Chapter 850: Whispering (Additional update for the naughty night boss of the alliance~)
finally!
Let yourself catch the pigtails...
Mo Hua was overjoyed in his heart, but remained calm on the surface. He just asked with a straight face: "What altar?"
"An altar for offering offerings to the Lord of God..."
"Where?"
"In..." Mr. Wu hesitated.
Mo Hua kindly reminded: "Xiao Diansi has a bad temper. If you don't say anything, he will open your chest and break your belly."
Mr. Wu panicked and said quickly: "It's in the inner hall of the Dragon King Temple!"
Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, then he suddenly shook his head and said:
"Something's wrong. You didn't ask for anything, didn't mention a single condition, and just revealed the location of the altar so easily? There must be something wrong..."
Mr. Wu smiled bitterly, "The knife is in your hands. I am just a piece of fish on the knife's edge. How dare you make any demands? As long as you can spare my life. If I die, I will not be able to work hard for the Lord God and do my best to be loyal."
This Mr. Wu was still thinking about his "divine master" when he was about to die.
I don’t know how my brain has been washed.
Mo Hua shook his head.
Xiao Diansi on the side pondered for a moment, and unwilling to delay any longer, he pointed his long sword at Mr. Wu's throat, and with a hint of sharpness in his narrow eyes, he said coldly:
"Lead the way to the altar and take out the fish bone token you hid, and I won't kill you."
Mr. Wu was pointed at the sword and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, I will take you there..."
Mo Hua couldn't help but think about the altar that he thought about day and night.
But with so many people watching, he had to pretend on the surface, so he looked worried and said:
"I'm afraid there's a scam..."
Xiao Diansi shook his head: "It doesn't matter."
Mo Hua added, "This Mr. Wu may not have any good intentions. That altar may not be a good place either..."
Xiao Diansi said: "With so many of us and four golden elixirs, we have nothing to fear in the Dragon King Temple. As for Mr. Wu..."
"If there is any trouble along the way, I will ask Mr. Wu to die first."
Mr. Wu's cheek twitched, but he did not dare to say anything.
He only had foundation-building cultivation. If he didn't turn into that dragon-scaled monster that was invulnerable to water and fire, he would naturally not be Xiao Diansi's opponent.
Mo Hua then sighed and said reluctantly:
"In that case, let's listen to Xiao Diansi and go to the altar to have a look."
Xiao Diansi nodded, pointed his sword at Mr. Wu and said, "Sir, please lead the way."
Mr. Wu looked ugly, but he was under the eaves and had to lower his head. At this time, he could not tolerate his refusal.
"Everyone, come with me..."
Mr. Wu looked around, bowed guiltily to the corpses of the temple guards all over the ground, then turned around and walked towards the Yaksha Hall.
Entering the Yaksha Hall, you will see several Yaksha statues with arms and legs, covered with scales, strange faces, and blue-faced fangs standing on both sides of the road.
Mo Hua saw it and murmured in his heart.
The appearance of these yakshas is somewhat similar to the monsters transformed by Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu didn't even look at these Yaksha statues and continued walking inside.
After passing the Yaksha Hall and passing through several halls, we came to the middle hall of the Dragon King Temple.
But as soon as they arrived at the middle hall, blood was everywhere, and everyone's expressions couldn't help but change slightly.
As far as the eye can see, most of the entire central hall and countless pavilions and pavilions have been demolished, the beams have collapsed, leaving only broken walls and ruins, the whole area is empty, looking messy and desolate.
The surrounding ground was also soaked in filthy blood.
The blood was black and smelly, but it seemed to contain plenty of evil power.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then took out a long fine iron rod and soaked it in the water for a while. When he took it out again, he found that the fine iron rod had been corroded by evil spirits, the iron was loose, and the inside was black and red.
Mo Hua turned his head, looked at Mr. Wu, and asked:
"Is this blood of yours used to draw evil formations?"
Mr. Wu's heart was beating wildly, but on the surface he was a little confused and flustered: "Young Master, what kind of evil formation, I don't know..."
"Aren't you an array master?" Mo Hua asked.
"It's true that I am a formation master, but I really don't know anything about this blood."
"Then what happened to the main hall here? Why did it all collapse?"
"This..." Mr. Wu hesitated.
Mo Hua's tone was slightly cold, "You can say you don't know that those people outside died in your hands and were eaten by you. But the temple inside was demolished like this. Obviously it didn't happen overnight. You
The person in charge of Dragon King Temple, don’t tell me that you don’t even know this?”
Mr. Wu's face jumped slightly and he said: "According to the decree of the Lord God, the Dragon King Temple needs to be renovated, so the temple was demolished and planned to be rebuilt, but..."
Mr. Wu had no choice but to say, "...before the construction could even start, something like this happened. All the temple guards died. I don't know why I ended up like this. I really don't know where the blood on the ground came from."
Where did it come from..."
Mo Hua frowned and said nothing.
Xiao Diansi looked indifferently, glanced around, and said:
"Well, it's useless to say this. Let him lead the way quickly. Find the altar, get the fish bone token, and leave this ruined temple."
Mo Hua nodded and said nothing more.
Mr. Wu also stayed calm and led the way.
It's just that the blood, blood and filth on the ground cannot be touched by the monks, so they have to find another passage among the ruins, which takes a lot of time.
After stumbling all the way, we finally passed through the ruins of the central hall and crossed the scarlet blood all over the ground.
After passing the central hall, what lies in front of you is a large door.
The gate is five or six people tall, with a wide and thick temple eaves above the head. There are murals carved on it. Between the two closed doors, there is a huge stone lock-like ferocious sheep head.
The sheep's head opened its mouth, majestic and terrifying, and bit the two doors tightly.
This is the door that separates the nave and cella.
It is also a door that isolates the altar.
Mo Hua looked at the ferocious and terrifying, yet familiar and friendly sheep head, and vaguely sensed the mouth-watering aura behind the sheep head gate, and his heart was pounding.
He stopped pretending and asked Mr. Wu directly:
"How to open the door?"
Mr. Wu said: "This door is not easy to open..."
"Don't talk nonsense." Mo Hua said with a straight face.
"well……"
Mr. Wu kept saying, murmuring in his heart: This kid, why was he so wary just now, but now he is a little anxious?
Along the way, this kid has been too shrewd.
He can find thorns in every little thing.
Those eyes were as clear as water, and occasionally as deep as an abyss. When he stared at them, I felt uncomfortable all over.
Mr. Wu did not dare to deceive, so he said:
"It takes some time to open this door... It was originally supposed to be prepared one day in advance before the sacrifice. Offerings should be placed first, incense should be burned to inform the Lord of God, and the Lord begged the Lord for his will. Only then can the door be opened...
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To be continued...