Qi Zhuyue feels that the word "the ignorant is fearless" is really right.

She didn't know if she should stop it.

In fact, she tried to dissuade him, but to no avail. An Xiangwen had his own ideas.

The curly-haired young man carefully held several futons stacked together to form a shield and walked forward.

His direction was toward the door, and he was preparing to approach the white dog-like creature lying at the door.

A few minutes ago, An Xiangwen and Qi Zhuyue played several games that he had played before, and recommended that he must play them if he had the chance to go out and still remember.

The black-haired girl who was dazed by Amway responded vaguely, not knowing how much she heard.

Then the two people started a discussion on ritual magic. The speaker was Qi Zhuyue, and the audience was An Xiangwen.

Qi Zhuyue: "How to destroy the ceremony..."

An Xiangwen: "Give up, Miss Qi, you can't beat me!"

An Xiangwen felt that if they played games, they might still have a chance of success, but this was a dream comparable to reality.

Fighting against the five scum is fighting against the five scum, and the only one who can fight has no weapon.

An Xiangwen: "Did Ms. Qi order a fight?"

Qi Zhuyue: "Ah? Are you asking about fighting skills? I'm sorry...my grades in this area are passable."

Although her passing score is much higher than that of ordinary people, it is obviously not good compared with the supernatural.

An Xiangwen: "Oh, does that mean you just click on shooting? Even if it's throwing... you can also use local materials."

Qi Zhuyue: "I'm really sorry that I only know how to shoot!"

It started again, and started talking about things she didn’t understand.

Qi Zhuyue's eyes wandered around the messy utility room. She had to admit that if she knew how to use other skills, she could use local materials to make weapons.

An Xiangwen: "If you know how to fight, how much damage can a thick wooden stick or the like be counted as..."

Qi Zhuyue: "Let go of your game terminology, Mr. An, we are not playing games and people will really die!"

An Xiangwen: "Okay."

The curly-haired young man looked regretful and threw away the wooden stick he was using as a pen, as well as the tattered futon in his hand.

An Xiangwen touched his chestnut curly hair: "Are there any other clues now?"

Generally speaking, if there are spells to invite the gods, there will definitely be spells to send the gods, but unfortunately, the two thread-bound books in their hands have no writing, but there are some weird little spells, which have to be recited for a long time.

Scripture.

If you have not studied or practiced it specifically, it will be impossible to pronounce it easily, and your tongue may even be tied.

An Xiangwen: "So if it's a tour... fine, I won't say anything anymore!"

The curly-haired young man made a zipper gesture with his mouth.

Putting aside the difficult scriptures, the two humans rummaged around the hall again. The white dog squatting at the door did not stop them. It watched the humans leave its sight.

It doesn't matter, but I can still feel it... Qi Zhuyue thought for a while and continued to go deeper into the back of the palace.

The rear of the main hall was also in a mess, and was only slightly better than the Heavenly King's Hall which was demolished into ruins.

At least humans have a place to put their legs down, so that they won’t be unable to step in.

An Xiangwen asked helplessly: "Can we really find anything else here? Maybe the two books that Brother Bai threw to us are all the clues."

Qi Zhuyue looked in front of her: "I have to try it."

It didn't take long to search. There weren't many places to hide things at the back of the hall. Even if An Xiangwen used his three-light talent as a gamer, they didn't find anything more.

So I pulled out a piece of paper from the corner, with the words "Escape quickly" crookedly written on it.

The human being was silent for a while facing the paper.

"A former victim?" An Xiangwen rubbed the paper. The yellowed paper looked easy to fold, "Oh, why don't you write more."

Qi Zhuyue felt a little strange after hearing this, but before she thought about it, An Xiangwen started the next topic.

"Speaking of which, Brother Bai once said that there is also the abbot's residence here."

"Can we go over there and have a look?"

Qi Zhuyue thinks it is okay, but the problem is, how will they get there?

The winding corridor outside is not so easy to navigate, not to mention that there will be statues popping up from inexplicable places. Finally, the white dog-like creature is still squatting at the door.

"I think..." An Xiangwen touched his chin, "I have an idea."

The human walked out from the back of the hall, picked up several scattered but intact futons from the ground, stacked them together, and slowly approached the entrance of the hall.

How should it be called? He remembered that Brother Bai called it... "White Dog?"

An Xiangwen got closer and shouted tentatively.

The head of the creature that was lying on the ground slowly turned in the direction of the sound, and raised its head covered by curly hair.

The eyes seem to be looking at humans, but since they are covering their eyes to see clearly, they can only conclude that they are being watched.

An Xiangwen took two steps closer, but Bai Quan didn't respond.

The human holds the futon and sticks it to the nearest position, and the white dog can bite him as long as he opens his mouth.

Then An Xiangwen gave full play to his reckless spirit and touched it with one hand.

When Qi Zhuyue saw this scene from behind, her heart was in her throat.

Fortunately, nothing bad happened.

An Xiangwen successfully touched the white dog's head. Seeing that the white dog had no intention of attacking, he rubbed it twice.

The touch of the white curly hair is a bit different from that of animal hair, but they are both quite soft. It makes people feel furry on their backs when touching it, as if if they don't pay attention... his hand will fall off.

And... An Xiangwen put down the futon and his eyes flickered twice.

Did he touch something strange?

It is round, with many round protrusions under his palm.

In order to confirm that what he touched was not an illusion, An Xiangwen continued to use his hand and reached out to Bai Quan's abdomen with his other hand.

"An Xiangwen!" Qi Zhuyue called An Xiangwen by name from behind and raised his voice.

The white dog glanced back lazily. Even without showing its eyes, Qi Zhuyue felt that she was being "looked at".

The black-haired girl remained silent.

An Xiangwen's hand stretched out on Bai Quan's abdomen and touched more round protrusions, which slowly rolled with the rise and fall of his breathing.

Oops... An Xiangwen looked away from the white dog and looked straight ahead, looking at the red sun in the sky outside the hall.

Such an interesting discovery, did he have to forget it when he came out of the dream?

The human hand unconsciously touched it twice more, showing a skillful gesture of petting the dog.

Others were frightened when they saw it, but An Xiangwen himself knew that he didn't have many mood swings, and his heart was full of regret.

It's a pity, but we still have to push forward the progress that should be made.

After An Xiangwen adjusted his emotions, he lowered his head and picked up Qi Zhuyue's fearful white dog and brought it to him.

With soft hair and a dog-like figure, An Xiangwen said his request very seriously: "White Dog! I have a once-in-a-lifetime request!"

"Take us to where the abbot lives and have a look!"
Chapter completed!