Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

Ma Sanyuan, who had just landed, shuddered.

A strange glance around.

"How can it be so cold..."

The wind just now is no longer like the temperature that autumn should have.

The cold is a bit biting.

This gust of wind also made Ma Sanyuan sober.

He turned his head and glanced at the Tianjun Temple.

In this darkness, it seemed to have turned into a beast of cannibalism.

Countless eyes were looking through the darkness...staring at him.

For no reason,

Ma Sanyuan felt a chill.

It seems... there are really gods watching his every move.

He swallowed.

Snorted coldly:

"People are scary, scary to death, there are no ghosts, they are all fake things."

"Lord Taizu said it is good, hit all the monsters, ghosts and snakes!"

He strengthened himself.

Gritting his teeth, turning his head, carrying the statue on his back, walked towards the road far away.

He dared not run from the square.

Deliberately walked around in the woods in front of Tianjun Temple,

The wind blew the leaves, making a rattling noise.

The person who listened was chilly.

Ma Sanyuan moved slowly, leaning against a tree to rest.

Touched the sweat on his face.

its not right.

It is reasonable to say that with such a weight, I shouldn't have just walked these steps and just breathed like this.

Could it be that your body is too weak? Or is it because you are too tired, so you have an illusion?

Don't know why.

He always felt that the sculpture behind him was looking at him.

And...this was originally nothing more than a few jins, so every step I took, it seemed to be heavier than it was at the beginning.

He took a few heavy breaths.

I'm afraid of accidents after stopping for too long.

Take a short break.

Ma Sanyan started to hit the road again.

Red Moonlight didn't know when, it pierced through the clouds and mist.

Shining in this woods.

The originally warm woods suddenly became weird.

The shadow of each big tree seemed to have become a vicious ghost, roaring, roaring, and rushing towards him.

Ma Sanyuan resisted fear and ignored these shadows.

He closed his eyes and walked with his head down.

As everyone knows, on his back.

Above the clay sculpture, Zuo Chen was looking at him with a crowd of ghosts and gods.

"There is foulness on his head, and a demon in his heart. He is fascinated by the demon."

Zuo Chen said softly.

"Oh, it's sigh that everyone in the world says that gods are good, but they can't forget their fame."

"It's so hard to reincarnate for several lifetimes before becoming a human body, so why bother."

Cui Yu sighed and the red robe screamed.

"Human nature is good, it's just a walk in the world, right and wrong, good and evil, are already doomed."

"Since you want this sculpture so much, give it to you."

Zuo Chen shook his head and whispered, a cyan light flicked across his fingers, and he pointed towards Ma Sanyuan.

Suddenly.

Ma Sanyuan felt a little staggered.

"Weird, this... why is this thing heavy again!"

Ma Sanyuan murmured, this increase in weight can be clearly felt even if he is an ordinary person.

"No way, put this thing down first."

He pressed his back against the tree trunk again, and with the strength of the tree trunk, he began to untie the buckles made of black threads.

Um?

He did it for ten seconds.

The whole person was dumbfounded.

This button has become tighter and tighter!

He was a little breathless in Dule.

How is this going.

This kind of black wire can be torn apart with his hands on weekdays.

But now, he has exhausted all his strength, and he can't help it.

This is so...when did the boss become so conscientious!

What kind of material are these stockings made of!

He took a knife from his pocket.

Since he dared to steal something, he naturally had to make enough preparations.

The blade was scratched on the black silk.

A little spark came out unexpectedly.

Nima...

Ma Sanyuan is completely stupid now.

This thing... is it really black wire! You say it is black steel! It's almost there!

He could feel the weight on his back still increasing.

Even if he was leaning on a tree trunk, he could hardly hold it anymore.

Ma Sanyuan turned back tremblingly.

With the moonlight, I can see the face of the sculpture clearly.

now.

This sculpture of Tianjun has the corners of his mouth slightly raised,

Was looking at him...laughing.

The cold and gloomy smile had no feelings, and was indescribably strange and terrifying.

"Grumbling."

Ma Sanyuan turned his head, almost couldn't believe his eyes!

"How is this going!"

He almost broke his nerves, and the dagger in his hand struck desperately on the stockings.

Stabbed...

Stabbed...

The crash sounded far away in this silent night.

It's useless!

It's useless!

The statue behind it seems to have become a big mountain.

The deformation of his back was bent.

"what!!!"

Ma Sanyuan yelled in horror.

He was finally scared!

He endured the pain and fear, and desperately pulled the sculpture down.

But it depends on how hard he works.

This sculpture doesn't move at all.

Until then.

Ma Sanyuan finally understood.

Why doesn't Tianjun Temple clearly have any guards, not even cameras?

There are treasures of such a value stored inside, but no one dares to do evil.

It turns out... It turns out that this heavenly monarch, who has been rumored by countless people, is revealed to be a saint!

It turned out to be true!

"Tianjun forgive me, Tianjun forgive me!"

Ma Sanyuan cried in fear: "Heaven is above, the little one knows that he is wrong, and the little one really knows that he is wrong!"

"I beg you to spare this little one, he shouldn't steal your idol!"

"I really know I was wrong!"

However,

No matter how he cried, the sculpture behind him was like a real sculpture, without any response.

It's just that the weight on the back keeps increasing.

"Go back!"

At this time, only this idea was left in Ma Sanyuan's mind.

What made money, what made money, all disappeared.

He now knows that only by returning the idol can he escape.

Otherwise tonight...I'm afraid I will lose my life here.

He began to return.

Under the moonlight.

A man, carrying a statue of no more than one meter high, was struggling with difficulty.

Every step seems to weigh tens of thousands of catties.

slowly,

Ma Sanyuan's vision became blurred, it was sweat dripping on his eyes.

He opened his eyes hard.

Vaguely.

I'm seeing...on my back...

A boulder...

Slowly condensed!

[Author's digression]: Chapter 187 has been released. Those who haven't watched it will take a look. The racing technique is not good enough and it has been slashed by the review.

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