In the mountain forest, Chen Chuan was climbing up the mountain alone with a machete in his hand, a Xuejun knife and a bulging bag behind him.

It was almost July, and the mountains were full of venomous snakes, insects, and ants this season, but he was well prepared. He brought a lot of insect repellent beforehand, applied ointment, and wore an anti-scratch blouse. Basically, he was able to do it.

Full body protection.

Even if there is a second self that can take damage, if possible, I should do my best to protect myself. After all, the second self needs to be used in the most appropriate and critical places.

The roads in the mountains have not been traveled for many years and are no longer identifiable.

Fortunately, after walking for more than half an hour, he found some dilapidated mountain paths paved with stone steps. It seemed that the style was left over from the old era. It was probably from the same era as the mountain temple. This made it easier to find.

When he encountered thorny bushes on the way, he cut them with a machete and opened a path, which would make it easier for him to come down from the mountain later.

The mountain was not high, only about five or six hundred meters, but the slopes were steep in some places, but it did not hinder him. After finding the passage, he climbed up in one breath, without even changing his breath.

Even though it was June or July, the mountain forest was very cool, and now at the top of the mountain, the temperature dropped abnormally, making him feel like he was back in winter.

But he didn't feel cold, instead he felt very comfortable.

At this moment, I finally saw the mountain temple. In front of the temple were two stone lamp holders with bulging eyes and sharp cheeks. The edges had been polished away by the erosion of wind and rain, and the original sinister appearance could only be barely recognized.

There is a mountain gate in front of the mountain temple. The walls on both sides have collapsed, leaving only half of the front wall. The scattered rubble is covered with various vegetation and vines.

Past the mountain gate, there is an open space in front of you and a mountain path that curves upward. You can already see the eaves of the temple above.

But after walking here, all the chirping insects and birds that originally existed in the mountains disappeared, and everything became quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing from time to time.

When he got here, he took out his water cup and took a sip of water, then walked up the mountain path. After a while, he arrived in front of the temple. The two gates had long been collapsed and damaged. After crossing the threshold, he saw that the space of the mountain temple was not too big.

It was only about a hundred square meters, and there were dust and broken bricks everywhere. Broken beams and columns lay on the ground, and most of the top had collapsed. Only the altar was barely covered.

He came closer, only to find that the pedestal where the statue of the god was originally placed was empty, with nothing on it.

There was no surprise on his face.

Because according to previous information, the wandering range of this ghost story has expanded to several nearby hills. If you want to see it in the temple, you need to have a sacrifice.

He put down the backpack behind him, first took out a bamboo basket with a prepared unconscious big white goose in it, and then took out an incense burner, a thick cushion, and a

There is an old jar of tea leaves.

Some of these things were obtained from Cheng Zitong, and some were collected by Ren Shu from some people based on the descriptions in the files.

In order to solve this weird story, he spent a lot of effort. No weird story before had been so fully prepared.

He first took some tea leaves from the old tea can, poured it into a transparent glass he brought, and then brewed it with water in the thermos cup, but he did not drink it, but put it in the

aside.

Then he lit the incense burner, and after the aroma spread throughout the hall, he picked up the bamboo basket and came to the altar, where he killed the big white goose and sacrificed it directly on the altar.

Then he came back, held the knife across his knees, and sat there cross-legged.

Judging from the previous situation, this kind of strange talk requires sacrifices and repeatedly asks for sacrifices. This shows that its activities are related to sacrifices. This is very similar to the flying-headed monster, so it is very likely that it can be eliminated using the same method.

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But this is just an assumption. The situation of this strange story is a bit complicated. It is difficult to find out in advance. It is hard to say what it is. So this time, if he can handle it, he will handle it. If he can't handle it, then he will retreat first.

Go down, go back and talk to Cheng Zitong to find a solution, there is no need to show off.

He waited slowly here, but there was no movement around him. He did not waste time, guiding his breathing, silently guiding the growth of alienated tissues, and adding some new incense to the incense burner from time to time.

The sky outside gradually darkened. Seeing this, he lit a few torches and stuck them around, then returned to his original position and sat down.

After a long time, he seemed to hear some kind of chewing sound in his ears, and his heart moved. He looked up and saw that the big white goose on the confession sheet had disappeared.

That sound came not from the front, but from the rear.

His eyes moved slightly, his legs exerted a little force, and his upper body did not move, he slowly stood up from the spot and turned around. And when he turned around, the chewing sound also disappeared, and outside the temple door there was

It seemed like there was an extra mass of black stuff.

He picked up a flashlight from his hand, picked up the Snow Lord Sword, and walked out. When he got to the door, he shined a light on it and saw that there had been a statue of a statue with a stooped body, but it was facing away from him at the moment.

But rather than saying that it is a statue of a god, it is more appropriate to call it a statue of a ghost. The fingers of the statue's hands almost hang down to the ground. The upper body is large, while the lower body is slender, and the posture seems to be squatting there.

He slowly walked around to the front, and when he saw it clearly, his expression became condensed.

He suddenly discovered that this was actually a headless mountain ghost statue!

For a moment, his thoughts flew. He had not known about this situation before, which meant that the previously conceived method of solving the strange story was completely inconsistent with it, and everything might have to be overthrown and started all over again.

Because usually when faced with a strange story that was originally complete but later became incomplete, the correct way to deal with it is to find the missing parts.

In this case, the mountain ghost is not here for any tribute at all, but just to find his lost head! Otherwise, it would be impossible to solve the problem.

This was not something that could be found in a hurry, so he immediately decided to retreat from here. He didn't even take the things in the temple and retreated outside without hesitation.

But after he had just taken a few steps away, there was movement behind him. At the same time, there were signs of blurring like waves above me, and his steps paused slightly.

Looking up, I saw that the mountain ghost statue was actually moving, and paint powder and plaster were falling rustlingly down.

After thinking about it for a moment, he stood still.

Because it would be easy for him to just leave, but if the mountain ghost is not satisfied with this sacrifice, he may go to the nearby villagers. Although the villagers have already had experience in dealing with it, if they just let it go, that is not what happened.

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He looked at the mountain ghost statue and clenched the Snow Lord Sword in his hand. Since he couldn't leave for the time being, he wouldn't leave.

The mountain ghost statue had straightened up at this moment. It was about two to three meters away. It faced Chen Chuan and jumped towards him.

Chen Chuan moved his feet and dodged to the side. The statue hit the ground with a thud, and a lot of dust fell on it, and the surroundings were filled with smoke.

But he missed one hit, paused, and then hit a second time, a third time...

Chen Chuan kept dodging, and at this moment he was sure that the speed of this mountain ghost statue was not exaggerated, and he could easily deal with it.

But this is just because it is him who is standing here, because the invasion of ghost stories mainly does not consist of this kind of direct attack, but the kind of invisible invasion.

At this moment, it can be seen that there are very severe signs of virtualization on the second self, and the alienated tissues in his body have also suffered extremely strong stimulation. This is no less than the flying head in the later stage of the confrontation. He had to avoid it while

Use the short gaps to guide you with your breath.

But in the process of evading, he found that the invasion of the second self was gradually intensifying, and the improvement process was very fast. He originally wanted to hold on until dawn, because this weird story usually does not come out during the day, but if it continues like this,

I'm afraid I won't be able to reach that time until I disappear.

In this case, we have to find a solution.

After dodging again, he retreated into the temple. As he entered the place, he came to a place shrouded in fragrance, and the signs of infirmity on his body were slightly weakened.

He picked up the machete, waited for a moment, and saw the statue jumping down from his head. He stepped aside and struck the statue with the knife, causing a large piece to break into pieces.

But the virtual appearance on his body suddenly intensified, and the broken place disappeared after a few breaths, as if the blow just now had not happened.

Seeing this, he judged that as long as he came into contact with it, the invasion would be aggravated, even if he came into contact through something, and it could not be broken or delayed by violence.

He was also wondering in his mind, where is the head of this thing?

He suspected that it might be the work of the Feitou Cult, because at one stage in the past, the Feitou Cult knocked off the heads of all the statues of gods enshrined in various places. If this was the case, it would have been destroyed and there would be no chance of getting it back.

This has become a dead end.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of a detail. According to the legend of the Three Mountains, this mountain ghost "eats from its belly and chews it like glutinous rice."

By the way, eat from your belly!

He suddenly thought of a possibility and suddenly looked at the belly of the statue. Could it be what he thought?

He quickly changed his mind and decided to take a risk.

After escaping another attack, he picked up the thermos cup and drank the water in it in one breath. Then he took a deep breath and mobilized the alienated tissues in his body.

At the same time, he picked up the cup of tea. At this moment, there were no tea leaves in it, but squirming black worms. He waited for the statue to jump up again and fall to the ground, then he poured it over and sprinkled it all there.

On the mountain ghost statue.

As soon as those insects came into contact with it, they burrowed into the body of the statue one after another, corroding small holes on the body surface. The movement of the mountain ghost also slowed down due to this.

At this moment, Chen Chuan took advantage of this moment, put his feet on the ground, rushed forward suddenly, and inserted one hand straight into the abdomen of the statue. It felt as if a layer of tough cowhide had been broken through.

And with this contact, the signs of virtualization on the second self suddenly deepened and became uncertain, as if they were about to disperse.

But he remained unmoved. He reached out and rummaged around inside for a while, and suddenly grabbed something. His eyes narrowed, and with a strong tug, he took out a green-faced fanged head. It was not a statue, but a pure human being.

Dry head!

"Sure enough, it's here!"

This head was not taken away, but was in the belly of this mountain ghost!

At this time, he no longer hesitated. Seeing that the statue was about to resume action, he put his head on the broken neck and held it firmly. The statue suddenly shook and struggled. After a while, it finally

It became quiet.

Chen Chuan saw traces of blood seeping out from the broken neck of the statue, and then slowly flowing down. After a while, he heard the sound of shattering in his ears, and the statue was cracked all over the body.

There were cracks and pieces began to break apart, and finally turned into countless dust, all scattered to the ground.

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Chapter completed!