Lightning streaked across the sky.
A torrential downpour cloaked the dark mountains.
The tiny, dilapidated temple seemed like a solitary boat in a storm.
The sound of nails scratching on stone, clear and distinct, echoed in the dead silent temple.
Lu Fei could almost picture those sharp nails scraping hard against the stone, sending shivers down his spine.
Knowing that the woman had ill intentions, he and Jing Jian pretended to be sleeping, heads buried under their blankets, but they were actually on high alert.
As soon as the grating sound of nails started, he felt Jing Jian's body twitch.
Where is that sound coming from, could it be a zombie?
The scariest thing about this trip to Dàyín Mountain is encountering zombies.
Jing Jian seemed to want to sit up, but Lu Fei elbowed him, telling him to stay calm and first understand the situation.
Lu Fei listened carefully for a moment and was surprised to find that the scratching sound was not coming from outside the door, but inside the temple.
There were only they and those two women in the temple.
Did they make a move?
Lu Fei gently pulled down the cloth covering his face, revealing a pair of calm eyes, and looked towards the two women.
However, the two women were huddled in the corner, their faces covered with clothing, and their bodies remained motionless, appearing to be in deep sleep.
Their hands were not moving at all.
It's not them!
Then where did the sound of nails come from?
Lu Fei was puzzled, he looked around the dilapidated temple, and his gaze fell on the somber headless statue.
The statue was carved from stone, could it be that…
At this moment, the sound of nails scraping suddenly stopped.
A sudden cold wind swept through the temple, and the candles and the fire abruptly went out.
The dilapidated temple instantly plunged into darkness, with a chilling cold spreading throughout the temple.
It felt as if something had emerged!
"Brother Jing, be careful!"
Lu Fei touched Jing Jian, reminding him.
In fact, this guy had already taken out his peach wood sword, ready at all times.
A faint cracking sound came from the darkness.
That thing was moving.
Click——
A flash of lightning lit up the temple, making it as bright as day for a moment.
Lu Fei instantly saw a short, bizarre shadow crouching beside the two women.
Its oddly shaped body was leaning towards them.
"What is that?"
Lu Fei was startled.
The lightning disappeared too quickly, and before he could see clearly, the temple returned to darkness.
By the time the next flash of lightning illuminated the area, the short, strange shadow had vanished from beside the two women.
Their bodies were intact, and there were no bloodstains on their clothes.
Lu Fei was even more puzzled.
Could it be that the woman did not lie to them, and as long as they covered their heads, they would not be attacked by the strange shadows?
But would she be so kind?
"Lu Fei, be careful!"
Before Lu Fei could think too much, he heard Jing Jian's anxious warning in his ear.
In the next moment, he felt the sound of nails scratching at his side.
A flash of lightning lit up.
A bizarre figure appeared in front of him, reaching out with its large hands.
The stench of decay hit him, but Lu Fei steadied his mind and suddenly swung his thunderstrike jujube wood stick.
However, in the darkness, Lu Fei struck at nothing.
The thing had vanished again.
Jing Jian quickly turned on the flashlight, eagerly scanning the surroundings. As the light flickered, a strange shadow flashed past behind Lu Fei.
"There it is!"
Jing Jian swung his peachwood sword with force.
Bang!
Sparks flew, and the wooden sword struck something as hard as stone, emitting a sharp sound.
The strange silhouette of that thing trembled violently for a few moments before retreating back into the darkness.
"Brother Jing, did you see what it was?"
Lu Fei looked around the dark surroundings, thought for a moment, and then switched his lightning-struck jujube stick for a ghost-whipping lash.
The jujube wood staff, with its limited length, is suitable for close combat with clear targets. In an environment with poor visibility, a ghost whip would be more applicable.
"It seems like stone."
Jing Jian pressed the flashlight downwards and found that where the strange shadow had disappeared, there were several scattered stones on the ground.
The stones were covered in dirt, forming a line that resembled the shape of an arm.
"Could it be that the strange thing was made of stones?"
Lu Fei, deep in thought, turned on his flashlight and shone it towards the statue behind the offering table.
The headless statue sat quietly in the darkness, but one of its arms was actually broken.
"It seems to be the incarnation of a yin deity in this temple."
"We didn't provoke it, so why would it attack us? Should we really cover our heads and sleep?" Jing Jian asked in surprise and confusion.
The two cautiously approached the statue.
Before he could get close, Lu Fei felt a chill on his back.
"Be careful!"
Without turning around, Lu Fei lashed out with his whip in reverse.
The whip cracked sharply in the darkness and wrapped around something.
Whatever it was, it was quite strong and struggling fiercely.
"Brother Jing, help me!"
Lu Fei pulled hard on the whip and shone his flashlight over it.
In the dim light, it was a bizarre, human-shaped figure, as if it had been assembled from pieces of stone.
It had limbs but no head!
One of its arms was even broken off.
"Monster, face your doom!"
Jing Jian channeled his magical power into the peachwood sword and fiercely slashed towards the head of the stone creature.
Sparks flew once again.
The body made of stones crumbled, and a heart-shaped stone rolled into the darkness.
When Lu Fei and his companion chased after it, the stone had already disappeared, nowhere to be found in the dilapidated temple.
The headless statue was now covered with cracks all over.
The heavy rain continued to pour.
Crack——
A lightning bolt streaked across the sky.
The cracks on the statue seemed like pairs of narrowed eyes, cold and malevolent, glaring at the two of them.
The stone figure is just an avatar.
Lu Fei stared at the eerie statue, feeling a gut instinct that this matter would not end well.
"You've offended the bodhisattva in the temple, you're done for!"
Suddenly, the woman in the black dress spoke coldly from a corner.
Lu Fei and Jing Jian turned to look.
The woman had awoken sometime ago, pulling down the clothing that covered her face. Her narrowed eyes were now looking at them with resentment.
"What bodhisattva in a dark temple? It's just some monsters pretending! If it comes to eat us, are we supposed to sit there and wait for death?" Jing Jian snorted coldly.
"So you know about the dark temples?" The woman frowned, "You're not here for mountain climbing… You're people of the Mystic Sect!"
"So what if we are?" Jing Jian said nonchalantly, hugging his peach wood sword.
Lu Fei looked at the woman and said mildly, "There's no conflict here. Can't people of the Mystic Sect climb mountains?"
"What's your purpose?" The woman had a gloomy expression.
"Mountain climbing, got lost, caught in a heavy rain, and accidentally found this dilapidated temple to take shelter from the rain." Lu Fei spread his hands. "I'm telling the truth."
"I kindly warned you, but you didn't listen. You could have been safe if you just slept with your heads covered. Now you've offended the Bodhisattva, and we're all in trouble!" Anger flashed across the woman's face.
"Sister, that's not right. If you really wanted to warn us, you should have explained the situation of this temple clearly from the beginning, instead of speaking in riddles like a puzzle-master."
Lu Fei stared at her sharply.
"Why sleep with our heads covered?"