The weird evil god is condescending, and his eyes are so real that it makes people uncomfortable. Shen Nanzhi only glanced at it, and she immediately had the urge to exit the temple. She couldn't help but reach out and pull a handful of Jinhe who was about to light the sandalwood, and winked at her. "Listen to the sound from behind. A new group of players have arrived. Let's just wait and see what happens." He Xianyue also led Lin Chuan and Lin Que to hide in the side hall. "Where is your sandalwood?" A woman in strange clothes stopped the three of them. The leading man immediately took out the incense they bought at the market. "We're holding it, sister." The woman glanced at him coldly, looking extremely embarrassed to speak. Finally she lowered her hand and signaled they could go in. Shen Nanzhi looked through the crack in the door and saw two men and one woman, both of whom were not too old. They imitated the local residents in kowtowing and worshiping Buddha, chanting those few characters. A piece of gray incense ash fell. The scarlet incense head reflects the eyes of believers. After the three people knelt down and worshiped, they did not leave in a hurry. Instead, they whispered in the hall.

But the distance was too far for them to hear clearly. Lin Que's face turned pale. "What did you hear?" Shen Nanzhi asked in a low voice, and the other people also turned their eyes to him. “They say that smelling the sandalwood after kneeling down feels like it’s recharging the body.” "Fuck." Lin Chuan couldn't help but say dirty words as he remembered the injuries He Xianyue suffered at the hands of that woman. "It's over, they don't have any Buddha strings in their hands, it seems they almost narrowly escaped death. The three of them discussed in silence for a while, and seemed to realize that something was wrong, and hesitantly stepped out of the temple. "Take care of the sandalwood in your hands first." Jin He remembered what they did before they were excluded from the temple. "Should it be broken directly?" When the three of them stepped out of the palace door, the usually cold-faced woman smiled warmly at them and bowed slightly. "God will bless you." They returned along the bluestone road and exited the copper gate. All three of them felt uneasy. "How about we go back to the temple first? Although the temple is very strange, I always feel scared when I walk outside." "I feel so too!" A gust of knife wind came, and the oldest man among them groaned in pain, his eyes widened, and his body was split in half by the sharp ax blade. What followed was a swift and suppressive killing spree. "The angry Miss He is really not pretty at all." The woman glanced at Fu Huai coldly. "How does it feel to be cast into a Buddha statue? Do you understand why it can't bless you?" She smiled brightly, her eyes cold. "You can easily die if you talk too much." Unfortunately, this person did not meet the sacrifice requirements... "Don't resist me so much. You like killing, and so do I. From this point of view, our hobbies are exactly the same."

The woman couldn't stand his frivolous attitude, so she struck him horizontally. Before he could get closer, a hard line wrapped around her neck, pulling her back forcefully. Her neck was her most vulnerable point, and the familiar feeling of suffocation further angered the woman in white. She raised her hand and prepared to tear off the silver thread with force. The thread seemed to have life force, leaving her body in an instant and surrounding the man. "I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm to you, I'm just expressing some love. After all, who wouldn't want to take a second look at a beautiful young lady?" "I'm sick." Her body suddenly stiffened and turned into a blue mist that dissipated. Fu Huai knew what was about to happen. "It looks like someone is going to die again. The end of the game is not far away." Shen Nanzhi and others were stopped by the woman at the door because they did not light incense.