Zhang Fanyu stared at the stone wall without any ripples for a while, then turned around and strode towards the opposite side where Zhou Tong left just now.

Originally, the corridor was dark, but as he moved, the shape of the corridor in front seemed to remain unchanged, but the decoration inside changed.

From where he was at the stone wall, he stepped into another mountain road.

There were silently burning torches on both sides of the corridor. The light of the torches illuminated his three-dimensional handsome face, and the light flashed through his pale golden pupils.

At a certain moment, the pupil color returned to amber, giving his mood a dark color.

Zhang Fanyu sometimes felt that his consciousness was muddled, and everything in his field of vision was both familiar and unfamiliar. Occasionally, when he woke up, his head was so heavy that he wanted to bow his waist and put his head on the ground.

He tried hard to overcome the discomfort caused by the strange consciousness, and followed the subconscious movements of his body to a closed wooden door.

The light inside the wooden door slowly flows out along the gap, becoming a warmer and brighter existence than the torches inserted on the side of the corridor.

The tall figure stopped in front of the wooden door, the pale gold and amber pupils kept changing, and finally stopped on the golden pupil color.

He slowly pushed open the wooden door.

The movement of the hand suddenly stopped.

The scene in front of him made him, who had always been calm, shrink his pupils fiercely.

The Buddhist hall used to trap the sinners of the ethnic group was destroyed by something unknown. Many of the gods and Buddhas standing on the mud platforms were smashed, black fragments fell to the ground, and the translucent stone wall of the human face directly above revealed strong Light is still flowing quietly on these fragments.

The edge of the debris on the ground was reflected in a fine light, and there was dust and smoke floating in the beam of light.

But the sinner who should have been trapped here has disappeared now, and the dead knot that bound the person was broken into several pieces and fell on the ground at will.

Zhang Fanyu's heart flashed with anger, his icy eyes swept across the messy scene one by one as if it had been smashed by a boulder, and walked slowly into the center of the Buddhist hall.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly jumped out from behind a certain child Buddha, and landed on the stone wall with human face directly above.

It climbed on the translucent lamp wall with its hands and feet, maintaining a posture of hanging but unable to fall, and looked down with sullen eyes.

The shadow covered half of Zhang Fanyu's body, leaving him in a semi-dark position.

Zhang Fanyu raised his head and stared coldly at the female ghost above his head.

Forces that do not belong to her are recklessly changing her body.

Jia Jia's previously delicate face has become half of rough features, with wriggling dark brown blood vessels protruding and lingering on one side of her cheek;

While the other half of the face still maintains the original facial features, there are also many purple-red meridians on the face, and the eyeballs turn into a bright crimson.

Her hair was as white as snow, hanging down from a high place, ready to touch Zhang Fanyu's face at any time.

Zhang Fanyu's eyes flashed dark - what about the girl who was imprisoned here?

Jia Jia, who looked like a man and a woman, slowly turned his head, and his body moved slowly, covering the entire stone wall with glowing human faces.

The hall suddenly returned to most of the darkness.

"Zhang Yixiang, I came out. Look, you can't stop me."

The murky voice kept echoing in the dim space.

"Where's that girl?" Zhang Fanyu ignored the problem that it couldn't come out, and just wanted to confirm Xiang Ya's safety.

"Eat." Jia Jia, who lost her mind, said with a grin.

She made a beeping sound similar to that of the mountain people Zhang Fanyu pinched in front of the stone wall not long ago.

The golden eyes trembled and switched back to the amber look, Zhang Fanyu subconsciously denied: "Jia Jia, you can't do this!"

The next second, his sanity was taken away by the person in the play.

Zhang Yixiang was staring at Jia Jia who was constantly smiling.

"I repeat, where is that person?!"

Along with his cold questioning, the surrounding mud platforms collapsed and shattered, and all the black child Buddhas with broken limbs and legs were all shattered into black dust.

It was more thorough than when Jia Jia was destroyed just now.

But Xiang Ya's body is not here, and after cleaning up everything here, there is no trace of her.

The tremors of the mountain temple made the entire Nigrahorn tremble, and stones fell from both sides of each mountain turn.

The old people, who were resting in the corridor, knelt down in panic, kneeling on the ground, but begging the mountain god to calm down their anger.

After experiencing the disaster of wind and snow, experiencing the curse of not being able to live under the sun since then, and experiencing the despair that more and more companions die because of the curse...

In the humbleness of these old people asking for forgiveness, the first weeping sound came out.

The sound of weeping gradually rose, connected into one piece, and echoed back to every part of the mountain.

Ancient languages ​​are spoken from the mouths of the multitude.

"God, since you created us, why did you deprive us of the right to live;

O God, the sun can shine on every place in the world, why can't it fall on us;

God, you gave us eyes to see cause and effect, why are you not allowed to have them

 …”

Old sayings like proverbs are repeated with a sense of despair.

But the mountain god doesn't care.

"Jia Jia" listened to the faint cries from the mountains, and happily grew a taupe tail. The tail was long and entwined with the long hair hanging down, and a black poisonous thorn stood on the tip of the tail.

Among the Buddhist halls, it is the only one that is not affected by Zhang Yixiang, and is still firmly entrenched at a high place.

In the dark place that couldn't be suppressed by the light, a gray-black mist regenerated, outlining the body of the child Buddha. They rolled their eyes one by one, covered their mouths and laughed, and sometimes whispered and whispered.

A figure of a god and Buddha is condescending, looking at the suffering of all living beings.

"Zhang Yixiang, did you hear me? Those people you want to protect are accusing me..."

"But didn't I listen to your inner wishes and eat the girls you want to sacrifice, so that you can continue to protect them..."

"The greedy causal ones, how can you blame me?"

The vicious voice contained endless mockery.

...

The third act of "Snow Mountain Daughter" has been going on until now, as if no matter whether anyone is awake or not, the plot will proceed to the sacrifice.

Outside of the scene, Gui Chi rested his chin with one hand and stared at the gradually clear monitor without moving.

There is no girl who is holding the script of the movie and flipping, and the death is tragic.

The notebook that A'Mei had lifted was lying quietly on the ground, but Gui Chi didn't care about it.

"The plot is finally back on track, and it will continue to proceed spontaneously like this. Let me wait and see the secrets hidden ten thousand years ago..."

He slowly moved away from the fingers supporting his chin and snapped his fingers.

The next second, Gui Chi's figure began to dissipate.

When he left, his cold voice was left in the air: "After 6 years of sleeplessness, I can finally get in touch with the play. I hope the story will be more exciting as I expected."

As soon as the voice fell, all the crew equipment outside the scene was slowly destroyed, and the monitor and storyboard script seemed to be licked by flames and burned from a corner.

At the same time, the violent blizzard ahead rolled into long columns and began to reshape the world in the snow. The dense snow color in the space blocked the fast-moving scenes inside.

When the scene returned to nothing, the wind and snow gradually calmed down. At this moment, a rainbow light from the sky suddenly descended and stopped in the dream, making the flipping scenes completely stop.

All the scenes became a long axis, stretching for tens of thousands of miles on the vast polar region.

A story that belonged to thousands of years ago is now frozen.

...

Listening to the words of "Jia Jia", Zhang Yixiang clenched his fists more and more tightly.

He said coldly, "I never intended to sacrifice her."

"The saint has always been an identity. If one dies, there will be another one to make up for it. The flesh and blood of the causal person can never fill your appetite..."

"Nigg, it's just a lie you lied to fool everyone."

"Jia Jia" raised its eyebrows, it jumped down from above, landed firmly, and looked at him mockingly.

In an instant, the sunlight fell into the Buddhist hall again, but after noon when the light was the strongest, the sunlight showed signs of weakening.

"But in order to survive and get rid of the curse, you are not willing to push others to feed me, Zhang Yixiang, why don't you stop the person you are trying to protect?"

The voice of neither male nor female mocked: "Hypocrite."

"Hypocrite, hypocrite..." The repeated three words kept repeating from the child's mouth.

As if God was scolding him.

Zhang Yixiang looked at it, "Because I have long seen the fate of the tribes, because all this is a huge deception, and all the tribesmen will die..."

"I'll say it one last time, where is that girl!"

The third time he uttered this sentence, his tone carried absolute majesty that could not be refused.

Nig's long tail paused, his pupils contracted, and he looked at Zhang Yixiang in disbelief.

The words said uncontrollably: "Shibi, she was chosen to enter the realm of the gods."

After saying this, the power that was imprisoned on Nig's body was abruptly released, and it beat Long Tail irritably.

"Impossible, I can come out, why is it still suppressed by you?!"

Zhang Yixiang didn't answer its question, he started to step towards Nig, and finally stood in front of it only half an arm away.

"No one can be selected to enter God's Domain, not even me. What have you done?"

Nigga had half Jia Jia's face on his face, his red eyes flashed with joy, and the corners of his mouth were grinned.

"Don't forget, I am a god who fulfills the curse. The people who can be watched by me are all qualified to bear the curse and evil. You should ask that girl why she can bear all the power of my curse?"

"Zhang Yixiang, she responded to me, not me."

"It's amazing that there are humans in your ethnic group who can withstand all the curses."

"It's that girl who wants to become a demon, hee hee hee..."

These words echoed with laughter. Nig's pale golden eyes that had been staring at it gradually darkened. The color of the eyes finally became amber and golden light, and the man's voice became more popular.

"What happens when you become an evil ghost?" Zhang Fanyu and Zhang Yixiang mixed their consciousnesses.

Nige Jie said with a smile: "I know why I ask, of course, I have to assume the responsibility of becoming an evil ghost from generation to generation, opposing everyone in the realm of the gods, and being killed to become qi."

"She will take my place."

The author says:

I feel the feeling of writing the Möbius ring (covering my face), the round pit is so badly written, ying ying ying~

(I was doing cleaning today, so my body was tired, so I only had one update. I will see if I can add another update tomorrow~)