Apart from the scary gaze behind him, this man made no sound when he walked. He was obviously a practicing practitioner.
"I feel like he's acting weird too, Tuantuan, what about you?"
Mo Luoqing looked at Tuantuan who had not spoken since entering the temple gate.
Everyone looked at him, then turned to look at the main hall behind the bronze tripod, but stopped talking.
"Just tell me what you want to say." King Jingyang rubbed her head.
"Someone died there."
The pain of the tragic death was still there, and even though the blood had been cleaned away, she could still see clearly.
Mo Luoqing's hand tightened suddenly, and he understood almost instantly the way she looked at him just now.
"That temple blessing was killed before, wasn't it?"
Tuantuan nodded, King Jingyang almost subconsciously turned his head and looked at Xinmiao Zhu, and Mo Luoqing's eyes were filled with hatred.
Seeing their expressions, Xin Miao Zhu couldn't help but frown and subconsciously looked towards the main hall.
That night they covered their mouths and no sound came out. The blood had been swept away and the bodies were divided and fed to the dogs. It couldn't have been exposed, right?
Thinking of this, I felt determined and stepped forward with a smile on my face.
"Is something wrong?"
King Jingyang subconsciously wanted to lift him up, but Tuantuan held his hand and looked at the new temple Zhu who was walking over.
"Why, kill?"
Xinmiao Zhu's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended to be confused on his face.
"You little kid, what are you talking about? Killing? We practitioners are even afraid of being trampled to death by ants. How can we kill people?"
King Jingyang didn't expect Tuantuan to say so directly, but what she said must be true. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to solve the problem violently, but saw Tuantuan tilting his head innocently and full of confusion.
"But that's not what those people behind you said."
Xin Miao Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around, but managed not to turn around, but his smile was visibly stiff.
"I don't know, what are you talking about."
"One hundred and thirty-six people." Tuantuan still looked at him seriously.
Xin Miaozhu's smile froze on his face, and he almost screamed in surprise subconsciously.
"What did you say?!"
"Behind you, one hundred and thirty-six people are calling you."
The pink and jade-carved little doll has a cherry-like mouth, but the words he spat out are like chains in the hands of ghosts, wrapping him layer by layer.
Panic crawled crazily across Xin Miao Zhu's cheeks like a plague, and he staggered and fell to the ground.
"You, how did you..."
How can we know?
How can you know so clearly!
He only vaguely remembered that hundreds of people had died in his hands, but he didn't expect that this little guy could be so accurate!
He was obviously in a temple filled with incense, but he seemed to be immersed in an ice cellar, and his teeth were chattering from the cold.
King Jingyang lowered his face and looked at Tuantuan.
"What do you mean, he killed one hundred and thirty-six people and is still here pretending to be a temple blessing?"
Tuantuan nodded, but Mo Luoqing exploded first.
"So, you were the one who killed Grandpa Miao Zhu, right?"
He suddenly jumped up and kicked Xinmiao Zhu hard.
Although Xin Miao Zhu was frightened, he still resisted instinctively when faced with a child's surprise attack. He blocked Mo Luoqing's attack with one elbow and kicked him away with the other kick.
"Momo!"
King Jingyang flew to Lamo Luoqing, and Xinmiao Zhu seemed to have reacted. He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Tuantuan's neck collar, and flew directly out.
Mo Luoqing saw this scene as soon as he was caught, and immediately shouted out with tears in his eyes.