The so-called ghost wall phenomenon refers to a situation where people are trapped in a loop and unable to get out, especially at night or in the outskirts.

Zhang Peng affirmed the existence of the ghost wall phenomenon. However, he explained to us from a scientific perspective that the phenomenon is actually caused by individuals themselves. This is because the nature of biological movement is circular. In the absence of a fixed destination in the outdoors, the instinctual movement of any organism will be circular. In other words, no matter how you walk, the trajectory you end up taking will form a circle, and you will always return to the starting point.

We were only junior high school graduates and didn't have as much scientific knowledge as Zhang Peng. However, many things in this world cannot be explained by science alone. Just because something is unknown doesn't mean it doesn't exist; perhaps you just haven't encountered it yet.

Regarding Zhang Peng's scientific explanation, Fatty naturally scoffed and said, "Believe it if you want to believe it, don't if you don't!"

After discussing for a while, we couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

Actually, many of the questions we could think of, Zhang Peng and his companions should have thought of the previous day. If they could find the peculiarities, with their intelligence, they would have certainly escaped from Youlan Temple long ago.

But why were they still trapped here and unable to escape?

It means that the events of the past two days cannot be explained by science.

After trekking through the mountains and wilderness all day, only to return to Youlan Temple, both physically and mentally, we were extremely exhausted. By midnight, everyone couldn't resist falling asleep and dozed off.

The next morning, while most people were still in a dream state, we were suddenly awakened by a terrified scream.

The scream came from Eyegirl, who fell in front of the threshold of the Buddha hall, her glasses flying off. She panic-strickenly searched around on the ground.

Worried about Eyegirl's safety, we rushed over and asked her what had happened.

Eyegirl exclaimed in a flustered manner, "Up there... up there..."

We looked up in confusion and instantly screams erupted as everyone scattered and ran away.

Although I didn't run, my scalp couldn't help but tingle.

Hanging from the ceiling beams at the entrance of the Buddha hall was a **.

The ** slowly rotated with the morning breeze, like a creepy weather vane.

From the clothing, it was clearly one of the four adventurers.

His hairstyle was unique, an old-fashioned center parting, so at a glance, I recognized that this ** hanging from the ceiling beams was the emotionally unstable Ashui.

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Ashui was dead.

Panic escalated. Yesterday's panic was only because we were trapped in the temple and unable to get out.

But now, it was no longer just a matter of the ghost wall phenomenon.

The shadow of death weighed heavily on everyone's chests like a stone.

I wasn't surprised to see a dead body, but Lord Long and the others were seeing a dead body for the first time and were so scared that they vomited loudly.

Zhang Yuxin turned pale with fear, tightly gripping my arm, her body stiff and not daring to move.

Juanzi buried her head in Fatty's arms, causing Fatty to be at a loss, not knowing where to put his hands.

How could Ashui have died? Could it be that he couldn't bear the psychological pressure and hanged himself?

I stood under the beams and carefully observed. I noticed a white gauze wrapped around Ashui's neck, which seemed to be something belonging to a woman.

I asked Laogu and the others if that gauze belonged to Ashui. Laogu and the others, now awake and feeling strange as well, told me that their bags were all packed with the same things, and they hadn't seen this kind of gauze in Ashui's bag.

Hearing this, I found it even more puzzling. This gauze didn't belong to Ashui or any of us, so where did it come from?

Furthermore, although Ashui was emotionally volatile, it seemed unlikely that he would easily give up hope and hang himself.

We were in a frenzy, bustling around for a while before finally taking down Ashui's ** from the beams and placing it on the ground.

Xiaoyang frowned and pointed at Ashui's **, saying in shock, "Don't you find it strange? Ashui's **... how... how did it turn into a mummy?"

At this moment, Ashui's ** looked like a dehydrated radish or a dried strip of meat, devoid of flesh and only wrapped in wrinkled skin, with deeply sunken eye sockets presenting a terrifying, lifeless gray color.

We looked at each other, all feeling very strange. A dehydrated ** turning into a mummy would definitely undergo weathering over long years.

Ashui died just last night, so how did he turn into a mummy overnight? This completely defied logic!

While we were puzzled, Lord Long suddenly said, "Do you remember the ghost story I told you last night? That scholar... was drained of his essence by a female ghost... and he turned into a mummy..."

By now, the dawn had risen, but everyone present felt bone-chilling cold.

With grim faces, none of us spoke. According to what Lord Long said, Ashui's deathly state was indeed similar to someone being drained of their essence by something.

Lord Long hugged himself, trembling with fear, "A Chinese Ghost Story! This is a real-life version of A Chinese Ghost Story! Ashui must have been drained of his essence by Nie Xiaoqian, it must be Nie Xiaoqian's doing!"

Fatty slapped Lord Long, telling him not to spread nonsense and undermine morale.

This temple was indeed strange, and none of us wanted to stay here for another moment.

Ashui's death brought great grief to Zhang Peng and his companions, but there was nothing they could do. They couldn't take the ** with them; they had to be left behind in the temple.

We hastily left Youlan Temple. Another day began, and we all felt anxious, unsure if we would end up circling back here again.

Another day of climbing mountains and crossing ridges left us exhausted to the point of losing our lives.

Yet, in the glow of the setting sun, we saw the millennium-old temple once again, enveloped in the afterglow, emitting a gloomy aura.

One by one, we slumped to the ground, pale-faced. We were back! We... were back at Youlan Temple!

I felt that we had fallen into a terrifying endless loop, repeating every day, every day trapped in this cycle without an end.

Zhang Peng adjusted his glasses, presenting a new scientific argument. He suggested that perhaps Youlan Temple was a spatial-temporal rift, and every day we were traversing through this rift, constantly repeating.

Regarding Zhang Peng's theory, Fatty only had three words to comment: "Nonsense, lunatic!"

Fatty asked me for my opinion on the matter. Squinting my eyes, folding my hands behind my back, I pondered for a moment, acting like a wise man, and said, "There must be something sinister here!"