Mysterious Recovery

"Mysterious Recovery"

Panting heavily, several people fled the dangerous area without any risk.

They followed Wang Shanshan to the small temple to rest.

The temple is not big, and there are oil lamps on both sides, but on the high platform in the middle of the temple, there is a golden statue of a god. The statue looks like a young man with one eye on his forehead and holds a stick Long gun, eyes closed, as if in deep sleep.

"Put Ah Wei down." Wang Shanshan said in a cold tone.

He Feng carefully put down Uncle Zhang behind him, but this Uncle Zhang's expression was still ugly, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his breathing was very weak.

"Dad, Dad, wake up." Zhang Wenwen knelt aside, tears welling in his eyes, he felt that his father's condition was getting worse and worse.

He Feng said: "Call an ambulance and rush him to the hospital for emergency treatment. It's very dangerous for an old man to get old."

"It's useless, the place is haunted by ghosts, the ambulance can't come, even if it does come, it will be killed by the ghosts outside, unless you carry him to the back door, but that is time-consuming, and Ah Wei may not be able to hold it. "

Wang Shanshan said calmly: "Besides this, there is one more thing to do. If everything goes well, Ah Wei will be fine."

"Sister Wang, what do you want to do? I can do whatever I want." Zhang Wenwen said hastily.

Wang Shanshan looked at the golden statue, and said, "The 60-year period has almost come to an end, and now the ghost has appeared. I think it's time to wake him up. As long as he wakes up, everything will be fine."

"He? Who is he?" Reporter He Feng felt a little curious at the moment.

Wang Shanshan then glanced at He Feng: "Do me a favor and break the statue above."

"What?" He Feng was stunned for a moment, and he looked up at the golden statue: "You want to smash this statue? This, this is not very good."

No matter how ignorant he was, he knew that smashing the statues in the temple was a very taboo thing.

"It has to be done. This is the only way. The ghost is still in this community and will reappear at any time. The longer it drags on, the more dangerous it will be." Wang Shanshan said.

Although He Feng was a little confused, he still chose to trust this strange woman.

"Okay, since you said that, I'm not going to be polite, but as I said before, I won't be responsible for repairing the broken statue."

As he spoke, he climbed up to the high platform.

Zhang Wenwen was very surprised at the moment, because he had played here with his father when he was a child, and knew that the idol was a very special existence, not to mention breaking it, even if he wanted to touch it curiously, he would be beaten.

Unexpectedly, in today's situation, Sister Wang chose to smash it without hesitation.

"This statue... seems to be made of gold." He Feng tapped it a few times with an ax at the moment, and after leaving a little trace, he found that the inside was shining with gold, which was clearly gold.

He slashed hard a few more times.

However, the statue did not move at all, only a few holes were dented.

"No, this thing is too strong to break." He Feng said.

"Then just push it down." Wang Shanshan said indifferently: "Today, we must open it no matter what."

"Okay." He Feng put down the axe, then supported the statue with both hands and pushed hard.

The golden idol swayed, and it seemed hollow inside, not as heavy as imagined.

After pushing it a few times, He Feng found the trick and finally got the statue back from the high platform.

"It's about to fall, get out of the way, and be careful not to be hit." He Feng shouted.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the golden idol fell heavily to the ground. The ground was sunken and cracked, and the idol was distorted and deformed, and it no longer looked like it did before.

Then bright red blood flowed out from the collapsed idol, and the blood became more and more, gradually covering the entire ground.

Seeing such a strange scene, He Feng and Zhang Wenwen were at a loss.

But Wang Shanshan was very calm, she called softly: "Yang Jian."

However, the imagined situation did not appear, she did not call back the person from sixty years ago, the surroundings were still silent, and nothing unusual happened.

"Yang Jian." Wang Shanshan called out again.

However, the result was still the same. In the empty small temple, his voice echoed and then disappeared.

That person never showed up.

At this moment, Wang Shanshan smiled, with a tear in her smile: "He lied to me, Ah Wei, he lied to us, he is dead, he died sixty years ago, we are so stupid, we are always Hang on...but if he's dead, why am I still alive?"

However, Uncle Zhang was lying unconscious on the ground at this moment, unable to respond to Wang Shanshan's words.

"Sister Wang." Seeing Wang Shanshan crying, Zhang Wenwen panicked at the moment. He has lived to be over fifty years old in his life, and he has never seen Sister Wang like this.

"Yang Jian?" He Feng on the side was very surprised when he heard the name.

But before he could think about it, a voice suddenly came from outside the small temple: "Wang Shanshan, don't be so desperate, maybe things will turn around."

At this time, several people saw a hunched over, wrinkled old lady walking in at this moment.

"Aunt Jiang, why are you here? The neighborhood is very dangerous now, so stop running around and go back quickly." Zhang Wenwen said anxiously when he saw the old woman.

This Aunt Jiang is also an old man in the community. When she was young, she was friends with her father. Zhang Wenwen met him many times, so she knew something.

"I heard that the neighborhood is haunted, so I came here to take a look, Wang Shanshan, what's wrong with Ah Wei?" Aunt Jiang looked at Uncle Zhang who was lying unconscious on the ground and asked.

"I'm not in good health, so I tried to be brave. I took an ax to chop the ghost, but I couldn't stand still and fell down." Wang Shanshan said calmly: "At this age, it seems that the situation can't be relieved. Unless he shows up, he will be sent to the hospital." It's useless, what did you just say, there is still a turning point? Do you think he is still alive?"

"Zhang Liqin and I used to be responsible for recording all the things he experienced. Zhang Liqin died of illness more than 20 years ago. Now I am the only one who knows everything about him. I have copied that notebook more than 20 times, and I can't read it. A hundred times, no one in this world understands him better than me." Aunt Jiang said.

"And then?" Wang Shanshan asked.

Aunt Jiang said: "There is a trivial matter recorded in that notebook. He once changed his name to avoid spiritual attacks. Maybe his real name is no longer Yang Jian, so it is useless for you to call Yang Jian, you have to call Yang Jian." His real name."

"Real name? What is his real name, tell me." Wang Shanshan said immediately.

"I don't know." Aunt Jiang shook her head slightly: "It's not just me, even he himself doesn't know. There is only one person in this world who knows his real name."

Wang Shanshan gritted her teeth slightly and said, "Liu Xiaoyu?"

"Yes, Liu Xiaoyu changed his name himself. After the change, he asked Liu Xiaoyu to keep it a secret and let no one say anything." Aunt Jiang looked at the blood-oozing statue and couldn't help feeling sad.

"Call her and ask her." Wang Shanshan said.

Aunt Jiang said: "I already asked before I came here, but I couldn't find out. Liu Xiaoyu has dementia and has forgotten many things. She is currently receiving treatment in the hospital, but I believe she will record such important information. If she goes to If she looks at her family, she may be able to find clues."

"My legs and feet are inconvenient, I can't walk, you go."

"Okay, anyway, she lives in Dachang City, not far from here." Wang Shanshan said alive, and she was ready to leave immediately.

However, at this moment, the lights in the small temple flickered suddenly, and the lights of the oil lamps on the left and right were inexplicably dimmed.

Outside the small temple, there was a sound of heavy footsteps, and the heavy gate shook violently.

"Ghost?" Aunt Jiang glanced at Wang Shanshan.

"Well." Wang Shanshan said: "Ah Wei brought a few of them into contact with supernatural powers, and most of them have already been targeted. Just now, I used the ghost candle to drive away the ghosts for a short time. Now the ghosts must come again at this time.

I'm here, I can't leave here, as soon as I leave, Ah Wei will die. "

"Who is he?" Aunt Jiang pointed to He Feng who had just climbed down from the high platform.

"Old man, my name is He Feng, and I'm a reporter." He Feng hurriedly introduced himself.

Aunt Jiang said: "Tell him Liu Xiaoyu's address, let him go, young man, run fast, Wen Wen, a useless piece of trash, will stay and take care of Ah Wei."

Wang Shanshan took a look, as if asking what he meant.

He Feng gritted his teeth and said, "No problem, leave it to me, I promise to do it."

"Bring Ah Wei's ax to help you deal with ghosts, take the oil lamp, and light it up when you encounter strange phenomena, this will keep you from getting lost, Wen Wen, give him the oil lamp." Wang Shanshan immediately arranged.

"Okay, okay, Miss Wang." Zhang Wenwen handed over the golden oil lamp.

Holding these two items, He Feng felt somewhat safe in his heart.

Aunt Jiang told Liu Xiaoyu's address, and then said: "After running out of the Guanjiang community, find a way to get on the bus immediately, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Don't stop along the way, don't hesitate, if you encounter a ghost, use an ax to open the way , Once you find Yang Jian's real name, shout it out loud, don't be afraid of death, and don't try to escape, you've been targeted by ghosts, and there's no other way to survive except to wake him up."

"I understand." He Feng nodded.

"Let's do it, go through the back door." Wang Shanshan urged.

"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to complete this task, so please persevere."

He Feng glanced at the unconscious Uncle Zhang, then at the mysterious woman Wang Shanshan who had saved him just now, and finally left quickly through the back door without looking back.

Although his calf was still bleeding and suffered some injuries, they were all flesh wounds, and there were no muscle or bone injuries. In addition, he was young and strong, so it didn't affect him at all.

It's just that He Feng himself didn't understand why he took on such a dangerous task.

But some instinct told him that it was the right thing to do.

If such horrible ghosts were allowed to wander in the city, I don't know how many people would die.

"Something has to be done by someone." He Feng held the red ax in his hand tightly, restless in his heart.

He just wants everything to go well and nothing to go wrong.

There are a group of people in the small temple waiting for him to save his life, and even the safety of the entire community and the entire city is tied to him.

As a third-rate reporter, he somewhat has a sense of responsibility and justice in his heart, but the long hours of ordinary work and life have gradually obliterated these things, but this does not mean that he is willing to always be like this.

When times change drastically, He Feng is also willing to step forward.