What is he?

Bai Su thought for a moment and replied: "Monster."

He immediately continued: "It doesn't matter what I am, you are going to die soon anyway."

Threatening words came from the black-haired young man, but he was not in a hurry to deal with the monk in front of him.

He took the remaining rosary beads from the monk's shackled hands, turned his back, and pointed the solid wood beads at the sunlight falling through the broken window to examine them.

The round sphere flashed twice under the red sun's light, and then the wood grain on the surface of the bead began to rotate, slowly transforming into a carving with content.

Before the carving was completed, the beads were crushed by the palm of the hand.

The debris leaked from Bai Su's loosened palm, and the rest of the beads followed the same method.

After squeezing the rosary beads, Bai Su turned back to the monk who was too frightened to move... well, he was imprisoned to the point of being unable to move and still a little distracted.

He has an idea.

But before that... the white catkins continued to rise, condensing the shape of the hand, pinching and lifting the monk's chin.

The monk stared at the monk with dark eyes. The monk was so numb that he could not feel the body parts below the chest. Only the lower jaw could still feel pain.

Derailed.

Their plan went off the rails.

In pain, the monk began to wonder if he shouldn't have come here alone today. If he had a companion or the abbot... No, everyone can't beat him.

His shoulders began to lose feeling, and the monk couldn't look away. He could only look into Bai Su's black eyes.

"You guys... forget it, I feel like I can figure this out later." Bai Su thought for a while, "If I don't hang up the red rope, will the ceremony start?"

"...No." The monk answered with difficulty.

The chase will continue until the number of sacrifices is reduced to an appropriate number.

"In this way." Bai Su nodded, "You don't have any in your hands either?"

When the monk heard this, his eyes couldn't help but twitch twice.

He wanted to say whether believers could be the same as outsiders, but due to the threat of death, he did not dare to speak out and hasten his own end.

This is a dream, and what he comes to in the dream is also his own consciousness. Just because he is a believer, nothing will happen if his consciousness dies.

"I...I am an exception."

"It must be an accident, right? Who else is there besides the abbot and you?"

"Also, there is another monk."

"There are only three people."

Bai Su thought about the conditions of the ceremony, added up the success rate, and found that even with ten sacrifices, it was only 80%.

He took a deep look at the monk, who suddenly understood that Bai Su was dissatisfied that there were few of them.

The monk choked up. It is not easy to cultivate capable believers, and not everyone can remain rational after being shocked. The crazy ones are long gone.

The monks don’t want to count how many bones they have buried in the mountains behind them.

There are some who have their own people, some who are believers who have been made into bone staffs, and some who are nosy.

The monk was suddenly drawn back to his attention, and his eyes fell back on the black-haired young man in front of him.

His eyes - the monk felt dizzy with ringing in his ears. The black-haired young man's mouth seemed to be opening and closing to say something, but he couldn't hear it.

Eyes, he was watched by many eyes.

I'm going to die...I'm really going to die!

Under the coercion of death, human beings suddenly burst out with the will to survive: "Wait - cough cough cough, don't kill me!"

The monk's neck was almost stretched into a straight line: "If I die, there will be fewer people participating in the ceremony, and it will fail... By then everyone will——"

Halfway through the monk's words, he lost control of his mouth.

"What does their inability to get out have to do with me?" Bai Su asked strangely, "But you reminded me, it really can't be so simple and crude."

The white catkins had faded quite a bit, exposing the monk's arms.

Bai Su raised the corners of his lips and stretched out his hand towards the monk.

"Do you want to 'live'?" he asked.

The monk's eyes were splitting, and he wanted to answer no, because his subconscious told him that something terrible would happen.

But he had no chance. The loss of consciousness had already spread over the bridge of his nose. Only the monk's eyes were still blinking wildly.

"Ah, I forgot that you can't speak anymore." Bai Su said with a smile, "But I can already see the answer from your eyes."

The monk had a bad premonition.

The next second, he saw his hand wrapped in white catkins and raised his right hand.

The weak right hand was lifted up and moved closer to Bai Su's outstretched hand.

The monk's eyes blinked faster, but then he couldn't blink anymore.

In the end, all that is left to mankind is his ability to see and think.

The monk gently raised his hands to Bai Su's palm.

The smile on the black-haired young man's face became bright and unpredictable.

"You promised."

"I will let you 'survive'."

……

The monk in monk's robe opened the door of the library in front.

The door knocker jingled with the vibration, and everything inside the door was revealed to the visitor.

The statues here have not disappeared.

The statue in the center is the one wearing a mask, with purple-red viscous liquid continuously leaking from the hole on the right side.

This covered statue holds a bowl in its hands, and liquid falls into the bowl and then onto the lotus pedestal at the sole of its feet.

There is something interesting in the lotus seat, there are a few lotus flowers with broken roots floating there.

Flowers... Speaking of which, those I saw on the road... what did Bai Su think of.

There are lit incense candles on both sides of the room, and the styles are the same as those they light outside.

Counting the number again, it matches the number of people outside.

Bai Su raised his head, looked at the masked head for a while, and then walked forward.

He walked all the way to the lotus platform and stepped on the mucus accumulated near the altar. A lot of it was also stained on the monk's robe, making his clothes a little heavier.

He remembered that the monk was here to get something.

Still digesting human memories, Bai Su followed the memory's guidance.

Do you want to reach out... This liquid is a bit sticky and disgusting.

After looking at the base of the lotus platform filled with liquid for a while, Bai Su finally gave up and reached out.

With a change of heart, Bai Xu took out two clusters from his hands and stretched them out into the liquid. He fished a large area in the base, skipping the floating lotus petals, and soon fished out a small box.

The box has no lock, and is only covered with two pieces of paper with red characters on a white background that look like talismans. It has been soaked for so long but it doesn’t feel moist to the touch.

Bai Xu raised the box in the air and shook it, and there was a sound of objects colliding inside.

What's inside?

Although he was curious, Bai Su didn't explore it like he did with Qi Zhuyue's black box.

After all, it is a prop used in a ceremony, so it would be bad if it backfires.

After shaking for a while, Bai Su put the box into the cuff of the monk's robe.

Human standard clothes are quite convenient for storing things.

After getting the target item, Bai Su turned around and walked out.

Behind him, the white catkins that had been retrieved expanded rapidly and filled the entire room. The candlesticks and lamps were implicated and fell, but there was no sound of collision as they were caught and swallowed by the white catkins.

When Baisu completely walked out of the warehouse door, the whole room was filled with Baisu.

Bai Su stood on the edge of the broken glass window, looking into the distance from a high place.

It’s such a huge magic circle...Every dream can come true.
Chapter completed!