Chapter 15
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The thing in his hand was half a wet rattan and a lump of wet soil. There was also a few inches of green grass hanging on it.
"What's going on?"
Shen Luo hurriedly threw away the item in his hand. After a quick glance at his surroundings, the remnants of his sleepiness instantly disappeared.
He wasn't on the bed in his room. Instead, he was sitting on the muddy ground in the wilderness.
Shen Luo got up with an ugly look on his face. He looked around.
He found that there were weeds on both sides of the place where he was lying. The sound of insects was rising and falling. He could vaguely see a muddy path that could only allow one person to pass through. He didn't know where it led. As for the places slightly further away, it was completely covered in a faint mist, causing one's vision to be even more obstructed. It was impossible to see anything clearly.
Shen Luo slapped his cheeks hard with both of his palms. The burning pain told him that he was not dreaming at this moment.
"What's going on? I was sleeping in my room. How did I suddenly come to this place? Could it be that I was secretly kidnapped from the Spring and Autumn Temple? "
Thinking of this, Shen Luo hurriedly checked the clothes on his body. He then lifted his sleeve and carefully looked at the symbol of the Temple of Spring and Autumn on his sleeve. He moved his hands and feet. His heart relaxed.
He vaguely remembered that he was too tired yesterday. So, he went to sleep with his clothes on. His clothes didn't change. His body didn't feel strange either.
Shen Luo was full of doubts. But, he knew that the most important thing now was to figure out where he was.
He forced himself to calm down. He looked around again.
There was a cold aura in the air. It was obviously summer. But, it was as cold as late autumn. He felt that his clothes were thin. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on his outer robe.
Shen Luo suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and looked at the sky.
The sky was like a boundless black curtain. There was only a crescent moon hanging in the sky. It cast some dim light. It was obviously still night.
At this time, a burst of wind came from afar. It sounded like the crying of ghosts. It blew away a lot of the fog. He could finally see some vague things.
He took a deep breath and carefully walked along the path.
Not long after, flat land began to appear on both sides of the road. In some places, there were even rows of crops. It looked like fields.
The soil on the fields without crops was fluffy, indicating that they had been plowed not long ago during the day.
Seeing this, Shen Luo's mood relaxed a little.
Since there were fields and signs of people living here, he shouldn't be in any danger. Although he didn't know why he came here for no reason, he didn't have time to think about it.
He quickened his pace and continued to walk along the country road.
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The night fog gradually thinned, and the distant scenery gradually came into view.
About a mile ahead, he could vaguely see some sparse houses built against the mountain. There were also a few scattered lights, which looked a little blurry.
Seeing this, Shen Luo was overjoyed.
As long as he went to the house over there, he should be able to figure out where he was.
With this thought in mind, he felt that the distant lights seemed to bring some warmth to him, and his footsteps unconsciously quickened.
Not long after, he was less than a hundred feet away from the place where the lights came from.
This was a small mountain village. The village wasn't big, and there were only a dozen or so households.
But at this time, it was late at night, and the village was quiet everywhere. It looked dark, and only a little light came from the house in the middle of the village.
Shen Luo walked along the path to the entrance of the village. He paused a little to make sure that he didn't see any villagers. Then, he walked into the mountain village. But before he walked a few steps, he felt a pain in his foot. It was as if he had kicked something.
That thing rolled a few feet away.
He was startled and looked down. He saw that it was half a dirty wooden stake. Not far from his foot, there was another half.
At first glance, these two wooden stakes didn't seem to be ordinary things. There were some familiar strange patterns engraved on the surface.
Shen Luo looked carefully and found that these patterns were actually made up of runes.
He frowned and bent down. He picked up the half of the wooden stake under his foot and looked at it carefully.
The runes on the wooden stake looked very crude. They were far less complicated than the talismans he had drawn. But, the wooden stake was strangely twisted and gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.
He had only taken a few glances when he suddenly felt dizzy. He hurriedly turned his head away, his heart filled with shock.
The runes on the wooden stake had such a strange ability. He didn't know what would happen if he drew them on a talisman paper.
Shen Luo's mind was filled with random thoughts. He silently operated the Small Yang Art, and made a Yang Qi flow from his lower abdomen to his right hand. It made his palm slightly warm.
Then, he reached out and touched the runes on the wooden stake. He didn't feel anything strange, so he quickly withdrew his hand.
Shen Luo hesitated for a moment. Then, he threw the half of the wooden stake in his hand away and strode towards the house with the lights.
Now was not the time to delay. It wouldn't be too late to study it after he figured out the situation.
He came to an empty space in front of the house and stopped again.
There was a collapsed shrine in front of the house.
Under the weak light from the window, Shen Luo could clearly see that the shrine was as tall as a person. It was pitch black and had no memorial tablet. There was only an incense burner lying on the ground. The incense ashes were scattered all over the ground.
What he cared about was that there were runes engraved on the shrine. They were very similar to the ones on the wooden stake at the entrance of the village. But, the runes here were as red as blood. It looked as if they were drawn with blood. It looked a little scary.
Shen Luo stared at the shrine. His face was gloomy and uncertain.
Right at this moment, gusts of cold night wind blew, causing several large trees near the house to rustle. Large amounts of leaves fluttered down from the sky.
A large amount of fog was also carried by the wind. It rolled outside the village. The dim light in front of the house suddenly became dimmer. The houses of the other villagers also became hazy. It seemed as if they would disappear in the fog at any time.
Shen Luo felt that the air around him seemed to have become colder. His body temperature was dropping rapidly, and his limbs felt a little numb in the wind. He could only take a deep breath and temporarily put aside some of the worries in his heart. He walked a few steps to the door with the light on.
He raised his hand and was about to knock on the door. But, his movement froze. Then, he slowly withdrew his hand.
Shen Luo's face showed a little suspicion. His nose twitched twice. He lowered his head and looked at the ground. His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle's eye.
He saw a stream of black blood gushing out from the crack of the door. It almost spread to his feet. It exuded a pungent smell of blood.
Shen Luo's face turned pale. He immediately turned around and ran in the direction he had come from.
"Whooshing" the sound of the wind was ringing in his ears. His breath became unusually cold. It seemed as if a few knives were constantly rubbing and scraping inside his mouth.
Shen Luo felt that he had never run so fast in his life. He felt as if his chest would explode. He ran to the entrance of the village in the blink of an eye. But, he didn't stop. He wanted to rush out of the village in one breath.
"Bang" a loud sound was heard.
His body suddenly became sluggish, and he fell straight to the ground, even leaving a deep mark on the ground that was five feet long.
Shen Luo felt that his whole body was stiff and ice-cold. He felt as if there was something cold on his chest. It was squirming against his skin.
Shen Luo issued a low roar from his throat. He desperately clenched his fists. He regained some strength. He suddenly tore open the front of his clothes. He opened his eyes wide and looked down.
He didn't know when two exceptionally clear black handprints had appeared on his chest. They were the size of an ordinary person. They were pitch-black like ink. They were moving upward at a very fast speed. Wherever they passed, they were unusually cold. Every inch of his skin was covered with goosebumps. They climbed to the sides of his neck in the blink of an eye.
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