Chapter 446 Test Your Courage

"What?!"

As soon as Wanli Fengdao felt the emotion of astonishment arise in his mind, his body followed his instinct, opened his legs and ran forward.

From the low rice fields behind, there came the inhumanly shrill cry of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo moress to the rice seedlings.

It was as if there was something huge, chasing him quickly.

Wanli Fengdao didn't dare to look back at all, he ran as fast as he could,

When extraordinary abilities recede like a tide, the fear of being powerless in the face of supernatural beings and possibly dying at any time,

It came to mind again.

Run! Run!

The screams from behind are getting closer and closer,

Wanli Fengdao ran for a while with his head buried in his head, not daring to look back to see what was going on, for fear of triggering some kind of instant death mechanism that "will cause instant death if seen".

His breathing became rapid, and his upper body, which was only wearing a shirt, was blown by the cold wind, and the chill was biting.

At this time, it seemed that it had just rained in the small mountain village, and the fields were very muddy. Every time I took a step, I felt as if my shoes were being firmly absorbed by the mud.

I can no longer run in the fields, it is too physically demanding.

Wanli Fengdao's face tightened, his feet stepped on the cement blocks beside the fields and ditches, and he jumped up lightly onto the road.

This cement road is relatively narrow and can only allow two cars to pass side by side. There are no protective fences installed on both sides of the road. There is a dim street lamp at intervals on the left side that attracts mosquitoes.

It's an extremely ordinary country dirt road, but at any rate, it's much easier to run on it.

Snap!

There was the sound of a wet mop hitting the ground on the road behind him, and the thing caught up with him again.

If the situation wasn't right, Wanli Fengdao would have turned around angrily and yelled, "I'm a ****! Are you a ****? Why are you chasing me?"

Of course, just thinking about it.

He ran wildly, and the road under his feet was in a circular shape, bifurcating at a small bridge in the distance. The left side led to the village, and the right side hugged the mountains, winding and snaking, disappearing in the night.

The left road leading to the village was blocked by a row of long trees. Through the shade of the trees, one could faintly see the light of fire there.

Although I can’t see what the things behind it look like,

But Wanli Fengdao still knew the secret to surviving in abnormal events, and he must run in the direction where there are more people.

Huchi, wheeze.

After all, Fu Shen Pingyuan's current body is just that of a child. Running wildly in this deserted night consumes too much energy.

Fortunately, Wanli Fengdao knew some breathing techniques and finally ran to the small bridge before losing his strength.

The street lights on the bridge seemed to be broken, and it was pitch dark in the middle of the bridge, making it hard to see.

Standing in the darkness, Wanli Fengdao heard a burst of human noise coming from the road in front of the left side of the bridge, mixed with the sound of mute and weird drum music.

Then he saw the source of the drumming.

It was a large team, and at the front were four men wearing white priest uniforms, masks, and holding royal coins.

The four priests walked side by side, chanting prayers, and their white uniforms continued to stir, growing tentacles that fell to the ground, looking like demons.

Behind it is a singing group,

The chorus members wore kimonos, held pine torches, and sang eerie ancient songs.

Their faces are not human faces, but stiff and rigid masks, like those used by actors in Noh drama (Japanese traditional drama).

Clay eyes with golden pupils,

Big-mouthed snake

Prajna with a twisted face and horns on his head,

A big boy with an immature face,

The thin and angry Junkuan,

The orangutan with a crimson smile,

Each member's body is changing just like their Noh expression.

Or become smaller and smaller,

Or become tall and hairy, like a demon,

The chorus moved slowly, and in the middle, guarded by everyone, was a square wooden altar.

Copper bells, daggers, swords and other pendants were hung at the four corners of the altar, making jingling sounds when blown by the wind.

Under the red canopy above the altar, quietly placed... a little girl maintaining an upright kneeling posture.

The little girl is wearing a traditional costume called "Bai Wugu". Her gown, gown, belt, stockings, sword, lace, and cotton hat are all pure white. She holds a folding fan in her right hand and rests it gently on her open left hand. superior.

The posture is dignified and elegant, tranquil and sacred,

The only unattractive thing about her is that there is no head under her cotton hat....

Wanli Fengdao stood there blankly. The chorus holding pine torches in front of him seemed to have not noticed him at all and continued to move along the road.

It reveals a solemn and sacred, yet evil and charming atmosphere.

Behind him, the crying and screaming voice suddenly stopped.

Wanli Fengdao looked back subconsciously and found that the owner of the voice was a soft and slender humanoid object that seemed to be made of rice cakes. There were some black lines on the vertical face, where the eyes and mouth were.

That thing did not continue to chase Wanli Fengdao, but stood there, sobbing softly, and its whole body was twisting and shaking.

Then, it slowly tilted its head back until it reached a twisting angle that even its soft neck could not bear.

Snapped.

The rice cake man's head was broken off.

"What the hell..."

Wanli Fengdao took a breath of cold air. In front of him was a chorus of hundreds of demons marching at night to worship the headless girl.

Behind me, there was a rice cake man who cut off his own head for no apparent reason.

He was completely confused about the situation...

Fortunately, he doesn't need to understand it.

"God of Fortune! God of Fortune! Damn it, he fainted! Increase the dose of medicine, quickly!"

An unfamiliar Japanese male voice came to my ears,

That dragging feeling from the soul comes again,

Wanli Fengdao watched helplessly as he flew out of the God of Fortune Plain. The next second, he returned to the black space and sat on the wooden chair.

Wanli Fengdao looked down at his hands, then at the dumbfounded Xing Hechou and the calm Li Ang, and said in confusion: "I...came back again?"

"Um."

Li Ang nodded, staring at the dark big screen in front of him, and shouted: "Miss Liu, can you hear me?"

The screen slowly lit up, as if his eyes were opened, and Liu Wuxiao's extremely weak voice echoed in the space, "Yes."

At this moment, Liu Wuhao was sitting cross-legged in a closed room. There was an upright candle on the floor in the middle of the room, emitting dim light.

Through the light, you can see two women and one man wearing casual clothes, sitting cross-legged like yourself, seeming to be talking about something.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are no eyes or noses on their faces, and the area above their mouths is blurry and cannot be seen clearly.

"...Then, I announce that the courage test will begin now."

The girl with the ponytail who was sitting facing Liu Wushan clasped her hands together and said, "I hope everyone in the Ghost Story Club can actively speak up and tell the most terrifying ghost stories as possible, so as not to leave any regrets for this summer~"

"It's obviously you, the leader, who is left with regrets, right?"

The boy sitting on the left side of Liu Wusao said feebly: "The courage test competition should obviously go to the gloomy shrines, cemeteries, ruins and other places to explore.

A man and a woman were groping through the eerie abandoned hospital with flashlights.

Boys pretend to be bold and comfort girls,

The girl grabbed the boy's arm because of the sound of water dripping.

Thus sparking the spark of youthful love,

This is the essence of the Cool Festival!

It's so boring to hide in a shared room and take turns telling ghost stories! "

"Long-winded!"

The petite girl with a ponytail, who was called the group leader, reprimanded in a loud voice that was inappropriate for her body type: “Don’t you know there are a lot of mosquitoes in the grass in summer?

If you go out for a walk, you will get a lot of red rashes!

Okay, seeing as you are so reluctant, let me start the first one. "

The girl cleared her throat, straightened her sitting posture, and said quietly in a sinister tone: "The name of my strange story is "Da, Da"."