"We can't get out! We can't get out! Damn it, this is a haunted temple! Ahhh!"

The person named Ashui was very unstable emotionally. He grabbed his hair frantically with his hands and kept complaining.

Laogu seemed to be more composed. He yelled at Ashui a couple of times to make him shut up.

The campfire in front of us continued to burn, and no one spoke. The atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

The sky outside gradually brightened, and hope rekindled on the faces of the four adventurers.

Xiaoyang said, "Maybe today we can finally get out!"

Zhang Peng sighed, "Let's hope so."

As the sky fully brightened, we packed our things, extinguished the campfire, and walked out of Youlan Temple.

The heavy rain had stopped, but the forest was still misty, and everything was damp. The air was extremely fresh.

Birds returned to singing on the branches, and the primeval forest regained its vitality. There were sparkling water droplets on the leaves.

Breathing in the fresh air, our moods improved significantly.

Zhang Peng and his companions decided to follow us. Based on our vague memories from last night, we searched for an exit.

Since we could enter, I couldn't believe that we couldn't find a way out.

We walked until the sun set in the west, feeling exhausted and panting heavily. We were all very tired.

Fatty asked if I had taken the wrong path. We had been walking the entire day, but we still hadn't returned to Xianu Lake.

Actually, at this moment, I was also filled with anxiety and unease, but I couldn't show it. I had to put on a brave face and encourage everyone to persevere. Maybe we would be able to get out soon.

While I said those words, I myself had doubts. We continued to move forward for a short distance when Fatty let out a startled cry.

Fatty's voice was clearly not a voice of excitement but one filled with deep fear.

I saw Fatty sit down on the ground, his face ashen, staring straight ahead with a horrifying expression as if he had eaten something disgusting.

Fatty pointed forward, trembling with his teeth chattering, "Temple... Youlan Temple..."

We followed Fatty's pointing direction and our heads buzzed.

In front of us, a dilapidated temple stood amidst the forest, and the faint characters on the plaque at the entrance were visible: Youlan Temple!

A chill spread throughout my body in an instant. How was this possible? We had been walking the whole day, and yet we ended up circling back in the woods?!

Oh no, it seemed like we encountered the same situation as Zhang Peng and his companions!

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I looked around but saw towering mountains in all directions. We were in a mountain basin.

The surrounding area was covered in undulating primitive forests, like an endless sea of green.

Could it be that there was something wrong with the terrain here, causing us to be trapped and keep going in circles?

Or was the problem with the thousand-year-old Youlan Temple?

I glanced up at Youlan Temple. In the twilight's glow, it appeared eerie, giving off an inexplicable sense of fear.

"No! This can't be! This is not scientific!"

Zhang Peng and his companions rushed towards Youlan Temple, shouting and screaming. They had been trapped here for two days, and this was their second time returning to Youlan Temple. They had hoped that with the start of a new day, they could successfully escape, but all their beautiful illusions were shattered mercilessly by cruel reality.

We returned again!

We were back at Youlan Temple!

Everyone's faces didn't look too good. The situation was too strange, and everyone's hearts felt heavy, shrouded in a huge shadow.

What was originally supposed to be a joyful graduation trip turned out to have such complications.

Fatty pulled me aside and said, "Ghost wall phenomenon, Yang Cheng, don't you think this is the ghost wall phenomenon? It must be the ghost wall phenomenon!"

I didn't say anything. Zhang Yuxin also seemed scared. She quietly approached me and held my hand.

The night sky gradually darkened, and it was dangerous to spend the night in the forest. Therefore, we had no choice but to return to Youlan Temple with a stiff upper lip.

As soon as we entered the Buddha hall, we heard the sound of something banging and crashing inside.

When we went inside, we saw Ashui acting like crazy, wildly hitting the Buddha statue in the hall.

Zhang Peng and Xiaoyang struggled to pull Ashui away from the statue. Zhang Peng scolded him, "You're going insane! How dare you even hit the Buddha statue? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Ashui's eyes turned red, and he roared, "I'm almost dying! What do I have to fear? Let me tell you, there's something wrong with this Youlan Temple! This must be an evil Buddha, a demonic Buddha! Don't stop me, let me smash it. Maybe we can get out then! Move aside!"

We looked at the crazed Ashui in astonishment. We never expected him to have such a volatile temper and dare to lay hands on the Buddha.

Laogu stepped forward, grabbed Ashui by the collar, and suddenly raised his palm, delivering two slaps, one forward and one backward, hitting Ashui's face. Ashui became dazed, and blood started flowing from his nose.

"Calm down!" Laogu pointed at Ashui's nose, speaking sternly.

Among the four adventurers, Laogu was the oldest and seemed to be in a leadership position. Ashui clearly had some fear towards Laogu, as he didn't dare to retaliate after being slapped by him. He covered his swollen cheek and sulkily went outside the Buddha hall, sitting alone.

Laogu seemed to be addressing those few adventurers, but also addressing us, "The more crucial the moment, the more we need to stay calm. With so many of us, if we put our minds together, I believe there's no problem we can't solve! Besides, even if there are mountain spirits causing trouble here, we have strength in numbers. Are we afraid of them?"

Laogu's words were convincing and injected us with confidence.

The night sky completely darkened, and we dismantled several wooden windows to use as firewood.

Fortunately, we brought a lot of food for this trip - dried rations, canned food, snacks, drinks, beer, and bread. It should be enough to sustain us for a few days.

Zhang Peng and his companions brought portable cooking utensils and set up a pot on the fire. They cooked two batches of noodles, and everyone took a bite of the hot food.

After eating and drinking our fill, we finally regained some energy.

There was a complete silence, and from the grass in the distance, occasional insect chirping and frog croaking could be heard.

A cold crescent moon hung in the night sky, casting a chilly moonlight on the stone pavement in front of the temple and on the dilapidated wooden windows, giving a sense of indescribable desolation.

The long night awaited us. After experiencing such supernatural events, nobody could sleep. We gathered around the campfire, discussing solutions.

Fatty shared his opinion, saying that this was a typical ghost wall phenomenon. He also recounted our previous experience at Ghost Cry Valley.

However, for Zhang Peng and his intellectual friends, they believed in "materialism" and were skeptical of such supernatural occurrences.

Zhang Peng started counting his fingers and explained the ghost wall phenomenon with scientific arguments.