The color of the talisman soaked in blood became darker and darker, turning Shou Dao into dark brown.
When the sun was about to set, everyone returned to the ruined temple outside the village.
The west side of the temple is ventilated, and a huge Buddha is enshrined in the center. It looks compassionate and solemn. You can tell that he is a good being at the first sight.
The Buddha was golden in color, sitting upright on the cushion, looking down at the tribute table below with a smile.
Everyone had no time to tidy up, seeing that the sun was about to set, they hurriedly placed the talismans in their hands on the altar table, and then respectfully placed a stick of incense.
Everyone knelt down and prayed.
The cold wind blew in from all directions from the west, and it seemed to be even colder, as if it would freeze the whole person.
"Why is it so cold? It's a bit abnormal." Someone rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and felt a little chilly on his back from the cold wind.
"Don't say that. It's just a little colder. There's nothing wrong with it. Isn't it like this in the mountains?" The people next to him were a little scared when they heard what he said and hurriedly interrupted him.
As he spoke, he muttered to comfort himself.
The person who just complained was comforted when he heard this and nodded repeatedly.
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
All of a sudden all the candidates cheered up. In Exam Venue, a little bit of negligence can cost lives.
The candidates looked out the door warily, and the ghost weapons in their hands were revealed one by one. However, after seeing the people coming, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
The person coming is none other than White Clothed Scholar.
The scholar held a fan and smiled gently, looking as gentle as jade.
The candidates gathered around him one after another. Regardless of their true attitude toward White Clothed Scholar, at least on the surface they all showed warm respect.
After all, they still rely on this Clear Level game to survive.
"I didn't expect you to complete the sacrifice so quickly." After White Clothed Scholar scanned the yellow paper on the altar table, the smile on his lips deepened, and he seemed to be more happy.
But no one among the candidates saw the hidden meaning.
"Sir, we have completed the sacrifice according to your request, is there anything else we need to do now?"
"What else should you do?" White Clothed Scholar repeated this sentence, then smiled, "Now you only need to do one thing."
He spoke mysteriously and opened the fan with a snap, covering half of his face.
The examinee who heard this hurriedly stepped forward to ask questions.
"Do one thing? Sir, what else do we need to do?"
It stands to reason that now that they have completely completed their mission, there is obviously nothing else to do. They just need to wait for dawn for their exam to be over.
But what does this person want them to do now?
White Clothed Scholar raised his eyebrows lightly, glanced at everyone with smiling eyes, and then said the last words in front of everyone's nervous expressions.
"What to do? You just need to wait."
The smile on his face widened exaggeratedly, and then the conversation changed, as if teasingly, "As for what you're waiting for."
"Of course I'm waiting to die."
"Boom!"
A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, illuminating the side of White Clothed Scholar's face, making it look even more pale and bloodless, as if it were the bones of a corpse that had been dead for many years.
Everyone was so frightened by this turn of events that they screamed, and a few of the timid ones rolled and crawled back, falling to the ground.
White Clothed Scholar seems to be relatively satisfied with the situation he has created, and the smile on his lips is getting wider and wider, as if he has become a ghost in an instant.
He showed no signs of pretending, hummed a song and walked inside, randomly found a Lounge Chair and sat on it.
He looked like he was watching a good show.
"I wish you all an early death and a quick rebirth."
Everyone began to panic. They did not expect that White Clothed Scholar, who had been helping them from the beginning, would even think about letting them die.
What's even more frightening is that they never noticed it and even regarded him as a life-saving straw.
Looking back now, there are flaws everywhere. How could there be an NPC in a dungeon that helps them in every aspect and is powerful?
Besides, how could the person who suggested the sacrifice be a kind-hearted NPC?
This guy had the idea of letting them die from the very beginning and was playing tricks on them all the way!
When people are forced into desperate situations, they will always burst out with extraordinary courage.
Not to mention that now these candidates know that they are going to die, they are all going to die.
"No, no, NPCs of your level cannot interfere with the game process. You are cheating! You are cheating!"
Some candidates couldn't accept this fact. His eyes were split, and he covered his head like a madman. The man stared at White Clothed Scholar, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
"I didn't interfere in the game. It's all your own choice." White Clothed Scholar smiled gloomily. He was even interested in admiring the candidates' frightened and ferocious expressions.