Yan Luoniang looked at her fellow disciples with worried faces, sighed in her heart, and gazed up at the dilapidated mountain temple covered in spider webs. Her mind wandered, and she suddenly thought of the river temple where she used to play hide-and-seek as a child. The river temple was also in disrepair back then, just like this mountain temple now. Thinking of the river temple reminded her of Chen Jing, and she still vividly remembered how shocked she was when she helped her father pull up the fishing net and saw that it was a person inside. She knew her father had intended to throw him back into the river, but she had held onto the net and didn't let go.

  Later, she wanted to kill the carp spirit that was causing trouble, but couldn't. Later, for some unknown reason, she became the river god, and she and everyone in the village saw the carp spirit splashing around the temple. At that time, she thought that this river god who had been saved by her must be dead, and when she heard the villagers' uncles saying they wanted to sacrifice the carp spirit, she felt sorry for him in her heart. She wanted to tell the uncles not to do so, but knew they wouldn't listen to her, and she also knew that she was going to be the sacrificial offering. On the second day, just as she was about to throw herself into the river, the river god descended from heaven with a sword and struck down, at which point she couldn't remember what he said, only knowing that he was so striking that it almost made her dizzy.

  "Big Brother Master, I think we should head in the direction of Heqian Village," Yan Luoniang said suddenly.

  "What's the use of going there." The senior brother said weakly, his confidence had been severely frustrated, and his original carefree expression was gone.

  Yan Luoniang suddenly regained her spirit and said with sparkling eyes, "Let's go to where the Jinhe River god is. He can protect us."

  The senior brother sighed, shaking his head: "It's useless, no one will save me unless the master comes down from the mountain." In his opinion, this little junior sister was frightened and subconsciously thought that the little river god could save herself.

  Just as Yan Luo was about to speak, a cold voice rang out: "No one can save you, no one."

  The voice sounded right next to her ear, and Yan Luoniang was startled. She poured her magic into the green lantern, and a red flame ignited. The light illuminated the dim mountain temple, casting a glow on everyone's faces and revealing their frightened expressions. Yan Luoniang didn't look anywhere else, but only at Fifth Brother Wu, who stood at the edge. She clearly heard that the voice came from him.

  Others naturally heard it too, and one by one struggled to get up, holding their magic weapons in front of them. Although they were all exhausted and couldn't even use their magic weapons anymore, at this critical moment the magic weapon became the only thing that could save their lives. Everyone got up, Yan Luoniang saw that only Wu Shixiong was not getting up, his hands supporting the green lamp, she stepped forward step by step, calling out softly: "Wu Shixiong, Wu Shixiong, we have to go..."

  The fifth senior brother lowered his head, his hair disheveled and hanging down to cover his face, and under the lamp light, it was impossible to see his complexion.

  Everyone followed Yan Luoniang and stepped forward. Yan Luoniang shouted again: "Fifth brother, what's wrong with you? We have to go."

  She shouted while staring intently at Fifth Brother, suddenly blew a light breath, and the flame in front of her immediately turned into a wave of fire that pounced on Fifth Brother.

  In an instant, Fifth Brother was engulfed by the flames, and the entire Mountain God Temple suddenly lit up. However, this only lasted for a moment, and the temple returned to its dim state. Nevertheless, Yan Luoniang had caught a glimpse of Fifth Brother's face - it was a dead man's face, with a grayish-white complexion, pale lips, and two streaks of blood at the corners of his eyes. A person who was originally robust and handsome had become a lifeless corpse in just an instant.

  "Big Brother Wu."

  Yan Luoniang crouched down, and with a touch of her hand, Wu Shi-xiong fell to the ground, his eyes wide open in shock and terror, as if he had been frightened to death.

  "Your vital energy is completely depleted." The senior brother also squatted down and said in a low voice.

  Yan Luoniang glanced at her senior brother and found that his eyes, which were usually confident and carefree, were filled with fear. She quickly took a deep breath and whispered: "We must leave here as soon as possible."

  He got up again and blew another mouthful of air at the green lantern, and the flames on the wick ignited on Wu Shi Xiong's body, burning fiercely. A foul odor rose to the sky, and a faint sound of resentful spirits could be heard wailing in the distance.

  "Let's go."

  Yan Luoniang finished speaking and walked out of the Mountain God Temple first. At this time, Yan Luoniang seemed to have become their only guiding light, and they followed closely behind her as she walked out of the temple. Looking at the sun that was about to set in the west, Yan Luoniang felt a sense of foreboding that almost overwhelmed her. She tightened her grip on the green lantern and said, "Let's go to Xiu Chun Wan."

  No one denied her words, and they followed her one by one.

  However, Yan Luoniang suddenly stopped and looked back, asking: "Where's Seventh Brother?"

  One by one looked around, only then did they discover that Seventh Brother was nowhere to be found.

  "Perhaps he fell asleep in the mountain temple." someone said softly.

  "No, no one fell down in the mountain temple." Yan Luoniang quickly denied it, and after looking at the crowd again to confirm that everyone who should be there was present, she said, "Let's go."

  One by one, they silently followed behind Yan Luoniang, resembling a mourning dog.

  They walked eastward, with Yan Luoniang leading the way. Although they were both very weak now, their bodies still had things like Shen Xing symbols on them, which made them light as a swallow and allowed them to move quickly. In just a moment, they had already covered more than ten miles of road. Suddenly, the person walking behind bumped into the back of the person in front, startling them. Just as they were about to ask what was going on, a shout came from ahead: "Seventh Brother, is that you?"

  He hastily looked forward, but only saw a back view. The clothes on that back were exactly what Seventh Brother wore.

  Yan Luoniang held the lantern and chased after him, while the person behind also followed closely. They had only run for a short while when they stopped, as they had already lost sight of Seventh Brother.

  In the darkness, a pale light shone on Yan Luonang's pale face. She didn't dare to tell her fellow disciples behind her what she had seen, and could only try to suppress the fear in her heart, saying: "Let's go, once we reach Xiu Chun Wan, everything will be fine." She knew that her fellow disciples were all panicked, and only by saying so could they follow her, otherwise they would all die in this darkness tonight.

  Still walking forward quickly, a strong wind suddenly rose in the darkness, and the wind grew stronger and stronger, but it couldn't blow out the flame of the green lantern in Yan Luonang's hand.

  "It's bad, Eighth Young Miss is gone."

  Yan Luoniang walked in the front to lead the way, suddenly heard a voice from behind, hurriedly stopped and looked back, the light shone all the way until the end but still didn't see Eighth Sister.

  "Ah......" A shrill and short cry suddenly came from the darkness in the distance. Yan Luoniang immediately led the way running towards that direction, and from far away, she saw a white figure standing on top of a tree, Yan Luoniang loudly shouted: "Eighth sister... Eighth sister..."

  Yan Luoniang walked slowly over, the howling wind blowing her voice into disjointed fragments, and in the darkness it seemed as if there were countless devils.

  Step by step, getting closer, a gust of wind blew over, turning the person on the tree around. Yan Luoniang suddenly cried out in shock, and her fellow disciples behind her also shouted out in surprise. The person on the tree was hanging, but it wasn't an intact person, just a human skin that had been completely peeled off from head to toe.

  "Eight elder sister...... eight younger sister......" someone cried out in anguish.

  Yan Luoniang suddenly blew out a mouthful of spiritual energy, and the flame on the lamp transformed into a sea of fire that splashed onto the human skin on the tree, burning fiercely. The stench spread far and wide. Yan Luoniang turned around and left, but in her ears, she seemed to hear the miserable screams of her own sister being burned, and faintly heard the sound of evil spirits laughing wildly.

  She didn't look back, just calling everyone to follow closely, quickly walking into the darkness. Suddenly, a raindrop fell on her cheek, and when she looked up, several more drops landed on her face, and in her heart, she silently said: "It's raining."

  "Boom...... Crack......"

  A flash of lightning tore through the dark night. With the thunder, heavy rain poured down. The lightning illuminated the sky and earth, shining on Yan Luo's group as they walked quickly, one foot deep and one shallow, on the muddy mountain road.

  The thunder rumbled on, the wind and rain grew stronger, the darkness deepened, like a heavy lid pressing down on the sky, as if the devil's palm.

  As she moved forward, she heard the heavy breathing of her senior sisters and brothers in the wind and rain, which was a breath of fear and helplessness.

  As if she had walked for a long time, Yan Luoniang raised her head to look at the sky, only to see that the dull thunder suddenly rang out and shook out one crack after another in the darkness.

  In the darkness ahead, a faint light suddenly appeared. As I walked closer, I saw that it was a wind and rain pavilion. Inside the pavilion, many people were sitting. Some were playing chess, some were drinking wine, and some were looking up at the sky. At first glance, you could tell they weren't ordinary people. Each of them had an aura about them, but it was impossible to gauge their depth.

  Among them were two people she had seen before, who had also fought with her senior brothers and sisters. One was a young monk with nine red dots on his forehead, slowly rotating a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. The other was a Taoist priest with a purple and blue sword on his back, with a pair of white eyebrows. Seeing them, Yan Luoniang not only didn't feel afraid, but also felt more at ease.

  Although she didn't know why so many people were gathered here, she knew that her senior brothers and sisters were safe.

  She decided to stop and walked into the pavilion, bowing her head and said: "It's not convenient to rush on the road in the wind and rain, may I borrow the precious pavilion for a rest." She didn't know who the owner was, so she bowed towards the center of the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

  "Hehe, no need to be polite, come on in. It's just that there's no tea or wine, so I have nothing to offer you as a guest." An old man sitting in the pavilion playing chess with someone looked up and said.

  "Thank you!" Yan Luoniang bowed again and walked towards the Wind and Rain Pavilion. As soon as she stepped inside, a warm air current dispelled the chill on her body and in her heart. The originally somewhat cramped Wind and Rain Pavilion seemed to have automatically expanded after she and the other senior brothers and sisters entered, without any feeling of crowding at all.

  She didn't notice that her seniors hadn't said a word, nor could she even sense their presence.