-intensity flashlight to explore the environment below.
However, the depth of the pit was far beyond the visibility of the flashlight, so he had to pick up a piece of gravel from the ground and throw it down, but there was no sound for a long time.
Normally, there shouldn't be such a deep pit on a mountain.
But in such an extraordinary world, everything that happens is normal.
"call."
Zhou Chuan slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.
He knew that things were far from over. As early as when he just entered the temple, he discovered the strange snake coiled on the beam with the feedback from his five senses, but he did not act rashly.
Now that the strange snake is dead, the vague sense of crisis still exists, proving that it is just a small fry.
In a short period of time, crises are one after another, and the inside of the Great Black Mountain is indeed much more dangerous than the outer circle.
However, Zhou Chuan felt that he was probably treated "specially" by Karen li.
After all, just talking about the yellow smoke monster, there are not many people in the summer camp who can deal with it.
"It's good to have some gains."
Zhou Chuan spoke softly, and did not continue to stare at the big pit. Instead, he slowly stood up and began to search in the temple.
After unremitting efforts, he finally found a very obvious repair mark on the wall behind the locust tree statue.
It was obvious that the walls of the temple had been corroded by the passage of time, but this part, which was the shape and size of a door, was intact and looked as good as new. No matter how you looked at it, there was something wrong.
"Eighth Master."
Following Zhou Chuan's order, Mr. Ba walked out of the void and kicked the wall hard.
After the strong earthquake, the entire high wall collapsed and wind and rain poured in instantly.
Zhou Chuan took a closer look and saw that behind the wall was a courtyard that covered a large area and had a very complex terrain.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but frown.
When he was looking for a place to shelter from the rain before, he stood on a high place and looked down. There was clearly only a lonely temple here, but now such a large courtyard "appeared out of thin air".
You know, with the blessing of Fengyue Baojian, he is in a state of insight and can ignore a considerable number of illusions.
In this case, there are only two possibilities for the appearance of the courtyard: either it is a more advanced illusion, or it is a setting such as folded space.
No matter which one, it is very suitable as material and the quality is extremely high!
"Fortunately it didn't burn, otherwise it would be a big loss."
As Zhou Chuanxin spoke, he passed through a hole in the middle of the wall in front of him and entered a wooden shed made of locust tree trunks.
All that came into view were coffins lying sideways, or rather, narrow wooden boxes made of a few rotten wooden boards, which looked as if they would fall apart at any moment in a violent storm.
"If a few more zombies pop out, it will be really weird."