The white dog is bouncing around, as soft as spring-loaded cotton.

The human monk climbed up to the top floor one by one, while the white dog stopped on the fourth floor.

It can easily identify which direction the kitchen it is looking for is located.

Without him, the alluring smell of food comes from there.

I don’t know if the people in the temple have absolute confidence in their guards, so they put a lock on the kitchen door without any obstruction.

After confirming that there was no human presence inside the door, the white dog squeezed into the crack of the door and squeezed in with a long flat strip.

It saves trouble and feels good for a while, restore the crematorium.

The white dog with relatively independent consciousness lay flat on the floor. It straightened up its flat body tremblingly and began to think about how its own body made itself.

Anyway, after going through some hardships, Bai Quan has probably returned to his original state.

I won’t repeat the process. Judging from the white floc everywhere at the kitchen door, it took a long time.

The white dog shook its fur, swept its tail with its tail, cheered up and walked inside.

The kitchen built on the fourth floor of the tower contains a strong smell of blood, and the walls on the chopping board are splashed with red dots.

The sight of dogs is very short, and white dogs can only see vaguely.

This is not a place where vegetarian meals are cooked, this is a slaughterhouse.

The white dog was incompatible with the surrounding environment. Surrounded by the smell of rust, it came to the depths of the kitchen.

Open the unlocked wooden door and enter into several stables.

There are strange animals behind the closed fence door. The white dog can judge that the one closest to it is a "chicken" based on its own memory.

Will the chicken be delicious if it looks like this?

The white dog jumped lightly and grabbed the top of the corral.

The dog's furry head rested there, looking down.

Most of the chickens in the pen look similar to those on the dinner plate during the day. The only difference is the color... Oh, and the agility of the eyes.

It doesn't look like a common chicken in the human world at all, but it looks similar to a chicken that has been slaughtered, chopped off the head along the neck, and removed the limbs.

No hair yet, just a bare patch.

The chickens in the pen don't know yet that the danger is coming. They gather in twos and threes in the corral.

If Bai Quan is not mistaken, there is even a roasted chicken...the chicken is wearing a little bow tie.

White dog:?

It didn't understand but it was greatly shocked. It felt that it was being pinched very freely by the main body and even had a pair of eyes. But can a chicken still wear a bow tie?

The chicken wearing a bow tie also stood on its legs in a unique way, squealing among the chickens, as if giving a speech.

The white dog stared down for a while, and the moment the chicken in a bow tie finished speaking, he stepped on the fence gate and jumped in.

When a dog joins a flock of chickens, the chickens will fly and the dogs will jump.

The white dog took a bite of chicken feathers... Oh no, the chickens here only have meat and no feathers. He could swallow a whole chicken in one bite and half of the bow got stuck between his teeth.

I still remember that the chicken in the bow tie tried to make a shrill crow before it died. Fortunately, it was quick to bite and strangled everything in the cradle.

So how does a chicken crow without even a beak?

The white dog vomited for a long time and couldn't spit it out. In the end, he could only swallow it.

It tastes terrible, it just tastes like cloth.

In the next few corrals containing "pigs", "cows", "sheep" and other animals, he followed the same pattern, clinging to the fences to observe their strange appearances, then climbing in and eating them all.

There was some resistance in the middle, but it didn't matter. All resistance was useless and was easily suppressed by it.

They are ingredients, and they are ingredients to be served.

White dogs just make them die earlier.

At the end of the meal, the white dog lay down on the aisle between the stalls on both sides and burped.

It’s delicious, and it is indeed the food that I miss!

The white dog licked its canines and walked out as if taking a walk after a meal.

As for what will happen if someone discovers this place the next day?

It doesn’t know that it is an innocent dog sent by the main body.

What kind of bad intentions can a dog have? It just comes to eat a late-night snack.

……

The fourth-floor kitchen in the five-story tower is the only confirmed target tonight.

If Bai Su came out on his own, he would probably go back to his room after eating.

But what was released tonight was a relatively independent clone. Without the mandatory instructions of the main body, the white dog climbed all the way along the cliff.

The monks descending the steep steps only felt a chill on their heads, and looking up they could only see various plants growing on the cliff.

And there are dots of white among the vines that look black at night.

"Will the plants in our temple bloom?" a monk asked strangely.

"Who knows, they are all wild species, maybe they will bloom." The others were not interested in chatting.

The white dog, which was considered to be a certain type of flower, sneezed humanely, thinking that the main body was thinking of it.

Then it climbed over the fence and fell into the back of a courtyard.

The room in front was dimly lit, and people were walking back and forth inside.

The white dog leaned down and walked under the eaves, and was about to leave the confines of the house. It heard the humans inside talking.

"Have they all fallen asleep?"

"Abbott, we have sent people to inspect, and all the tourists are asleep." The speaker paused, "Those who fell on the ground have also been helped to bed. There should be no difference when they wake up tomorrow."<

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The voice of the person called the abbot was old, and he suppressed the desire in his heart calmly: "The number of people... is not enough. Let some tourists come in tomorrow morning."

The other person said yes. Bai Quan was just trying to hear whether they wanted to talk about tomorrow's Dharma gathering, but unexpectedly the temple abbot changed the subject.

"Has the pilgrim who fainted in the afternoon recovered?"

"No, he has been in a state of absent-mindedness."

"His friend?"

"Please go to the five-story tower for dinner. You should be asleep now."

"..." The old man pondered for a moment, "Bring him to the hall together tomorrow and see if the adult can save him."

Bai Quan is curious about who that adult is.

It thought about the statues of sexual freedom in several halls in its main body memory.

It’s so ugly. Can it really save people?

The memory of the main body also tells it that there is definitely something wrong with the people who built the temple, but after walking around Fuzhao Temple for a short time, except for the wrong-looking animals, the rest of the monks are all human beings.

Bai Quan couldn't understand, so he just tilted his head, then squatted under the eaves and wagged his tail.

The communication between humans in the room is still going on. The white dog can smell a delicious smell, but it is just on the surface. It has no interest in eating humans.

What's more, I feel that the people in the room are important people in tomorrow's Dharma conference.

The old abbot gave many instructions, and as the time gradually approached late at night, another monk asked him if he wanted to rest.

"Rest? No, that gentleman will have a good time gathering with the pilgrims in his dreams tonight."

"I hope all of them can have a pleasant night in their dreams."
Chapter completed!