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Chapter 500 Success
Who?
Several seconds later, Wang Chongming finally came to his senses.

He stiffly raised his head, but all he could see was a boy's face.

It was that person who was added at the last minute to bring good luck.

The faint hope had just begun when it abruptly vanished.

Admittedly, it was this guy who pointed out the anomaly, and he was the one who noticed something was wrong with the Three Pure Ones, but the problem is...
In the end, this was just a marriage of convenience to bring good luck. He had only been a disciple for a month or so. Even if he was a genius, what ability did he have to save himself?
Otherwise, we could use him as bait. No, that's too late.

Thinking of this, he sighed and then decided to do one last good deed before he died.

"Kid, what are you still looking at? Why don't you run away! Then find a place to kill yourself, at least you'll die cleanly and neatly!"

Unfortunately.

Faced with his rare act of kindness, the man named Zhou You, who was there to bring good fortune, seemed not to hear it and simply strolled over leisurely.

Holy crap, is this guy deaf?

Seeing this, Wang Chongming stopped trying to persuade him and simply closed his eyes tightly, praying that the stone statues would eat faster—at least so that he would suffer less.

Otherwise.

I waited for quite a while, but the expected pain still didn't come.

After a while, Wang Chongming opened his eyes, only to see the stone statues standing there motionless, a thin layer of mist obscuring his vision—

The next moment, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Wang Chongming instinctively tried to struggle, but the hand seemed to have immense strength, easily pulling him out and then silently dragging him into the shadows.

It took Wang Chongming a long time to come to his senses. He just stared at the face of the person who was being brought to good luck, muttering to himself for a long time, but in the end he could only manage to utter one sentence.

".Who are you?"

The man who was there to ward off bad luck simply extinguished the flame in his hand and then laughed.

"Senior brother, you must be joking. Who could I be? I'm just a new apprentice who hasn't been in school for long."

—I'll copy you.
Wang Chongming was just a little timid and soft-hearted, but he was no idiot. Just like I said, if an ordinary child were in this situation, it would be considered mentally strong if he wasn't scared out of his wits. How could he possibly have the ability to save himself?
Moreover, it was only a fleeting moment, and the material was quite crude, but he could still see that what was burning in his hand was clearly a legitimate talisman.

There are indeed senior monks in the temple who teach talismanic arts, but they are definitely not that perverted guy who likes to mess with insects, and it's even less likely that they would start teaching right after you've started learning.

So the question remains the same.

Who is this guy?
Wang Chongming shrank back, watching the person with extreme caution.

However, Zhou You just laughed.

A very ordinary, even very calm smile.

Normally, Wang Chongming wouldn't think much of this smile. After all, no matter how badly he fared, he was still a disciple who had lived in the temple for two years, and his status was definitely higher than those who were trying to bring good luck through marriage.

However, at this moment, for some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine when faced with that smile.

It's just an ordinary wedding to bring good luck, why?
Suddenly.

He thought of something.

and many more.

Etc., etc.

And so on and so forth.

Wang Chongming suddenly realized something.

He remembered some rumors circulating in the temple, though no one had ever confirmed them, they were quite detailed and persistent. They said that certain strange creatures would possess people's bodies and then use those bodies to walk around the temple.
Could this guy be...?
No, that's the only possibility!
Recalling the previous traces and thinking about the other party's actions, Wang Chongming became more and more certain that he was right. He took a deep breath, then knelt down and prostrated himself on the ground, before cautiously asking.

"I was being presumptuous just now. May I ask what your orders are?"

Has this guy lost his mind?

Zhou You was completely baffled by Wang Chongming's sudden change in attitude and his subservient demeanor.

He just wanted to pull out a cannon fodder to avoid becoming the primary target of this bizarre situation—and the reason for saving this guy was simply that he was the only one who was conscious and easy to save.

But now it seems
Is this person misunderstanding something?
Zhou You tilted his head and took a step forward.

What are you talking about? I don't quite understand.

Who would have thought.

Upon hearing these words, Wang Chongming immediately shuddered and lowered his head even further.

"Sir, I know... no, no, no, I know nothing. I swear to God, I won't say a word. As long as you save me, I'll be your dog from now on. Whoever you tell me to bite, I'll bite."

—Where are we going?
However, given the critical situation, Zhou You didn't want to dwell on the reasons and spoke directly.

"Hey, it's already around dawn. Normally, it should be light by now, but there's still no sunlight. Do you know why?"

However, Wang Chongming didn't even dare to raise his head, and only answered cautiously.

"Your Excellency, the patrol hours are different from normal. As far as I know, we usually have to finish our duties before we can escape."

A job?

Zhou You rubbed his chin.

The only job here is patrolling, and it has to be done in shifts. I've just finished one shift, and now most of my other fellow disciples are dead.
so
Zhou You stared intently at Wang Chongming.

Wang Chongming was a smart man, and he immediately understood Zhou You's meaning. Then he put on a bitter face and said...

"Sir, I don't even have the strength to walk anymore. Although you saved my life, I can't possibly continue the mission in this condition. Could you let me rest for a while, just a little while?"

But Zhou You just smiled.

"Hey, Senior Brother Wang..."

"You said."

"In this situation, it's clearly getting more dangerous the longer we delay. It's okay for you to catch your breath for a while, but I'm afraid that in a little while, all those guys will surround us. To prevent any unforeseen complications, we should hurry up and get started."

Wang Chongming was clearly unwilling, but with wolves in front and tigers behind, he didn't want to provoke this thing whose true form was unknown—since the other party had gone to great lengths to possess a person who was being used for a marriage of convenience, the schemes and plans involved were definitely beyond his control.

So he could only put on a mournful face and beg for mercy in a low voice.

"Your Excellency... no, Master, I know you want to go out, but I'm completely drained of my magic power and have no strength left. I'm afraid I'll be bitten to death as soon as I get out, and I won't be able to complete this mission at all."

However, the man's smile grew increasingly confident.

"Don't worry, although only one person can go on this patrol, the rules don't say that there can't be off-site assistance. With me here, I definitely won't let you die."

moment.

Wang Chongming once again walked into the back hall, trembling.

Compared to before, he now looked much more comical—his face was covered in bright red paint, his original Taoist robe had been replaced by a paper garment, and he had a very strange hat hanging on his head—it looked like he was trying to make a Taoist crown, but because his craftsmanship was so poor, it now looked like the hat of an acrobat.

What's even more ridiculous is that next to his head stands a head drawn in his likeness, which doesn't even look a fraction like him, but is completely unrelated. It's swaying in the wind, and it looks like it's not very securely attached, as if it might fall off at any moment.

"What the hell... could I have really made a mistake?" Wang Chongming felt wave after wave of regret, but he was already on the wrong track and couldn't run away. He could only stumble and stagger to the statue.

It was a statue of a star deity, but it has now melted away so much that its original appearance is no longer visible, except for one mouth and eye which are relatively intact.

Its mouth smiled kindly and benevolently, but its eyes were fixed on me, as if it might devour me at any moment.

Under the pressure of potentially losing his life at any moment, Wang Chongming trembled as he bent down and took out a stick of incense from the incense holder beside him.

May the Three Pure Ones and Buddha bless me; I hope that old man's magic is truly effective!
but.

Just as he took out the flint, intending to light a fire, he suddenly felt something.

Something overhead seemed to bend down.

There is nothing else in front of us now, so...
It goes without saying what's bent down.

Wang Chongming paused for a few seconds, but still managed to steady his trembling hands and light the incense stick.

at the same time.

The bent-down object drew closer, and one could even feel a slimy, tongue-like thing emerging from it, slowly probing towards one's neck.
If I were to be touched by it at such close range, my fate would probably be no better than that of my senior brother.

But just when Wang Chongming was about to wet himself in fear, the tongue suddenly changed direction and turned to the paper head.

It licked it a few times, but seemed to find it somewhat unpalatable, and after a few breaths, it slowly withdrew.

So Wang Chongming was able to light the incense smoothly, and then cautiously glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

The statue remained unchanged, without moving an inch, except for some sticky water stains at the corners of its mouth, making it look particularly eerie.

After that, Wang Chongming successfully set fire to about ten more statues.

The whole process went very smoothly.

Strangely enough, the things you made up weren't particularly remarkable, and you didn't infuse them with much magic—the materials were even clearly recycled—yet they had a magical effect, managing to fool these already strange creatures.

Finally, after lighting three incense sticks in front of the Kitchen God, Wang Chongming deliberately avoided looking at the mutilated corpse inside the stomach. He then took a few steps back and wiped the cold sweat from his face.

This is the last one.

so
Did I really survive?
A huge surprise welled up in his heart. He looked up, just about to look for the figure that had saved him, but the next second, he suddenly froze.

It's dark.

The entire rear hall remained shrouded in darkness, with only dim lights flickering, and it seemed that there were more and more of them!

No, I completed the inspection, how come?
However, at that moment, a voice rang out behind him.

"What are you all standing there for? Get out of there right now!"

—It was Zhou You's voice.

As if grasping at a lifeline, Wang Chongming said hastily.

"Your Excellency, I've already finished, so why is it still dark?"

Zhou You answered with just one sentence.

"What have you accomplished! Have you made offerings to those Three Pure Ones statues in front of you?"

Only then did Wang Chongming realize what had happened.

But the thought of the bloodstains scattered throughout the front hall made his legs feel even weaker.

"Sir, that place is not like here; there's no way to fool them. Since you have such abilities, could you think of a way to get around this?"

However, Zhou You simply said one sentence calmly.

"If you want to get out of here alive, you have to complete the patrol—you've already gone this far, do you really want to fail at the last minute and be tortured to death?"

That's a bit crude, but it's definitely true.

Just now I was utterly despondent, with no other option but to close my eyes and await death. But now that things have come to this, I'm only one step away from survival.
Wang Chongming gritted his teeth, then turned to the side door and stepped out.

Damn it!
—When I looked at the front hall again, the place had completely become a ghost town.

Blood vessels had spread to every corner and seeped into every crevice. Now the whole house seemed to have turned into a living organ, slowly and heavily crawling and throbbing.

Upon entering the room, the whispers around me intensified, and countless bizarre and fantastical scenes appeared before my eyes.

Wang Chongming shook his head vigorously to barely maintain his senses, then stepped on the veins and slowly made his way to the statue of the Three Pure Ones.

They still took out incense, lit it, and stuck it in the burner.

—Something else bowed its head, but this time it wasn't a sticky tongue that extended out, but rather a more chilling trail of blood.

Suppressing the urge to turn and run, Wang Chongming lit a second round of firecrackers.

Taiqing Daode Tianzun, or perhaps the former position of Taiqing Daode Tianzun.

however.

Just as he was about to insert the third stick, suddenly, there was nothing beside his head.

It took Wang Chongming three or four breaths before he suddenly realized what was happening.

It was that piece of paper that was torn off.

The front hall is not like the back hall; this pile of things cannot be so easily fooled!

next moment.

Dozens of bloody threads wrapped around his body, suddenly pulling him toward the ground!

His weakened body was powerless to resist, and Wang Chongming could only watch as the altar receded further and further away until his vision suddenly turned upside down.

All efforts were in vain?
—No, no, how could this be? I'm not reconciled! I was so close to surviving! I'm not reconciled!!!

but.

Right next to Wang Chongming's ear, someone's voice rang out again.

"Indeed, according to the rules you mentioned, you can only offer incense yourself, and no one else can help you."

"But the problem is..."

"The rules only say you can't help others, but they don't say you can't attack."

The next second, Wang Chongming felt something kick him in the back, then the blood vessels snapped one by one, and he was sent flying as if riding on clouds—

Then, when I looked at it again...

His own hand was already inserted into the incense ash on the altar.

Steady and unwavering, without bias or prejudice.

(End of this chapter)