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 out of the black-haired young man's mouth, 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 looked at the solid wood beads in the sunlight falling through the broken window.
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.
Debris leaked from Bai Su's loosened palm, and the rest of the beads followed the same pattern.
After squeezing the rosary beads, Bai Su turned back to the monk who was too frightened to move...well, he was too frightened to move and still a little distracted.
He has an idea.
But before that... the white catkins continued to rise, condensing into the shape of his hand, pinching and lifting the monk's chin.
His dark eyes were fixed on the monk. The monk was so numb that he could not feel the body parts below his chest. Only his jaw could still feel pain.
Derailed.
Their plans were derailed.
In pain, the monk began to wonder if he shouldn't have come here alone today. If he had a companion or an abbot... no, no one could 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 continues until the number of sacrifices is reduced to a suitable number.
"That's it." Bai Su nodded, "You don't have any in your hand either?"
The monk couldn't help but twitch his eyes after hearing this.
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 his own consciousness. Just because he is a believer, nothing will happen if his consciousness dies.
"I...I'm an exception."
"It must be an accident, right? Who else is there besides the abbot and you?"
"There is also a 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 with the small number of them.
The monk choked up. It was not easy to cultivate capable believers, and not everyone could remain rational despite the shock. The crazy ones were long gone.
The monks didn't want to count how many bones they had buried in the mountain behind them.
There are some who are 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 face of 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 could not hear it.
Eyes, he was watched by many eyes.
I'm going to die... I'm really going to die!
Under the threat 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--"
In the middle of 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 if he promised.
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 man 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'll 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.
The masked statue holds a bowl in its hands, into which liquid falls and then drips into the lotus pedestal at the soles of its feet.
There is something interesting in the lotus seat. There are several lotus flowers with broken roots floating there.
Flowers... Speaking of which, the ones he saw on the road... Bai Su thought of something.
Both sides of the room were lit with incense candles, the same shape and style as those they lit outside.
Counting the number again, it matches the number of heads 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 stretched out two clusters from her hands and stretched them out into the liquid. She fished a large area in the base, skipping the floating lotus petals, and soon fished out a small box.
The box had no lock, and was only covered with two pieces of paper with red letters on a white background that looked like talismans. It had been soaked for so long but it didn'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 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.
Humans' 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 rapidly expanded to fill the entire room. The candlestick and lamp were caught and swallowed up without making a collision sound.
By the time Bai Su walked out of the warehouse, the entire room was filled with Bai Su.
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.
(End of chapter)
