The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 680: Hope (3K)

A chill spread from my back to my limbs.

Sanjar could barely move.

At this moment, he could hardly remember any warning.

The sound of my heartbeat almost drowned out everything.

No, that's not right...

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. A thought flashed through his mind: If there was really something strange in this room, why would the shopkeeper warn them not to leave the room under any circumstances?

To protect them, or...

The pale face of the shopkeeper's wife appeared in his mind, overlapping with those low voices of instruction.

Only then did he suddenly remember that since darkness fell, the chef and the waiter had not made any sound.

If since then, Guangfeng Tower has been swallowed up by the evil spirit.

Then, the shopkeeper lady...

Maybe she is no longer the same person.

But -

Weird creature!

Thinking of this, Sanjar could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. He screamed, turned around suddenly and rushed to the door.

He opened the bolt in a hurry and almost rushed out.

Just as he stepped out of the door, it slammed shut behind him, followed by the sound of a bolt.

click!
He stood alone in the corridor, sweating all over, his fingers trembling with fear.

The darkness was like a huge curtain, completely enveloping him.

The only light came from the slightly trembling spirit lamp in his hand, and its faint glow illuminated a small, narrow area in front.

He has left the room.

And it seems that this door can never be opened again.

Sanjar could no longer tell whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

But he also knew very well that he would not be able to defeat the monster on the bed.

The two rooms next door were quiet.

I don’t know if they have experienced the same situation as him.

No, maybe they are not human either!

Now Sanjar is suspicious of everything.

The sound of chopping meat continued.

And it's even clearer when you leave the room.

He lowered his head and looked downstairs. There was a faint flickering firelight. It looked like the firelight was coming from the back kitchen, and the sound was also coming from there.

Someone... or something, is in the kitchen.

Sanjar was still hesitating about what to do when he suddenly heard the sound of someone walking.

Not in the corridor, nor in the lobby of Guangfeng Building.

But from Room A.

Through the window paper, you can see a light inside, as if someone is walking in the room.

Sanjar's whole body stiffened instantly, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

He knew very well that there was no one in Room A.

In horror, I saw the dark human figure on the door growing bigger and bigger.

The person inside the door seems to be walking towards the door!
Then he saw a shadow getting closer to the door, with the outlines of the facial features standing out. It was someone sticking to the door and looking at him.

The door frame shook slightly, as if some force was prying the door panel, trying to release something.

Sanjar's fear reached its peak. Without even thinking, he turned and ran towards the stairs.

The light of the spirit lamp shook violently with his movements, and when the light swept across the stairs, he saw a pale face emerging from the end of the stairs.

He reflexively threw out a flame talisman, and a burst of fire exploded, illuminating the surroundings, but it hit nothing.

The spirit lamp shone tremblingly, and the end of the stairs was empty.

Sanjar was annoyed, because the high-level self-defense talisman he had just used was a life-saving item that he had treasured for a long time.

At that time, I reluctantly spent a large amount of money to buy three high-level talismans for myself. I have never been willing to use them up, but I didn't expect that I would have to use them in a hurry at this moment today.

But once he used it, who knows whether it was real or just his hallucination?
Sanjar tiptoed down to the first floor.

The spirit lamp shone around, and the lobby was silent and empty, with only a few tables and chairs quietly placed there.

One of the tables was still covered with leftovers.

He remembered that the grandfather and grandson were still eating at the end, so it was probably what they left over and the store owner hadn't had time to clean up yet.

"Sir, you got up so early? Would you like to sit down for breakfast? I have freshly made meat dumplings..."

A hoarse voice sounded, very intimate and gentle.

interrupted Sanjar's thoughts.

Sanjar held his breath and looked towards the source of the sound.

Only then did I realize that the sound of chopping meat had stopped at some point, and the fire in the kitchen was blocked by a huge black shadow.

He stared at the shadow. The light from the Spirit Pearl Lamp was trembling and did not fall on the shadow, so he could not see its appearance clearly, but he could see that the size and shape of the shadow were different from those of an ordinary person. When the shadow saw that Sanjar did not respond, he slowly walked over with a knife in hand.

Sanjar stepped back, moving towards the door.

"Sir, are you leaving? It's snowing heavily outside. You're wearing thin clothes. Be careful not to catch a cold."

The voice of the shopkeeper's wife sounded behind him, also gentle and kind.

Sanjar was only wearing a coat and he didn't even have time to put on his cloak before coming down, so his concern was not wrong.

The only problem was that the voice seemed to come from deep inside the chest, and it sounded muffled.

Sanjar looked back and saw a dark shadow standing not too far away.

But there is no head.

He couldn't bear it any longer and threw out an ice mist talisman. White cold air quickly spread and separated him from the two black shadows.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he grabbed the Spirit Pearl Lamp and rushed to the door.

The lights swayed along, illuminating many figures who were crowded together at the table, looking up at him.

He ran all the way to the front door and lifted the curtain, only to see a thin young boy standing outside, huddled in the shadows.

Sanjar stabbed with his sword, and it seemed to have pierced into flesh, but he didn't even look at it. He opened the door and rushed out.

However, the snow had already piled up to the top of the door, and the moment he opened the door, a cold wave of snow rushed towards him and completely swallowed him up.

He struggled in the snow, barely able to breathe, until something grabbed his waist and pulled him out of the snow…

Sanjar stood firm and looked down at his waist, only to see a golden tentacle tightly wrapped around him. It felt sticky and was covered with lively eyeballs.

Those eyes were blinking at him, and Sanjar actually felt that they seemed to be comforting him?
The spirit bead lamp rolled to the ground, and its faint light spread around.

Under the light, several blurry figures were slowly gathering in the surrounding darkness.

He screamed and struggled frantically, trying to tear the tentacles away from his waist.

The tentacles retreated as if they had their own spirits, loosened instantly under his pull, and slid back into the darkness.

Afterwards, Sanjar didn't even bother to pick up the spirit lamp. He rolled and crawled up the snow slope and escaped from this strange Guangfeng Tower.

Outside, the white snowfield was shrouded in deep darkness.

Even the dim face of the god in the sky disappeared, leaving only the accumulated snow reflecting a faint light.

Sanjar was breathing heavily and looking around. He saw that the snow piles were so thick that even if he stepped on the compacted snow, it was still not up to his waist.

The houses not far away had long been buried in the snow, with only the slanted roofs exposed, like isolated cones standing in the endless snowfield.

The wind was freezing and his jacket was thin; he couldn't help shivering. The cold feeling spread from his waist upwards, as if it was going to freeze him completely.

He knew that he could never go back to Guangfeng Tower, and after some thought, he decided to head towards the temple.

In his memory from childhood to adulthood, the temple is the safest place.

Whether it is Little Green Garden or other towns, the temple is always located in the center and is the last refuge for the people when disasters or strange things happen.

After identifying the direction, he cast a cheap low-level lightening talisman and walked forward in the snow amid the howling wind and snow.

Fortunately, Xiaoluyuan was only a small county town. Although walking was difficult in the snow, it didn’t take long for him to reach the center of the town.

In the wind and snow, there was actually a light on there.

In the dim light, I could see the outline of the roof, which was clearly the standard building of the temple.

Sanjar breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the light, swayed his already frozen body, and walked towards the light that represented warmth and hope.

Even though it was windy and snowy, the lights were still bright, and there was a faint scent of incense wafting in, becoming clearer the closer you got.

There were also faint voices coming from inside, obviously there were quite a few people inside.

Sanjar was even more shocked. All he could see was the bright fire of the temple. He almost wanted to get in there immediately, bathe in the soothing incense, and be with the other survivors...

However, when he really walked to the door where the snow had been swept clean, he stopped and his eyes widened.

The door was open, and the people inside seemed to be completely unafraid of the wind, snow and cold.

It was precisely because the door was open that Sanjar was able to see the entire small temple at a glance.

There were quite a few people inside, roasting something around a roaring bonfire.

The thing that was being burned was stiff and motionless, but it was wailing sharply, its voice full of pain and despair.

That sound...sounds like it was made by a human.

However, the people surrounding the fire showed no mercy at all. Their faces were filled with cruel smiles, which were illuminated by the flickering flames, making them look as cruel and red as blood.

He even heard the voice of the hunter he met in Guangfeng Tower.

"It's almost done, it's almost done..."

"After hunting game for so many years, it turns out that the best food is still at home... why would I want to eat steamed buns..."

The hunter's face was twisted with desire, his eyes full of hunger.

What exactly is this?
Sanjar's heart was beating like a drum, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became. His eyes involuntarily moved to the altar, but suddenly he found -

There is nothing on the altar of this temple!

No, to be precise, there were red candles, incense burners, and fruit offerings, but the only thing missing was——

The statue of the deity to be worshipped!
It was the first time that Sanjar had seen such a scene. He took two steps back, suppressing his fear, steadying his gaze and focusing on the thing on the campfire.

Upon closer inspection, the thing gradually became clear.

The faceless face was twisted and deformed in the flames, and screams came from nowhere. Drops of red liquid oozed from the stone body and dripped into the fire like grease.

With his hands clasped in front of his chest, his posture is pious and his expression is compassionate...

It is the statue of the Supreme God!