Baisu is in the five-story pagoda.

Because he thought that he had just separated a white dog last night, he just threw the white dog at the door of the hall and asked him to guard the two humans.

On the one hand, it is to "protect" humans and deal with statues that may find their way to the past. On the other hand, it is also to take care of them.

Bai Su’s wording was correct.

After all, it is the minimum of two sacrifices, and he will still take good care of them.

It should be okay to leave the matter to his clone... right? Bai Su wasn't sure.

He had seen the white dog eating scene. It was a mess. He didn't have a very high IQ, but he had the ability to act independently.

It’s better than having the ability to be independent.

Bai Su turned his consciousness away uneasily and took a look. The white dog was lying on the ground and facing into the hall. In front of its sight were two humans with their backs to it, huddled together, probably flipping through the two thread-bound books.
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He only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

The environment inside the five-story tower is still quiet, and the red sun in the sky makes the glazed windows even more dazzling, giving people a strange and bizarre feeling.

The surrounding candlesticks have changed colors. The purple-red firelight is swaying, and the cyan smoke is rising vertically from below.

Bai Su climbed up the stairs.

At first he only heard his own footsteps, but after a change of perspective, he heard another person's footsteps.

The human footsteps were full of hesitation. The other person didn't know whether to come down and take a look, because in his knowledge, there should be no other people in the tower.

Why are there the footsteps of the second person, and his companion is coming?

After hesitating, the other person quickly walked up and climbed all the way to the top.

In front of the closed warehouse door on the top floor, humans turned around warily, listening to the footsteps approaching from downstairs.

The rosary in his hand twisted tighter and tighter, and finally he saw a black hair appear in his field of vision - not his companion.

His companions are all bald, where does the hair come from?

The moment he found out he was not his companion, the rosary beads in the monk's hand ejected, flying like bullets towards the gradually revealed black head.

The monk aimed at the opponent's temple, but it was avoided.

Bai Su stepped on the last step, tilted his head slightly, and dodged the attack as if he had no idea.

With a crisp clattering sound, the rosary penetrated through the glass behind it, bringing down a piece of glass shard.

Colorful glass fragments fell like rain, but no one appreciated it.

In fact, it didn't matter if Bai Su didn't hide. He just happened to tilt his head and look at the monk standing on the fifth floor.

Seeing this, Bai Su thought for a moment and then said, "It's you."

Bai Su still had some impression of this monk with a deep scar on his head. He was the one who blocked the road for inspection on the way to the back mountain yesterday.

The black-haired young man smiled and repeated: "So it's you."

The monk in front of him rummaged through his memory, and probably pulled out from his memory that he had received this tourist. The other person looked at him for a while, and at that time he had the impression that this tourist was a little strange.

Now it looks...more than weird.

The monk lowered his eyes and looked at the wrist of the person in front of him.

There is no red rope.

But why is there no red rope? This is a tourist who has eaten fast and stayed in the temple. He must have been taken in——

The monk thought for a moment.

Anyone who has entered last night's dream will definitely be marked. The marked person will die if he loses the red rope. Then the only possibility is... this tourist did not fall asleep last night.

Something went wrong with the food? No, he made sure all the tourists ate it.

That is... The monk opened his eyes slightly in thought.

Monk: "Little mouse!"

Bai Su: "?"

Rat, what rat?

Bai Su thought for a moment about that thin and cunning animal, with an expression that looked like a human being was talking about something.

He doesn't look like a mouse at all, okay?

The monk opposite quickly completed the self-consistency of logic and found a reason for Bai Su to appear in the five-story pagoda.

If it is the little mouse their abbot said, it is possible. The other party even paid off the inventory of their temple, if the abbot had not left "money" for his private house...

The monk's expression became gloomy, and he twisted the rosary string with a missing bead in his hand faster and faster.

"You were the one who emptied the temple's warehouse!"

"Ah? Yes."

Although he didn't know why the topic jumped from mice, Bai Su still nodded.

After nodding, Bai Su also commented: "It's quite delicious, but it's not enough to make you hungry, but it's better because of the quantity."

The gloomy expression on the monk's face froze for a moment.

What is this person talking about? But no matter what he wants to express, as an ordinary outsider, this person will die in the end.

Killed by him, or died as a sacrifice.

With this thought in mind, the monk took the initiative to break the peace between the two.

Using the rosary beads as bullets to shoot out again, Bai Su walked up a few steps. After walking onto the fifth floor platform, the floor behind him was penetrated.

The monk was still reciting something in a low voice, and unknown scriptures came out of his mouth. You could vaguely see the rosary in his hand glowing with a dark red light.

Spell? Incantation? Or something else...

Bai Su thought and leaned over.

No matter how fast the monk is, it is only the speed of ordinary humans.

He missed a few shots and sensed something was wrong.

The black-haired young man hid so easily that he couldn't hurt the opponent even though he used the spells he learned.

Out of caution, the monk added a shield to himself.

The monk's pupils dilated for a moment, and as the last syllable of the chanted sutra fell, he felt something in his body leave him.

Then, a translucent and purple-red thin wall appeared in front of him.

The monk's heel was pressed against the rear door of the treasury, and his free left hand was also pressed against the round door knocker. As long as there was a mistake, he could duck in.

The back is their territory. As long as he enters, he can——

The monk had not finished thinking, but the big face that suddenly appeared in front of the barrier took away all his attention.

"What is this?" Bai Su asked.

Out of curiosity, he suddenly narrowed the distance between himself and the monk.

He stretched out his hand and touched the translucent barrier. He could feel some resistance, but it was only a little. He could smash it directly with a fist.

"So is this the magic that the Buddha taught you?" Bai Su answered his own question, "No."

Something white hit the barrier, and the "shield" that was supposed to last for a long time was as brittle as paper, and it broke into pieces before it could last even a second.

Then the white color quickly poured in, almost drowning the monks who were close to the door.

It was not far away from being submerged. Bai Xu wrapped the monk's hand that was holding the door knocker tightly, and then climbed all the way up, wrapping his whole body in it.

When Bai Su saw the gloomy-looking monk in front of him, his expression suddenly changed to one of horror and a bit of incomprehension.

"You...what exactly are you?"

The monk opened his mouth several times and finally uttered a question.
Chapter completed!