Salted Fish Zombie

Chapter 63

The statue stood in deep and silent darkness, towering within the temple.

When Zhu Shuanshuang wrote dramas, she often immersed herself in the characters, empathizing with them. At this moment, she thought about the tall and mysterious god, imagining the feelings of the Flower God in her mind.

How long had the statue been cast? And how long had the god existed?

The walls were a deep black, the ridges of the temple were gray-green, and tens of thousands of worshippers knelt in reverence.

They fervently worshipped Him, though they never dared to look at Him directly. Their gazes were fixed on the ground, or they glanced askew at the temple, or focused on others.

If His divine consciousness resided within the statue, was He accustomed to it, indifferent, or just observing with a cold eye?

After an unknown span of time, suddenly, among the multitude, a person straightened their back, gazing at Him with clear and intense eyes.

What did He feel in that moment?

As the prayers rose and fell, the devotees once again bowed, facing the temple.

As Zhu Shuanshuang rose, her heart raced. She clenched her teeth and tightened her grip, lifting her eyes to the statue.

Even before seeing the face of the statue, she felt something rush into her body. Her heart and blood vessels swelling abruptly.

"What's wrong?" Su Wangsheng saw Zhu Shuanshuang fall and anxiously helped her up.

Zhu Shuanshuang's head hit the ground, one hand pressed to her head, the other clutching tightly at her chest.

As Su Wangsheng helped her up, he saw a stream of blood flowing from her nose and mouth.

"Have you gone mad?" Su Wangsheng wiped the blood with his sleeve, angrily whispering, "Don't look at the statue. I'll say it again, don't look. We can't endure it."

His voice was low, but the surrounding people couldn't possibly have not heard it.

However, not a single person looked their way. It seemed like this had happened many times before.

They continued to fervently worship, their eyes radiating intense fervor, never glancing at the statue's face.

Zhu Shuanshuang curled up in pain, easing the burst of agony.

She finally realized-they truly couldn't see the face of the god.

The sunlight was dyed with a rosy halo, and the day's worship ceremony came to an end.

One by one, the believers started to leave, while the players remained on their cushions a little longer, easing their pounding hearts.

Exhausted in body and mind, they stood up with a desolate expression.

Zhu Shuangshuang had recovered somewhat, but her face remained terrifyingly pale, with bloodstains that hadn't been wiped off.

Ning Su asked her, "What happened to you?"

Zhu Shuangshuang wearily slumped and replied, "Just because I glanced at Him amidst the crowd."

Ning Su: "..."

Su Wangsheng was genuinely curious and asked, "What did you feel when you looked at the statue?"

Ning Su: "A sensation of an accelerated heartbeat."

Su Wangsheng: "..."

Indeed, that was the right sensation - their hearts were all pounding intensely.

However, he felt that Ning Su's accelerated heartbeat was different from what they experienced.