"What a good city...Boss, this is an egg boy, right?"

Walking on the street paved with bluestone, Zhujue is a stone arch bridge above the river in the city, and there is still some soil and weeds growing between the cracks of the stones. This is an impossible scene in Yecheng. Even in various old towns, such stone arch bridges have long been completely demolished.

There are several stalls on the bridgehead here that I have seen in the old city in the eastern part of Yecheng. One of them was wafting here with a milky smell. Zhu Jue couldn't take care of Wu Jing, who was still leading the way for him, and ran up directly.

"Do you want one? I have original flavors, ice cream flavors, and......"

"Give me two copies of each!"

Finally, when he returned to Wu Jing with a handbag full of eggs of various flavors, the latter looked at Zhu Jue, who was holding a whole piece of eggs with a bamboo stick and stuffing them into his mouth. He was also turning around him, jumping around and trying to pounce on him to split a bite.

"Let's go to your brother's residence or the statue hall where he works?"

Walking up the arch bridge, looking at the clear river at the bottom of the bridge, reaching out to hold the neck of the wind chime and pulling it to his side, and then giving it half of the eggs.

What Zhu Jue really wanted to find was the traces of the monster, so he actually wanted to go to the statue hall where the audio was recorded. He was just brought here to find out the cause of his brother's death. He was always hard to ignore this matter. After thinking about it, he simply let him make a decision.

"Let's go to the statue hall first, closer to this side, but I can't guarantee that they will let us in..."

Wu Jing stood on the stone steps and said.

"Because Wu Rui's death involved the statue museum?"

Zhu Jue remembers that Wu Rui seemed to mention in the video that the former worker in his position died, but the news was blocked, and he thought he was encountering the same situation now.

"Where is that? My brother died at home three days ago. It has nothing to do with the statue hall. But because in half a month it will be the Spring Festival, the statue halls in the religious district will start to close the hall to make dolls and statue puppets to be used in the Spring Festival. Although it is just oil coloring on the outside of the puppet, because the puppet is indeed very large, and some divine weapons and generals are also doing it in the statue hall, which is also a big project. Therefore, outsiders may be prohibited from entering and leaving the statue hall in the recent period."

"Spring Festival? Is it the annual celebration parade in Rongxia City?"

Before coming here, Li Qinglian found a lot of information about Rong Xiacheng, and the spring festival is undoubtedly the most frequently seen word among them.

The Spring Festival in Rongxia City generally has the same significance as Zhujue's previous life. Its importance is to exceed any festival throughout the year. On the Spring Festival, there will be a large-scale parade with the entire Rongxia City as the activity area. There will be not only dragon and lion dances, but also some grand parades in other cultures. The statue of the god is one of them.

"So that's it."

The main activity of the Spring Festival is indeed a parade, and most tourists from other places also come for this day.

"Let's go and have a look first, if you can't get in, I'll say something else."

Since the statue museum is relatively close, it doesn’t take much time to take a look at it.

After walking further inside after passing the stone arch bridge, the nearby buildings are no longer the previous 100-meter building, but more of them have become houses that look like courtyards. The streets have also become alleys, with mottled high walls on both sides, and there are many folk alleys interspersed in them.

There is no warm and lively as I imagined in the alley, but a dark and humid scene. A large number of paper advertisements were posted in it, some were scratched away, leaving some corners, covered with dark substances similar to moss, and some were just posted on advertising paper. Occasionally, you can see a few haggard middle-aged people and older but still able to move, standing in front of these advertisements to check.

When he saw Zhu Jue and Wu Jing showing off, he just looked at them silently, with numbness and confusion in his eyes.

The noon sun shrouded the tall buildings, but did not shine on these winding alleys. Sometimes a ray of sunlight fell, not illuminating the surroundings, but instead was faintly stained by these dark and humid environments.

"Is the religious district of Rongxia City a bit like a slum?"

Zhu Jue couldn't help but think of the house where Wu Rui lived in the video before. At that time, he was still thinking that Rong Xiacheng actually had such a place, and now it seems that there are quite a few...

"There are some meanings in this regard, because Rongxia New City and Rongxia Tourism Area have been gradually developed, and housing prices and consumption levels are increasing. The religious areas here have many religious shops, they occupy the land and cannot develop them at will. In addition, many places will make donations. Just spend a little money to eat big pot meals. Over time, many poor people in Rongxia City gather here."

Wu Jing was explaining, but his steps continued to pass through a narrow alley and went out. At the corners in front, there were incense sticks between the cracks on the ground and small bowls containing white rice.

"These rice and silk incense are for the wandering souls who have been exposed here. Look there, there is a small Buddha statue that is specially used to visit this kind of thing."

He pointed to the Buddha statue at the corner in front, and at the same time he stepped back slightly and gave up the position in front. He made a natural move to ask Zhu Jue to come over and take a look.

Zhu Jue was walking there, so he took two quick steps.

"This is probably a character similar to land tolerance, right?"

Squatting in front of the small Buddha statue, Zhu Jue supported his chin with his hands. The few pieces in front of him should have been inserted not long ago, but the half-burned incense was floating upwards.

I unconsciously sucked in some, and felt a strong sense of fireworks. I sniffed and then pulled back.

"Di Di Gong, what is that?"

Wu Jing, who was standing behind Zhu Jue, responded to Zhu Jue, put his hands behind him, wiped his belt with his fingers, turned around and looked behind a high wall next to him.

The afternoon sunlight "coincidentally" fell from a partition that suddenly opened between the two high-rise buildings on the left, falling into the area around the Buddha statue, and also wrapped Zhujue in it.

Dang~Dang~Dang~

Immediately afterwards, three heavy bells rang nearby, the sound from far to near, Zhu Jue was stunned, his brain suddenly became a little dizzy, and the scene in front of him suddenly became confused.

In the view, the scene gradually turned into various colors in the reflection of the sun, and the tones deepened as time passed, and the rebirth sutra that I heard in the taxi inexplicably rang in my ears.

"Success!"

Wu Jing clenched his fist with his hands behind him, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, not long after, the smile solidified on his face.

Zhu Jue, who was supposed to have fallen into a coma, was now building a pergola with his hands to see where the sun was coming. His face was just a little confused, and he had no intention of fainting.

After a while, he lowered his head again, as if he was thinking about something. The egg in his hand did not stop stuffing it into his mouth, and he was still chewing slowly.

"Why did you suddenly feel mental insanity? Could it be that it is an environmental problem here? It shouldn't be. I didn't sense any source of mental pollution that appears nearby..."

Zhu Jue thought it was because of some reason that his mental problems occurred again, so he tried to adjust his condition. Not long after, he returned to normal. He accidentally caught a glimpse of Wu Jing, who was full of confusion next to him, and explained again,

"I'm old and sometimes I'll be dazed, don't mind."

"Ah? No...it's okay, let's go to the statue hall."

Wu Jing continued to walk to Zhu Jue, with his back facing him full of entanglement on his face.

The two carefully designed traps were completely useless, which caught him off guard. The people in this weird studio had a problem that was too strange!

But it has reached this point, and he can't end it hastily. Since this kind of thing cannot be solved, then use some more practical methods...

"Sorry, two gentlemen, the statue museum is not open to the public at the moment."

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the statue hall, the two were stopped by the person who had just come out of it. Zhu Jue's eyes passed by him and looked at the white field where the gate of the statue hall was entering. There were many doll statues on it, including the size of a water tank, with a slight look on it, and a head made of fangs. It was made of fangs. It was also a head of the same height as a person. It occupied one-third of its body, had a pink and white face, and was wearing a doll with a crown of flashing lights inlaid around it...

In short, they all look bright in color, and they should have just finished painting the oil paint and let it dry naturally.

"I'll just go in and visit, can't it?"

Zhu Jueyouxin wanted to take a look at Wu Rui's previous recording location.

"No, now is when these statues are drying. There cannot be any scratches, otherwise the whole thing will have to be done again."

At this time, there were two people wearing cotton jackets leaning over next to him, probably the people on duty here.

"Okay, Mr. Zhu, let's go first...is disturbing."

Originally, Zhu Jue wanted to get in by paying some money, but Wu Jing spoke up and wanted to take him away. It would be fine if he thought about it, but at worst he could just come to see him again at night.

If you don’t let in here, you can only go to Wu Rui’s residence to take a look.

"Is this his residence?"

Zhu Jue pushed open the somewhat yellowed wooden door and went in. As Li Qinglian guessed before, he lived on the first floor.

The simple decorations that appeared in the video... bloodstains?

Zhu Jue's eyes were attracted by a pool of dark red blood on the ground in the center of the room.

At this moment, Wu Jing narrowed his eyes and reached out to get a wooden stick with the thickness of his forearm by the door, which was not known for its purpose. He walked behind Zhu Jue a few steps and smashed it straight towards the back of his head!

Bang!

It was not the sound of the contact between the wooden stick and the back of the head, but the sound of blood and flesh making when Zhu Jue slapped the wooden stick and then punched Wu Jing's abdomen.

"Surprising me? Didn't I tell you that I'm the only one who shoots the weird studio, so my camera is 360 degrees!"

The empty hand patted Wu Jing's left face, and Zhu Jue said immediately,

"So you are making trouble, and you are making trouble... Are you ready to 'talk' with me?"

Oh ~

The wind chime "roared" at Zhu Jue's feet.

close the door.
Chapter completed!