As soon as the clown puppet poked its little head out, Su Qingyu pinched him with two fingers and pulled him out of the black backpack.
"Baby, you showed up just in time."
The clown puppet can understand human speech. When he heard Su Qingyu call him this, he immediately hugged Su Qingyu's finger, then put his wooden face against her finger and rubbed it.
"Help me go inside and take a look." Su Qingyu pointed at the small hole made by the statue.
The clown puppet nodded obediently.
Then, he jumped into the hole.
Su Qingyu and Bai Huo waited patiently outside.
After a while, the clown puppet came out safely. It drew pictures on Su Qingyu's palm, and told Su Qingyu through strokes and writing that there was a long passage inside the statue, which led to an unknown place.
Su Qingyu and Bai Huo discussed it.
The two decided to smash the idol.
They smashed the statue into a hole that humans could enter, and then got in.
The middle of the idol is hollow.
In fact, this is a hollow clay statue of a god with a layer of gold on the outside.
This idol is like the empty faith of this village.
It seems noble, indestructible, and packaged in a high-end package. In fact, there is only a layer of gold on the outside and nothing inside.
The soil inside has already cracked.
All it takes is a gentle impact from the outside to break.
After Su Qingyu got inside the statue, he found that the statue was built at the entrance of the basement.
Go down the basement passage.
They successfully found Zhixu Sanren who was hiding in the Monkey Temple.
To be precise, it can't be considered found.
Zhixu Sanren is sitting in the only room at the end of this passage.
There is only one light in his room.
The entire room was filled with broken mirrors.
At this moment, Zhixu Sanren's situation doesn't seem to be good.
There was dried blood on his arms, his hair was messy, his back was facing the door, and the mirror in front of him was broken into countless pieces.
He was breathing heavily, as if he had just finished a long run.
"Master..." Bai Huo called softly from behind.
"You still found me." Zhixu Sanren's voice was hoarse.
"You two, now is not the time to reminisce about the past." Su Qingyu walked forward directly. She found that the black hairs representing pollution had begun to grow on Zhixu Sanren's face, "Master, what's wrong with your face?" ?”
As he spoke, Su Qingyu took out a red drink from his black backpack.
Zhixu Sanren waved his hand and pointed to the medicine box next to him.
Su Qingyu squatted down and opened the medicine box. It was filled with injected needles and used red medicine.
These drugs require intravenous injection and have serious side effects.
Su Qingyu noticed that Zhixu Sanren had many pinholes on his body.
There are also signs of ulceration or waxing near the needle site.
Zhixu Sanren raised his head and opened his mouth. The chewed talisman fell out of his mouth and rolled to the ground with saliva. He smiled sinisterly, then grabbed Su Qingyu's wrist and pulled her to the ground. In front of him, he pressed his furry forehead against the back of her hand and said, "Little girl, are you worried about me?"
Wuxin put his bone-white hand on Su Qingyu's touched wrist.
The coldness on his body was even worse.
Su Qingyu shook her head gently at Wu Xin: "Don't touch him yet, I still have something to ask."
Then, Su Qingyu turned around and said to Bai Huo, "I'll ask first, okay?"
"Girl, please help yourself."
White Fire waits.
Yingluo helped Su Qingyu pull a chair from the side. Su Qingyu simply sat next to Zhixu Sanren. The dim light illuminated half of her face, which was dim and unclear. She suppressed her sensual emotions with reason and asked in a steady tone: " Master, I once asked you about my friend and the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. When you were in the sick village, you promised me that you would come to you at nine o'clock in the evening and you would tell me the truth.
At nine o'clock that night, I went to visit the master. The master was nowhere to be found, leaving only a mess on the ground. It would be easy for me to find a meal. "
Su Qingyu placed the broken butterfly hairpin and the fine hair needle inside on the table.
"Now, master, can you tell me?"
Zhixu Sanren raised a finger, then poked Su Qingyu's shoulder. He picked up a broken mirror, looked at Su Qingyu, and said, "Little girl, your face looks terrible now."
Su Qingyu looked at herself in the mirror and saw that everything was normal.
"Master, although I have a good temper, please consider the limit of a person's patience. We have walked a long way and are already very tired." Su Qingyu supported her head with one hand, "If you don't say anything, I will It’s not just his face that’s scary.”
"Are you threatening me?"
Su Qingyu was noncommittal: "I always forget to feed the weird ones around me, which makes them hungry. Master, I think your pollution is a bit serious now, but you can still talk to me normally. You should still be a human, right? You want You know, Weird can eat people."
Zhixu Sanren did not answer the question directly. Although he was seriously polluted, his words were calm and composed, which was his own will.
"So, you have made a choice between humans and weirdos?"
Su Qingyu couldn't be led away by his topic.
"There is no choice at all. I will only choose my own race." She quickly changed the subject, "I'm asking you about the butterfly hairpin."
Zhixu Sanren glanced at the butterfly hairpin and said without any fluctuation in his voice: "Promise me something and I will tell you. Otherwise, you and your friends will never think about meeting each other again in this life."
"Master, although I act with your apprentice, it does not mean that I am a person of high quality like him." Su Qingyu opened the Zhixu Sanren's fingers that were clamping his arm one by one. "When necessary, I We will take necessary measures, and it will be bad if we hurt the master."
"Haha, you haven't learned how to extract confessions through torture, have you? Your disguise is too poor, and threats are useless to me. We only have one chance to make a deal. If you give up, I will take everything with me to hell."
Su Qingyu frowned.
She sat silently in front of Zhixu Sanren.
Zhixu Sanren looked at Baihuo and ordered: "Disciple, please go out first. I have something to say to this girl. Don't worry, I am still a teacher." The implication of this sentence is After promising Bai Huo that he would not harm Su Qingyu.
Bai Huo nodded and left the room.
"Now, girl, do you want to listen to my terms?" Zhixu Sanren looked like an old god.
"Go ahead and let me think about it."
"The deal is simple. I will tell you the truth I know, and you will stop Bai Huo from going to Daystar Group for me."
"Huh?" Before Su Qingyu could figure out Zhixu Sanren's intention, a hot tear fell on the back of her hand, "This... are you crying?"
Zhixu Sanren had a face covered with black hair, tears streaming down his face.
He had too many regrets that he couldn't make up for.
Now that we have reached this point, it is time to leave.
His only concern was his disciple.
