I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

Qiuli looked at the last one: no punishment, the corner of her mouth raised, of course she accepted.

The Accept button lights up, and then another pop-up window appears:
[Clue: The statue of the mountain god. 】

Qiuli looked at the crowd, the flames made a "crackling" sound, and the rain outside the door hit the tile surface, everyone slept soundly.

She stood up and stretched, and no one noticed that she began to walk around the temple, she reached out and groped for the shrine above.

A line of text appeared in front of my eyes:

[Sacred Shrine: Wooden. 】

She looked up at the tall mountain god statue.

This is a wooden statue with a dragon's head and a human body. He is wearing armor and half sitting on a shrine. It's just that the position is a bit high.

Qiuli stood on tiptoe and stretched her arms, but she didn't touch its toes.

She looked around, everyone was sleeping soundly, and no one was looking this way.

With both hands, Qiuli swung her body to the back of the statue along the lower end of the shrine. After a few adjustments, she climbed to the back of the shrine. It was backlit, but at the same time blocked the sight of other people in the temple.

She stretched out her hand to touch the back of the statue, suddenly her palm felt cold, and something soft moved along her fingertips and wrapped around her wrist.

It was a small green snake with a whole body green, spitting out snake letters, looking up at Qiuli with red eyes.

Qiuli's body froze, and the cold, slippery touch on her wrist made her hairs stand on end.

She looked at the green snake, and a message flooded into her mind: "The mountain god asked me to report, run, Longshan is about to collapse."

The body of the green snake became even tighter, "Take me to run together."

Qiuli's heart was shaken, all kinds of voices were mixed in the mountain temple at night, and the sound of rain outside the window seemed to be more urgent.

She jumped down from behind the shrine, cleared her throat, and shouted loudly: "Get up, Longshan is about to collapse!"

Deacon Zhang jumped up from the ground, his face was still a little ignorant after waking up, and other people on the ground opened their eyes one after another.

"Longshan is about to collapse! The mountain god warned!" Qiuli explained loudly.

Deacon Zhang opened the temple gate and heard the sound of rain outside. Two guards at the gate asked, "What's wrong?"

"Is there anything unusual?" Deacon Zhang asked.

"No, everything is normal." The horses in the yard barked suddenly.

Deacon Zhang braved the rain and walked into the yard, held up the oil lamp and looked at it. A weasel "chucked" away from the corner of the wall and went far away.

He yelled and went back to the temple.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense. If you don't sleep well, you won't have the energy to go on your way tomorrow." Deacon Zhang waved his hand, "Go to sleep, go to sleep, and stop yelling."

Qiuli explained a few words, and was sent to a corner by Deacon Zhang. Several people who sat up on the ground muttered and lay down again.

The obscenities in their mouths made Fatty Huang's face darken. He stood up, walked to Qiuli and said in a low voice, "Don't mind the rude walkers."

Qiu Li's bright eyes looked at Fatty Huang in the firelight, "What I said is true, will you come down the mountain with me?"

Fatty Huang looked out the window: "Now?"

"Well, the mountain god is warning, something must happen, I'm leaving now, how about you?" Qiuli put on her coir raincoat, stood in the corner and looked at Fatty Huang.

Fatty Huang's heart tightened, and he touched his coir raincoat, "Then I'll protect you down the mountain." A kitchen knife was pinned to his waist, and he took an oil lamp.

When the two opened the temple door, the cold wind poured down, and they received a few curses.

Deacon Zhang sneered, "Fatty, if nothing happens at the foot of the mountain, just stand aside and wait for our convoy to pick you up. You're old enough to live in your stomach, and you can believe a baby's nonsense."

Qiu Li is a foreigner and has no relatives in this town, so Deacon Zhang doesn't care at all, but this fat man is a member of his own team, so he still has to say a few words.

"Oh, okay, I don't worry about this baby going down the mountain alone." Fatty Huang nodded and bowed, and closed the temple door.

The two guards at the gate taunted them again, watching the old and the young walking on the mountain road with oil lamps in the rain.

For some reason, one of the guards suddenly felt a little flustered, and the surroundings became quieter except for the sound of rain. He reached out and poked his companion, "It can't be so evil, can it?"

The other pointed to the faint mountain road in the rain, "You are afraid, you keep up, you can still catch up now."

"Cut! I'm just talking." They leaned against the gate of the temple and looked at each other and joked a few words.

On the mountain road, Fatty Huang's voice trembled, "Why is this mountain so quiet?"

Qiuli struggled to maintain her balance on the slippery mountain road, "Probably all the animals have escaped."

"What about the convoy?" Fatty Huang asked distressedly with his face drooping.

"I can't wake up people who are pretending to be asleep. Anyway, I have already said that we have to speed up." Qiuli felt the urging of the little green snake on her wrist.

Fortunately, this mountain road is the only way for traveling merchants. The mountain road can accommodate a carriage, which is quite wide.

Fatty Huang pulled Qiuli. He had walked many mountain roads and was experienced. Qiuli was unsteady several times and was held back by him.

The two stumbled, and it took an unknown amount of time. When they walked to the foot of the mountain in a state of embarrassment, they vaguely heard strange noises from the top of the mountain.

The ground under her feet seemed to be trembling, and a piece of gravel collapsed, Qiuli clenched her hands, "Master Huang, run!"

Fatty Huang didn't know where the energy came from, he swung his short legs and followed Qiuli's footsteps.

Qiuli felt that the wind mixed with the rain was hitting her eyes and slightly opened mouth. The coir raincoat was completely useless, and she ran halfway, but she didn't know where she was blown by the wind.

Countless gravels bounced around her feet, and the little green snake was tightly wrapped around her wrist, as if shivering.

Half an hour later, Qiu Li, with disheveled hair, panted heavily, pinched her waist, and stopped on a high ground. Behind her, the dark Longshan suddenly made a huge roar, and then countless rocks fell down...

At the same time, there was a slight light in the sky. It was about early morning. Qiu Li, who had escaped from the catastrophe, turned around exhaustedly to watch the accident on Longshan. The rain stuck her loose hair to her skin. She stretched out her hand Wipe away rainwater around the eyes.

Fatty Huang looked at the scene in front of him, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees, and the voice from his mouth turned into crying: "My God, the mountain god is angry, it's the mountain god who is angry!"

Qiuli scratched the back of Damp Da Da's head, what did this have to do with the mountain god being angry, it was obviously the mountain god who gave the warning.

"What to do, what to do with the convoy! People in the twenties!" Fatty Huang continued to cry in the wind and rain.

Qiuli squatted beside him, not knowing how to comfort him.The oil lamp was placed on the ground, and the pattering raindrops hit it, splashing out one after another.

The green snake on the wrist suddenly "chucked" and fell to the ground, "He is here."

Qiuli looked at the sky above Longshan, and saw a vague shadow in the rain curtain, which seemed to let out a sigh, and the little green snake took a few steps forward, and the shadow had disappeared.

In the game interface in Qiuli's mind, a pop-up window popped up:
[Find the mountain god of Longshan:

The task has been completed, reward: 2000 points, accumulated game points: 19600 points. 】

There is another chapter in the back, I will post it later, I haven't written it yet.