Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 213 Can't Go Back

When people heard Shi Fei's words, a low sigh came from the crowd, as if the despair that had been suppressed for a long time finally found an outlet at this moment.

A ragged middle-aged man shook his head and said bitterly, "We can't go back... They took away our water and food. The court officials are still there, arresting people to repair the Dragon King Temple. Even if we escape back, we won't be able to survive."

"Yes, the Dragon King Temple is a place where people are eaten without leaving any bones!" Another thin young man said angrily: "Since last year, many people have been forcibly taken to repair the temple, but no one has ever returned! I heard that there...there are monsters there!"

During this natural disaster, they stored food, dug cellars, stored clean water, and tried their best to survive, but in the end they were pulled out of their corners like rats.

Several yamen runners were as ferocious as wild dogs and easily defeated them. They tried to resist, but were beaten to the ground by the powerful yamen runners, and several of them even died in the chaos.

In order to survive, they withheld their food rations every day and were starving. How could dozens of people defeat six yamen runners? Some of them were beaten to death by the runners!
After all the food was looted, the yamen runners forced them to carry the little remaining food all the way here from a remote place.

Now, the food has been exhausted and they can't go back. The Dragon King Temple has become their only place to go, but what kind of place is that?
I only see people going in, but no one coming out!
There is a dead end in front and there is a dead end behind!

Shi Fei looked in the direction they pointed and vaguely saw a group of low buildings in the distance. Shrouded in the gloomy rain, it looked particularly strange.

The Dragon King Temple is naturally related to the Dragon King!

He sneered and said jokingly, "My name is Zhang Zongchang, and I have a way to deal with the Dragon King Temple."

Zhang Zongchang?
The young man who was rescued by Shi Fei felt that this name... was quite nice.

Is his last name also Zhang?
"I'm going to take a look at the Dragon King Temple. You guys hide nearby and come back after I clean up the Dragon King Temple!" Shi Fei said to the people he rescued.

Save people to the end and don't abandon them.

"Well...you have to be careful!" someone reminded in a low voice.

"If it doesn't work, let's think of a solution!" another person echoed.

"Hey! I..."

Several people talked at once, but only the young man said, "I want to go with you!"

"What are you going to do?" Shi Fei patted the boy's head and said, "You go with them, I'll be back soon!"

After saying that, Shi Fei walked towards the temple in the distance.

The others saw Shi Fei disappear in the blink of an eye. They looked at the body of the yamen runner on the ground, then looked at Shi Fei, then looked at the heavy rain in the sky, feeling somewhat bewildered.

Their only hope is that Shi Fei will overturn the Dragon King Temple so that they can survive!

“…We can’t just sit there and wait for death!”

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence. It was Yan Sanqin who spoke, his eyes gleaming with determination: "Since we can't survive, we're going to die anyway, so we might as well fight them!"

Now there is no food, hope is on Shi Fei. Although Shi Fei's skills are very powerful, the Dragon King Temple is just as scary. What if Shi Fei doesn't come back?

What do they do?
They have no food, there is no village or shop nearby, and there is no human habitation within a hundred miles. How are they supposed to survive?
We can’t... kill each other and eat each other when we’re hungry!
"Yes! Why not fight them!" Another man also said weakly with his eyes wide open. His name was Zhao Jiushu, who had studied for a few years but was now starving to the point of skin and bones. He also thought of this, and hunger was like a wildfire in their hearts.

If they don't find a solution, they will all die!

Although his voice was weak, it carried an unyielding strength: "I read in a book that two thousand years ago, Chen Sheng and Wu Guang were also like this. If we die now, we will die too. If we carry out a great plan, we will die too. Is it okay to wait for death and die with the country?"

Their words were like a spark, instantly igniting the grievances and anger in the hearts of dozens of people present!
Compared with those who died of starvation, thirst, cannibalism, looting, or death while fleeing, they were very lucky and lived very hard.

They tried everything to survive, but they couldn't survive!

In this world, there is no way for them to survive!
They are also human beings. Who can understand the hatred in their hearts?
"Okay! Well said!"

"I've been thinking about this for a long time!"

"I have nothing but my life."

They all responded to the words of Yan Sanqin and Zhao Jiushu. The resentment that had been accumulating for many days finally erupted at this moment.

As long as they had a bite to eat, they would be willing to live. But now, even the last bite of food has been taken away. They can only fight desperately, even if there is an unknown fear ahead!
Shi Fei didn't know that those people had changed after he left. He came to a strange temple, and the scene in front of him was very uncomfortable.

The temple covers a large area and consists of a main hall and several side halls. The entire building is shrouded in a gloomy mist, as if it is out of tune with the surrounding reality. The walls of the temple are covered with unknown vines, and the branches and leaves of the vines are an unnatural dark purple, as if they are slowly crawling.

There was an indescribable stench in the air, like the smell of rotten fish mixed with rust, which was disgusting.

Inside the temple, Qing Dynasty soldiers and yamen runners with pigtails shuttled back and forth, with numb expressions and empty eyes, as if they were controlled by some indescribable force.

What is even more disturbing is that there are many foreigners in the temple wearing strange robes. Their presence is incompatible with this ancient oriental temple, but they blend into it strangely.

Some of the foreigners were wearing black velvet robes and looked like Germans. They had stern faces, blood-red crosses embroidered on their chests, and their eyes revealed an almost fanatical piety.

Others wore grey velvet robes and looked like Celts, with crazy piety in their eyes and dark blue crosses on their chests.

Although the two groups of people coexisted peacefully on the surface, the hostility between them was surging like an undercurrent, and the occasional glances between them were full of vigilance and suspicion.

The main hall of the temple is the core of the entire building and also the most bizarre place.

There were nine huge brass pillars in the hall, with twisted runes carved on their surfaces. The runes seemed to glow faintly in the darkness, emitting a dizzying evil aura. The pillars were arranged in a fan shape, as if guarding the huge pit in the center.

The deep pit was filled with black liquid. That liquid looked neither like water nor oil, but a substance that could not be explained by common sense.

Sometimes it is as calm as a mirror, and sometimes it shows strange ripples, as if some giant creature is wriggling in the depths.

Occasionally, a few bubbles would appear on the surface of the liquid. When the bubbles burst, a low humming sound would be heard in the air, like the sigh of some ancient creature.

(End of this chapter)