Chapter 1600: Old name: New name

Several people gasped and fled from the dangerous area without any danger.

At this moment, they followed Wang Shanshan to the small temple to rest.

The temple is not big, with oil lamps on both sides, and on the high platform in the middle of the temple is a golden statue of god. The statue looks like a young man, with an eye on his forehead, holding a spear in his hand, his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping.

Put Awei down.Wang Shanshan said in a cold tone.

He Feng carefully put down Uncle Zhang behind him, but Uncle Zhang's face was still ugly, his teeth were closed, and his breathing was weak.

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

He Feng said: Call an ambulance and send him to the hospital for emergency treatment. The old man is very dangerous at the age of age.

It's useless. It's haunted here and the ambulance cannot come. Even if it comes, it will be killed by the ghosts outside. Unless you carry him to the back door, it's time-consuming and Awei may not be able to hold on.

Wang Shanshan said with a calm expression: And compared to this, there is one thing to do. If everything goes well, Awei will be fine.

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

Wang Shanshan looked at the golden statue and said: The sixty-year deadline has almost arrived, and now the ghost has appeared. I think it is time to wake him up. As long as he can wake him up, there is no problem.

he?who is he.Reporter He Feng was a little curious at this moment.

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

What?He Feng was stunned for a moment. He looked up at the golden statue of god: Want to break this statue?This, this is not very good.

No matter how hard he didn't understand, he knew that breaking the statue of the gods in the temple was a very taboo thing.

This must be done, this is the only way. The ghost is still in this community and will appear again at any time. The longer the delay, the more dangerous it is.Wang Shanshan said.

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

OK, since you said that, I'm not polite, but before that, I'm not responsible for repairing this statue of god.

He said as he climbed up the platform.

Zhang Wenwen was very surprised at this moment because he came here with his father when he was a child and knew that the statue of the god was a very special existence. Not to mention breaking it, even if he wanted to touch it, he would be beaten.

Unexpectedly, in this situation today, Sister Wang chose to break it without hesitation.

This statue of god... seems to be made of gold.He Feng knocked on the axe a few times at this moment. After leaving a little trace, he found that it was golden light inside, which was clearly gold.

He slashed hard a few more times.

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

No, this thing is too strong and cannot be broken.He Feng said.

Then just push it down.Wang Shanshan said coldly: I have to open it no matter what.

All right.He Feng put down the axe, then held the statue with both hands and pushed it hard.

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

After pushing it a few times in a row, He Feng found the trick and finally pushed the statue off the platform.

It's going to fall, you can get out of the way and be careful of being hit.He Feng shouted.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the golden statue of the god fell heavily to the ground, the ground was sunken and cracked, and the statue of the god was twisted and deformed, and it no longer looked like it was before.

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

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

But Wang Shanshan was very calm and she shouted softly: Yang Jian.

However, the imagined situation did not happen. She did not call back the person from sixty years ago. There was still silence around her and nothing abnormal happened.

Yang Jian.Wang Shanshan shouted again.

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

That person never showed up.

At this moment, Wang Shanshan smiled, and a trace of tears fell in her smile: He lied to me, Awei, he lied to us, he was dead, he was already dead sixty years ago, we are so stupid, we are actually waiting... But if he really dies, why am I still alive?

However, Mr. Zhang was lying on the ground and unconscious, and could not respond to Wang Shanshan's words.

Sister Wang.When Zhang Wenwen saw Wang Shanshan crying, he was a little panicked at this moment. He lived to be over fifty in his life and had never seen Sister Wang like this.

Yang Jian?He Feng, who was standing beside him, was surprised to hear 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 an old woman with a hunched back and wrinkled face walked in at this moment.

Aunt Jiang, why are you here? The community is very dangerous now, so don’t run around, hurry up and go back.Zhang Wenwen said anxiously when he saw this old lady.

Aunt Jiang is also an old man in the community. When she was young, she was a friend of her father. Zhang Wenwen has seen her many times, so she knows some things.

I heard that the community was haunted, so I came over and saw, Wang Shanshan, what's wrong with Awei?Aunt Jiang looked at Uncle Zhang who was unconscious on the ground and asked.

I was in poor health and insisted on showing off my strength. I took the axe to chop the ghost, but fell down without standing firmly.Wang Shanshan quickly recovered from peace and said: At this age, it seems that the situation will not be able to recover. Unless he appears, it will be useless to send him to the hospital. What did you say just now? There is still a turning point?Do you think he is still alive?

Zhang Liqin and I were in charge of recording everything he had experienced. Zhang Liqin died of illness more than 20 years ago. Now I only know that he is all about me. I copied that note more than 20 times and read it no less than a hundred times. No one in this world knows him better than me.Aunt Jiang said.

Then what?Wang Shanshan asked.

Aunt Jiang said: That note records a trivial matter. He once changed his name to avoid supernatural attacks. Maybe his real name is no longer Yang Jian, so it is useless to call Yang Jian, so it is necessary to call him his real name.

Real name?What is his real name? Tell me.Wang Shanshan said immediately.

I have no idea.Aunt Jiang shook her head slightly: Not only me, but he doesn’t even know it. There is only one person in this world who knows his real name.

Wang Shanshan gritted her teeth and said: Liu Xiaoyu?

Yes, his name was changed by Liu Xiaoyu himself. After the modification, he asked Liu Xiaoyu to hide it and no one would say.Aunt Jiang couldn't help but feel sad when she looked at the blood-seeking statue.

Call her and ask her.Wang Shanshan said.

Aunt Jiang said: I have asked before I came here, but I can't find it. Liu Xiaoyu has Alzheimer's disease and has forgotten a lot of things. She is now receiving treatment in the hospital. However, I believe she will definitely record such important information. If she goes to her house to look for it, she may find clues.

My legs and feet are inconvenient and I can’t walk, so you can go.

OK, she lives in Dachang City anyway, not far from here.Wang Shanshan said, she was about to set off immediately.

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

Outside the small temple, a heavy footsteps sounded, and the heavy door swayed violently.

ghost?Aunt Jiang glanced at Wang Shanshan.

Um.Wang Shanshan said: Awei and his few people have come into contact with supernatural beings, and most of them have been targeted. I just used the ghost candle to briefly drive away the evil ghost. Now at this time, the ghost must have come again. I can't leave here. Once I leave, Awei is dead.

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

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

Aunt Jiang said: Tell him Liu Xiaoyu's address and let him go. Young man, run fast, Wenwen, this useless waste, stay to take care of Awei.

Wang Shanshan glanced at him and seemed to be asking what he meant.

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

Bring Awei's axe can help you deal with ghosts. Take the oil lamp and ignite it directly when you encounter a strange phenomenon. This will prevent you from getting lost. Wenwen, give him the oil lamp.Wang Shanshan immediately arranged.

OK, OK, Sister Wang.Zhang Wenwen handed over the golden oil lamp.

He Feng felt a little safe in his heart when he held these two things.

Aunt Jiang told Liu Xiaoyu's address and said: After running out of the Guanjiang community, find a way to take the bus immediately. Don't stop all the way, don't hesitate. If you encounter a ghost, use an axe 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 have been targeted by the ghost and have no other way to survive except to awaken him.

I see.He Feng nodded.

Take action and walk through the back door.Wang Shanshan urged.

Don't worry, I will definitely complete this task, so please hold on.

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

Although his calf was still bleeding and he suffered some injuries, he was all injured in some flesh and blood, and his muscles were not damaged. In addition, he was young and strong, so it did not affect him at all.

But He Feng himself didn't understand why he took on such a dangerous task.

But some intuition told him that it was right to do so.

If such a terrifying ghost thing was allowed to wander around the city, I don’t know how many people would die.

Some things have to be done.He Feng held the red axe in his hand tightly, feeling restless inside.

He just hopes that everything goes well and never make any mistakes.

There is a group of people in the small temple waiting for me to help me, and even the safety of the entire community and the entire city is dependent on me.

As a third-rate journalist, he has a sense of responsibility and justice in his heart. However, his long-term ordinary work and life have gradually erased these things, but this does not mean that he is willing to do so.

When times change, He Feng is willing to stand up.