"What's wrong?"
As soon as Nan Er put down the bowl in his hand, he saw Xia Zhichan's expression of wanting to curse. He scratched his head in confusion, and then pointed at the pottery bowl:
"Let's have another bowl."
"You...you are such a good person, but it's hard to persuade a damn ghost."
Xia Zhichan shook her head, looked at the empty pottery bowl, and then looked at the broken and extinguished incense in the incense burner next to her.
"What's wrong? Didn't I just drink half a bowl of wine from you? When did you become so stingy..."
Strangely enough, after half a bowl of wine, I suddenly felt comfortable, as if I had eaten a piece of ice on a hot summer day.
All the fatigue on his body has been eliminated, and he feels as if he has had enough food and wine. Now it is okay to let him go out and fight with the corpses for a while.
"Oh, there must be some wine left. Give me some more."
Hearing this, Xia Zhichan just rolled his eyes. He motioned to Nan Er angrily to raise his head to see if he was still in the mood to drink.
"Ah? Above, what's on it..."
As soon as Nan Er looked up, he saw the clay statue on the high platform.
The current statue no longer looked as drunk as before. Instead, it had its eyes wide open and its teeth and claws bared as if it wanted to eat people.
"What kind of statue is this? Why does it look so angry?"
"How dare you say that after drinking his wine. Be careful he comes down and beats you later."
As Xia Zhichan spoke, she took out the incense from the incense burner with the intention of giving it a try. A flame flashed on the fingertips of her right hand, and she wanted to light the incense again.
But strangely enough, the incense that usually lit easily could not be lit today. The flame at Xia Zhichan's fingertips could only directly burn the incense to black, and then turn it into ashes, but it could not be lit again no matter what.
"well……"
He could only sigh, and then looked at Nan Er who didn't know what was going on. The latter seemed to have just understood something.
"A mud tire can also hit people, he..."
Nan Er looked up again, not sure if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the eyes of the statue were staring at him.
No, it's just a drink, no need to be so stingy.
"Is he a monster too?"
"no."
Xia Zhichan shook his head. He crushed the incense in his hand into ashes and put it back into the incense burner. He answered Nan Er's question:
"He is just a statue of a clay-born god. He is just a little spiritual because of the incense he received for decades."
"Oh, then why did you toast him?"
Nan Er felt that it was not a big deal to drink and toast secretly. People in the world would sometimes steal tributes to eat when they stayed in temples. Anyway, they were just fruit cakes, and most of the monks turned a blind eye. Only one eye.
"I want him to help..."
Xia Zhichan said, pointing to the surging tide of corpses outside the house. Although they could not enter the hall now, they were still unwilling to leave and could only keep walking around the hall.
"Deal with them?"
Nan Er looked at the tide of corpses outside, especially the broken body parts in the courtyard, all of which were made by his hands.
After thinking about it in his mind, he realized that although there were many corpses outside, they were all very weak. He could kill several of them with almost one knife. He managed to hold on for a long time without anyone's help.
Thinking of this, I realized that I seemed to be injured. The corpses had grabbed my body several times before, grabbing it with their hands and chewing it with their teeth. Half of my trouser legs were almost torn into cloth. The exposed skin is covered with scars left by fingernails.
Looking down now, I found that all those scars had disappeared, not even a trace was left.
"No. He is not needed to deal with those walking zombies."
Having said this, Xia Zhichan glanced sideways at Nan Er, who was looking down at the wound, and continued:
"Can't you deal with those guys?"
"Hehe, that can be dealt with. Those guys have no brains. They just keep rushing forward. It's too easy to kill them. It's just like hitting the knife edge."
Nan Er said confidently at first, and then thought about it and felt something was wrong. Xia Zhichan didn't mean that he was going to deal with the tidal wave of corpses outside the door.
"But there are too many of them. Even if they kill each other one by one, they can tire me to death. Do you have any other way to do it faster?"
"Quickly...how fast do you want to go? Raise your hand to summon a few lightning bolts from the sky and blast them into a pile of coke. Is that fast?"
Xia Zhichan held up her sleeves and said in a half-joking tone.
"That's right, that's the quick way. Don't you know the Five Thunder Methods and the like, and the Supreme Laojun's urgency is as fast as the law."
As Nan Er spoke, he waved his fingers towards the sky a few times.
"Yo? You also know about the Five Thunder Methods... You saw it in some villain book."
"It's the one I bought at Qian's Store before. It tells stories about many people who have become immortals through cultivation. Many people can control thunder and lightning, soar into the clouds and mist, and so on."
After Nan Er finished speaking, he understood the underlying meaning of Xia Zhichan's question. Instead of being embarrassed, he asked confidently:
"Didn't you say you entered some kind of entry level? Why are you still acting like an ordinary mortal? Not to mention how to control thunder and lightning, you can't even do the most basic thing of flying in the clouds and mists."
"I ride on a horse..."
Xia Zhichan almost cursed. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. He clenched his fists and wanted to give Nan Er a slap in the face. He also wanted to explain:
"I am injured now. I don't have much energy in my body, and my body is like paper. And to say the least..."
He suddenly stopped here, turned his head and glanced at the back door of the hall, and lowered his voice for fear of being heard by others:
"No one would show their trump cards just for these little minions."
"Oh...then what?"
Only then did Nan Er realize that Xia Zhichan's current actions were obviously fishing. There was no reason to rush to close the net and set the hook as soon as a small fish appeared.
"Then? Since you drank half the bowl of wine, you can't just watch from the sidelines. You have to put in some effort."
Xia Zhichan saw Nan Er rolling up his sleeves and holding a knife, about to rush out to fight with the corpses, and quickly stopped him:
"There are endless corpses outside. There are mass graves near here. Bandits were suppressed and wars were fought decades ago. There are too many dead bodies."
"Then what should I do?"
"You go to the back hall now and help me do something."
Xia Zhichan pointed to the side door on the other side of the main hall. After going out from the small door, he came directly to the back hall of the temple. He had never been to that place, but he could probably guess what was inside.
"Oh, what are you talking about?"
Nan Er walked to the small door, gently pushed open a gap, and looked around a few times in the faint moonlight. He found that although the courtyard in front of the hall was crowded with corpses, there was not a single corpse in the backyard. Empty.
But I don't know why, this empty atmosphere makes people feel more uncomfortable than the tide of corpses in the front yard, as if even the air is filled with a disgusting smell.
After exiting the small gate, you can walk only a few steps to the apse of the temple.
"You go into the back hall later and help me find something. It's about the size of a fist. It's an emerald-green jade stone."
Xia Zhichan made a simple gesture, and then took the opportunity to pat Nan Er's back a few times. A trace of the spell was imprinted on the clothes, and then disappeared after a flash, as if it had never appeared.
"Jade? The size of a fist..."
Nan Er was repeating it when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. If he only went into the back hall to get a piece of jade, why should he go for such a simple job? Xia Zhichan could just go in by herself.
Things are not as simple as what the other party said. Most of them are either monsters or ghosts. This bastard wants to get into trouble.
"Is there anything else in there?"
When Nan Er said this, he also focused his eyes on Xia Zhichan's face, trying to get some clues from the other person's expression.
But Xia Zhichan concealed it very well, and there was nothing wrong at all. But the calmer it was, the more suspicious Nan Er felt.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter."
"real?"
"Alas... I can't die anyway."
Xia Zhichan smiled brightly, not knowing whether the words he said were true or false, and patted his chest, looking like I can swear to it.
"Is it okay if you don't go? How about you go and I'll keep a lookout for you."
Nan Er was a little scared, mainly because he only glanced at the side hall, and an inexplicable sense of disgust and fear surged in his heart, as if there were some powerful monsters and monsters in that house.
"Originally, you didn't have to go. He should be left to handle matters in the apse."
Xia Zhichan said, pointing to the statue on the high platform, and then continued without waiting for Nan Er to answer:
"But if you drink half a bowl of wine, you have to do half of the work for him. Either you go into the back hall, or..."
"Or what?"
"When the guy in the back hall comes out, you go deal with it."
Gudong - Nan Er swallowed a gulp of saliva. He regretted it in his heart. You said you had nothing to do and why did you take such a sip of wine? If you had known earlier, you would have died of thirst rather than drink.
"Are the guys there difficult to deal with? I can try..."
"I have to rely on the idol to deal with it. Do you think it's powerful? Anyway, there are only two ways. Either you go in, or the monster comes out and you deal with it."
"Then you come in with me. We are brothers. As the saying goes, brothers working together can break gold. If we work together..."
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm a patient! How could I do such a dangerous thing?"
"But I..."
Xia Zhichan didn't even give Nan Er a chance to quibble anymore. He just pushed open the small door and drove Nan Er out. Then he closed the small door with his backhand and said:
"Remember, there is a black box in the back hall. The things are inside. If you take it, run quickly. If you run slowly, you may be eaten by monsters..."
"You are a horse-riding person, I know you are a horse-trading person! You are an ungrateful thing, why don't you die quickly? You are a horse-trading patient, bah!"
Nan Er looked at the closed door and was almost angry to death. He cursed in his mouth and walked towards the back hall.
He opened the door, and the back hall was dark, as if there was a black mist shrouding it. Even the moonlight in the courtyard couldn't shine in, so he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside the house.
Nan Er was still cursing as he walked into the dark back hall. He didn't see the black box Xia Zhichan mentioned before at all, so he could only fumble his way inside.
It wasn't until I was almost at the end that I vaguely saw a square outline, but it didn't look like the black box Xia Zhichan said, but more like...
Nan Er's hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but cursed angrily:
"Xia Zhichan, fuck you uncle! How can this horse riding be a black box? This horse riding is clearly a mouthful..."
"——Coffin!"
At the same time, the palace door behind him suddenly closed with a bang.
