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Several people gasped and escaped from the dangerous area without any danger.
They followed Wang Shanshan to the small temple to rest.
The temple is not big, with oil lamps lit on both sides. But on the high platform in the middle of the temple is a golden statue of a god. The statue looks like a young man, with an eye on his forehead and a stick in his hand. Long Qiang, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was sleeping.
"Put Awei down." Wang Shanshan said in a cold tone.
He Feng carefully put down Uncle Zhang behind him, but this Uncle Zhang's face was still ugly, his teeth were clenched, and his breathing was weak.
"Dad, Dad, wake up." Zhang Wenwen knelt aside, tears welling up in his eyes. He felt that his father's condition was getting worse and worse.
He Feng said: "Call an ambulance and send him to the hospital for rescue. The old man is very dangerous at his age."
"It's useless. This place is haunted. The ambulance can't come. Even if it does come, it will be killed by the ghosts outside. Unless you carry him to the back door, but that will be very time-consuming and Ah Wei may not be able to hold on. "
Wang Shanshan said calmly: "Besides this, there is one more thing to do. If everything goes well, Ah Wei will be fine."
"Sister Wang, what do you want to do? I can do anything." Zhang Wenwen said hurriedly.
Wang Shanshan looked at the golden statue, and then said: "The sixty-year period has almost come, and now the ghost has appeared. I think it is time to wake him up. As long as he wakes up, everything will be fine."
"He? Who is he?" Reporter He Feng became a little curious at this moment.
Wang Shanshan then glanced at He Feng: "Do me a favor and break the statue above."
"What?" He Feng was stunned for a moment. He looked up at the golden statue: "You want to break this statue? This, this is not good."
No matter how much he didn't understand, he knew that breaking the statues in the temple was a taboo thing.
"We have to do this. This is the only way. The ghost is still in this community and will appear again at any time. The longer it takes, the more dangerous it will be." Wang Shanshan said.
Although He Feng was a little confused, he still chose to believe this strange woman.
"Okay, since you said that, I won't be polite, but first of all, I broke the statue and I am not responsible for repairing it."
As he spoke, he climbed onto the high platform.
Zhang Wenwen was very surprised at this moment, because he had played here with his father when he was a child, and he knew that the statue was a very special existence. Not to mention breaking it, he would be beaten even if he wanted to touch it out of curiosity.
Unexpectedly, in today's situation, Sister Wang would choose to smash it into pieces without hesitation.
"This statue... seems to be made of gold." He Feng hit it a few times with the axe. After leaving a few traces, he found that the gold inside was shining, which was obviously gold.
He slashed hard a few more times.
However, the statue remained motionless and only had a few dents.
"No, this thing is too strong and cannot be broken." He Feng said.
"Then just push it down." Wang Shanshan said coldly: "I have to open it today no matter what."
"Okay." He Feng put down the axe, then held the statue with both hands and pushed hard.
The golden statue swayed, and it seemed hollow inside, not as heavy as imagined.
After pushing a few times, He Feng found the trick and finally pushed the statue back down from the high platform.
"It's about to fall. Get out of the way, be careful not to get hit." He Feng shouted.
"boom!"
With a dull loud noise, the golden statue fell heavily to the ground. The ground was dented and cracked. The statue was twisted and deformed, and it no longer looked like before.
Then bright red blood flowed out of the collapsed statue. More and more blood flowed out, gradually covering the entire ground.
Seeing such a strange scene, He Feng and Zhang Wenwen were at a loss.
But Wang Shanshan acted very calmly. She called softly: "Yang Jian."
However, the situation she imagined did not happen. The person from sixty years ago did not call her back. There was still silence around her, and nothing unusual happened.
"Yang Jian." Wang Shanshan called again.
However, the result was still the same. In the empty temple, his voice echoed and then disappeared again.
That person never showed up.
At this moment, Wang Shanshan smiled, with a trace of tears falling in her smile: "He lied to me, Ah Wei, he lied to us. He is already dead. He died sixty years ago. We are so stupid that we have been here all this time." Wait... But if he is really dead, why am I still alive?"
However, Uncle Zhang was lying on the ground unconscious at this moment, unable to respond to Wang Shanshan's words.
"Sister Wang." Zhang Wenwen was a little panicked when he saw Wang Shanshan crying. He had never seen Sister Wang like this in his life until he was over fifty years old.
"Yang Jian?" He Feng on the side was very surprised when he heard this name.
But before he could think about it, a voice suddenly came from outside the small temple: "Wang Shanshan, don't be so desperate yet, maybe things can turn around."
At this time, several people saw an old woman with a hunched back and wrinkles walking in.
"Aunt Jiang, why are you here? The community is very dangerous now. Stop running around and go back quickly." Zhang Wenwen said anxiously when he saw the old woman.
This Aunt Jiang is also an old man in the community. She was friends with her father when she was young. Zhang Wenwen has met her many times, so she knows some things.
"I heard that the community is haunted, so I came over to take a look. Wang Shanshan, what's wrong with Ah Wei?" Aunt Jiang looked at Uncle Zhang who was lying unconscious on the ground and asked.
"I'm not in good health. I tried to show off my strength and used an ax to kill ghosts. I lost my balance and fell down." Wang Shanshan said calmly: "At this age, it seems that this situation cannot be alleviated. Unless he shows up, he will be sent to the hospital. It’s all in vain, what did you just say, things can still turn around? Do you think he is still alive? "
"Zhang Liqin and I used to be responsible for recording everything he had experienced. Zhang Liqin died of poor health more than 20 years ago. Now I am the only one who knows everything about him. I copied that notebook more than 20 times and couldn't read it anymore. A hundred times, no one in this world knows him better than me." Aunt Jiang said.
"Then what?" Wang Shanshan asked.
Aunt Jiang said: "That notebook records a trivial matter. In order to avoid supernatural attacks, he once changed his name. Maybe his real name is no longer Yang Jian, so there is no use calling him Yang Jian. You have to call him Yang Jian." His real name."
"Real name? What is his real name? Tell me." Wang Shanshan said immediately.
"I don't know." Aunt Jiang shook her head slightly: "Not only me, but he himself doesn't know. There is only one person in the world who knows his real name."
Wang Shanshan gritted her teeth slightly and said, "Liu Xiaoyu?"
"Yes, his name was changed by Liu Xiaoyu himself. After the change, he asked Liu Xiaoyu to hide it and not tell anyone." Aunt Jiang couldn't help but feel sad when she looked at the bleeding statue.
"Call and ask her." Wang Shanshan said.
Aunt Jiang said: "I asked before I came here, but I can't find out. Liu Xiaoyu has Alzheimer's disease and has forgotten many things. She is now being treated in the hospital. However, I believe she will definitely record such important information. If she goes We might be able to find clues if we search her home.”
"My legs and feet are inconvenient and I can't walk. You can go ahead."
"Okay, anyway, she lives in Dachang City, not far from here." Wang Shanshan said alive, and she was ready to leave immediately.
However, at this moment, the lights in the small temple suddenly flickered, and the light of the oil lamps on the left and right became inexplicably dim.
Outside the small temple, there was a sound of heavy footsteps, and the heavy door shook violently.
"Ghost?" Aunt Jiang glanced at Wang Shanshan.
"Well." Wang Shanshan said: "Awei and several of them have been in contact with supernatural beings, and they have probably been targeted. I used the ghost candle to drive away the evil ghost for a short time, and now the ghost must have come again at this time.
I'm here, I can't leave here. Once I leave, Ah Wei will be dead. "
"Who is he?" Aunt Jiang pointed at He Feng who had just climbed down from the high platform.
"Old man, my name is He Feng, and I am a reporter." He Feng hurriedly introduced himself.
Aunt Jiang said: "Tell him Liu Xiaoyu's address and let him go. Young man, run fast. Wenwen, this useless loser, will stay and take care of Ah Wei."
Wang Shanshan glanced at him, as if asking what he meant.
He Feng gritted his teeth and said, "No problem, leave it to me, I promise to do it."
"Bring Ah Wei's axe, it can help you deal with ghosts. Take the oil lamp and light it when you encounter something strange. This will prevent you from getting lost. Wenwen, give him the oil lamp." Wang Shanshan arranged immediately.
"Okay, okay, Sister Wang." Zhang Wenwen handed over the golden oil lamp.
He Feng felt somewhat safe holding these two things.
Aunt Jiang told Liu Xiaoyu's address, and then said: "As soon as you run out of Guanjiang Community, find a way to get in the car. Don't stop reading and don't hesitate. If you encounter a ghost, use an ax to clear the way. Once you find Yang Just shout out your real name, don't be afraid of death, and don't try to escape, you have been targeted by a ghost, and there is no other way to survive except waking him up."
"I understand." He Feng nodded.
"Let's take action, go through the back door." Wang Shanshan urged.
"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to complete this task, so please hold on."
He Feng glanced at the unconscious Uncle Zhang, then at the mysterious woman Wang Shanshan who had just saved him, and finally left quickly through the back door without looking back.
Although his calf was still bleeding and had some injuries, they were all flesh injuries and no injuries to muscles or bones. Plus, he was young and strong, so it didn't affect him at all.
But He Feng himself didn't understand why he would take on such a dangerous mission.
But some intuition told him that this was the right thing to do.
If such a terrifying ghost is allowed to roam the city, I don't know how many people will die.
"Someone has to do some things." He Feng clenched the red ax in his hand, restless in his heart.
He just wants everything to go well and nothing to go wrong.
There was a group of people in the small temple waiting for him to save lives. Even the safety of the entire community and the entire city depended on him.
As a third-rate reporter, he has a sense of responsibility and justice in his heart. However, his long and dull work and life have gradually erased these things, but this does not mean that he is willing to stay like this.
When big changes occur, He Feng is willing to step forward.