absurd deduction game.

On the shore, Luo Yan was holding the oil paper bag thrown to him by Yu Xing, and felt that he was so busy that he wished he had two more arms.

After those curse-filled tentacles abducted more than half of the people, only four people were left on the shore. He was responsible for stabilizing the formation, and was also assigned by Yu Xing the task of "controlling" the extremely evil ghost. He himself had not yet healed from his injuries, and for a moment he wanted to just close his eyes and go into the water with everyone.

Of course, just thinking about it.

Although he had experience in water, he was even more indispensable on the shore at this moment. The oil-paper bag was given to him not because Yu Xing had the best relationship with him, but because the magic he learned since childhood could help him quickly understand the boundaries of control and be most efficient.

Fortunately, Ren Yi no longer needed to trap the wealthy businessmen with blood words. With his hands free, the multifunctional boss with facial paralysis took a knife and slashed his arm. Fresh blood flowed out desperately, and he wrote a ghost-suppressing formula in the air, which was then firmly imprinted on the invisible boundary of the formation, making Luo Yan feel a lot more relaxed.

Zhao Ruru wailed: "This is too much, too much. At least leave Brother Zhao Mou here! How are we, a bunch of weaklings, going to face the flood head-on—"

Ren Yi reminded seriously: "Zhao Mou is also a weakling." At least a little weaker than him.

Quinn, who is not weak at all: "..."

Haha, really interesting, is this how you Chinese people are modest? Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I am also a Chinese citizen.

Quinn, who was about to refute this topic, closed his mouth silently, used a phosphorescent flame to force the river water back several meters, and stood in front of the four people.

It was rare for him not to have to worry about Nie Lang, a bomb that could explode at any time, and he relaxed a little. The wooden table in front of him happened to be intact under their special protection, so he picked up a magic weapon and asked, "Can I use this?"

Luo Yan only took a glance and hesitated: "Can you?"

The table is filled with magical weapons he collected that have a certain suppressing and influencing effect on ghosts. At this moment, it is better than nothing. If he didn't have to take care of both ends at the same time, he should use these magical weapons himself.

"I'm very interested in Chinese metaphysics. I've studied it for a long time and only learned a little bit!" Quinn fiddled with a peach wood sword excitedly. Seeing that Luo Yan didn't say no, he took the peach wood and performed a spell in a very serious manner.

As it turned out, the "fur" he mentioned was not reliable.

The information Zhao Mou found that showed that "Quinn was very proficient in Chinese folk customs and related knowledge" was correct.

A bolt of lightning was drawn down from the dark sky. There was a loud rumbling sound at first, as if a divine punishment was coming. Then, a thick chain of lightning struck down at a high speed, heading towards Quinn.

Quinn was not panicked. He pointed the sword forward, and the lightning filled with righteousness struck the water in front of him according to his command.

Zhao Ruru: "No, wait a minute, water can conduct electricity——"

They all had one foot in the water, why would they attract thunder at this time!

"No hurry!" Quinn turned his wrist, and the thunder changed direction again, this time heading towards the water ghosts floating towards the shore from the river.

At the same time, eerie flames shot out from his palms. They didn't seem to have much killing power, but when the thunder fell, it locked the tremendous energy into the bodies of the ghosts and did not spread out.

The water ghosts and corpses were scattered all over the place, turned into ashes and disappeared in the river. Only then did the rest of the people breathe a sigh of relief.

Quinn scratched his head: "I'm sorry, my captain always refused to give me this kind of sacrifice and props. This is my first time touching a peach wood sword. I was so excited that I didn't pay attention to the physics knowledge."

Ren Yi: "Yan Li is thoughtful."

Sure enough, the most famous team members in the deduction system basically all have their own serious illnesses.

Zhao Ruru shook the bell and silently took a few steps back.

In fact, the current situation is not as easy as they appear.

More and more things crawled out of the water, as if endless.

Those things looked like Jiang Su's dead followers, but also like part of Jiang Su. Compared with ordinary water ghosts and corpses, they carried more pollution, not to mention that they were so densely packed that they could easily arouse fear in people.

The four people who stayed on the shore soon felt that their mental state was not normal, as if their humanity was being eaten away bit by bit by something.

It's creepy and sends chills down my spine.

The extremely evil ghost had finally had enough of torturing Master Wanban, or rather, it felt that there was not much point in torturing Master Wanban, who was seriously injured and not quite in his right mind. Even his regrets were vague and could not offset the pain of their death at all.

It had pulled out all of Master Wanban's teeth one by one, but Master Wanban no longer had the strength to scream loudly and was not satisfied.

It also peeled off the skin of the Master of All Things, but there was no needle and thread here, and its broken and ugly ghost hands could not do the delicate work of sewing the skin and other things together.

Forget it, so be it.

The extremely evil ghost, whose resentment could not be dispelled, gave up on Master Wanban and threw his flesh and blood into the pile of heads on the river.

Suddenly, pairs of pale arms stretched out from under the piled-up hair of the human heads, scrambling to tear the pile of rotten flesh. Almost instantly, chunks of flesh, bones, brain matter and the like were disassembled. No idea at what moment Master Wanban completely lost his perception.

After getting rid of Master Wanban, the extremely evil ghost looked back.

Its eyes reflected Luo Yan, who had been urging it to act based on its fate. The feeling of suppressing its nature and being implicitly guided to do things was very bad. Malice and resentment emanated from its asymmetrical eyes, almost solidifying into substance.

Then, it noticed the town behind Luo Yan and the others.

It was dark in advance, and the townspeople of Fengtou Town lit up the lanterns in front of their houses according to past experience. There was no one on the street, and everyone huddled in their rooms, hugging their loved ones or themselves, waiting for tomorrow or the end of the world with panic and confusion about the huge movement outside the town.

Luo Yan and his group were the only living people within the reach of the extremely sinister ghost, and they were soaked all over.

But behind them, beyond the boundary line of the formation protection, the road leading to the town was still dry, and even the heavy rain was blocked out.

At a certain moment, the stitched-together soul developed a strange feeling. It didn't know what emotion it was other than resentment, but it made a decision: to temporarily follow the ideas of these humans.

It has no other obsessions.

The extremely sinister ghost turned its head back, and the negative energy on its body increased instead of decreased, and dived into the river. Those water ghosts who were equally unwilling actually opened their eyes wide, as if they instantly regained the fear before death and recalled the past.

Before they died, they too had floated on the same turbulent and rough waters.

People kept shouting "Help", "The flood is coming", "Save my children". Houses were broken, and people standing on the roofs slipped and fell, and were washed away by the strong current. Some of them sank while struggling, and some suddenly hit hard objects and disappeared in an instant.

They are so scared.

When it sank, it was pitch black all around, without any light at all.

They sank into the mud and lost all senses. They only knew that they were buried deeper and deeper, and under the watchful eye of time, they gradually became unbelievably deep.

Then, they fall out of the mud.

At the very bottom, they were reawakened by a force and opened their rotten eyes.

There was a temple there, and a small clay figure fell on the open space in front of the temple.

The clay figurine was covered in filth, with pieces of corpse mud here and fish bones there. The grotesque face was carved with a large upturned mouth, as if the owner, who was not good at carving, had casually carved it and then discarded it.

Seeing the falling corpses, the clay man remained motionless and silent, just staring at them with his empty eye sockets, silently gazing at these remains buried in greed, anger, ignorance and resentment.

The rotten corpses did not die in the fish's belly. Instead, they merged little by little under the feet of the clay man, stuffing the dirty greed on the water surface into the clay man's body.

The corners of its mouth gradually flattened.

Its eyes gradually became silent.

Its body gradually grew larger.

Its consciousness gradually became cloudy.

It changed from a dirty but happy little clay figurine to a self-molded clay shell statue.

It walked into the temple, sat on the altar, its internal organs were filthy, and the god resented the world.

……

"There!" The siren couldn't tell how far she had swum downstream. Maybe she had swam from the human world to hell before she finally saw the bottom.

There was a temple as dilapidated as a ruin, just like what was seen in the stage world, but without the dramatic processing, it was even more dilapidated and ordinary than the temples in the stage world.

There are no "torches" to create a sense of mystery. It is just a relic that was not submerged in an unknown era.

...at least that's what it looks like.

Instead, everyone became extremely alert.

The water flow behind them calmed down inexplicably. Nie Lang, who was in charge of tearing the water ghosts apart at the end of the team, felt it most directly - the corpses they were chasing like mad dogs stopped here.

They hung quietly in place, their long-rotten faces facing the people above the temple, and fell into silence.

He just kept staring, causing the chill in everyone's heart to accumulate.

Yu Xing was reminded of some bad memories. He pressed his forehead helplessly and was the first to continue to swim downstream: "Don't look. Didn't you know that the bottom was the most dangerous before you came down?"

Guijiu sneered and immediately followed, easily surpassing Yu Xing and the Siren and landing in the open space in front of the temple.

"Ajiu!" Zhao Mou was still more worried than having a headache, so he hurriedly accelerated. The others also knew that time was precious, so they were no longer nervous and followed him.

As soon as they landed, everyone found that they could actually stand here - the same way as on the shore.

The pressure and buoyancy of the water flow disappeared at this moment. Although he was still surrounded by water, he was strangely able to walk using his legs.

After I stood firm and looked up, the temple seemed to have become taller.

(End of this chapter)