I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

Ever since she knew that the rune on the little monk was written by her, her attitude towards Qiuli changed from superior to inferior to equal.

Li Chong now subconsciously regards Qiuli as a fellow Taoist.

Qiuli had never seen Rende's body before. She walked into Chen Liang's room, and his body was still sitting on the chair, bent and squeezed together, as if he was hugged by something before.

There was a livid purple on his body, so Qiuli dared to touch his bare hand. Although it was cold, it was not to the point of freezing.

She withdrew her hand. It looked like he had been dead for at least a while.

A sentence suddenly crossed Qiuli's mind: Play your role well.

This is the notice when the mission was released. The ghost monk doesn't care if you are a player or not, as long as you behave differently from before, that is the target to be cleared.

If this assumption is true, then the purpose of ghost monks is to protect the temple and eliminate heresy.

Today is the third day, if the players still get nothing, they should be anxious.

This Chen Liang looked rather shabby, probably she didn't have points to buy a resurrection card, Qiu Li felt that she was also a poor ghost, and she still lacked 1000 points to buy a resurrection card.

It seems that I have to hurry up.

The next thing is out of their control, and the corpse was quickly put in a coffin and sent away.

Li Chong and Zhao Di continued to go back to Chan Qi.

In the afternoon, the whole sky was gloomy and scary. Qiuli went back to the house early, released Fengying, and put food and water for it.

Ten minutes later, a woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Is this Master Qiu's house?"

Qiuli was taken aback. She vaguely heard this voice last night, it was in the underground river.

She put away the wind eagle, held her breath, and remained silent.

The visitor walked a few steps, reached out to knock on the door, and continued to ask, "Excuse me, is anyone home?"

Qiuli took out the "perspective mirror" and looked out of the door. A woman with red curly hair, wearing an exquisite suit and carrying a satchel, was looking around impatiently at the door.

Seeing no one answered, the man at the door finally lost his patience.

She took out a key and inserted it into the keyhole.He opened the door and walked in, said "Huh" in his mouth, "Sure enough, there is no one."

She glanced at the quilt on the floor and the rice bowl next to it.

"He even has a pet, probably the cat." A man's voice suddenly sounded, and he appeared in a moment.

Qiuli wore an "invisible rag" and huddled in a corner, startled. She thought that only a woman had come, and she planned to hide and knock her out.

Fortunately, I didn't start.

The man was in his thirties, with thin cheeks and light brown eyes. Wearing a black shirt and black narrow-leg pants, he looked very capable.

The two dug through and found two Buddhist scriptures, "Is this person really related to the death of the artist?" the woman asked.

"The artist was with her before he died, I'm sure." The man sneered and said, "Although the picture is blurred, I'm sure it was her. When I find her and interrogate her, everything will be clear."

"Shutong, let's go, there are no clues here, come back at night." The woman dropped the Buddhist scriptures in her hand and went out first.

"Shu Yao, don't call me Shutong from now on, call me Fourteen!" Shutong followed her out the door, and the door closed with a "click".

The sarcasm of Shu Yao was faintly heard from the door.

Only then did Qiuli remove the "invisible rag" from her head. It was true that the artist last night did not kill herself, but his death was indeed related to her.

There should be a contact method between them. When the artist was fighting with himself, there was a high probability that he would send his own image to the artist boy.

This Shu Tong, ranked 14th in the puppet guild, has invisible props, which is the same as himself, a little hard to guard against, and I don't know if they have succeeded in what they did in the underground river.

She sneered at the corner of her mouth. Originally, she only wanted to investigate the cause of the abbot's death, since these people valued the things in the dark river so much.

Then she went down to take a look, since she has become an enemy, and there is no reason why she should not pay attention to what the enemy values.

Qiuli waited for an hour, the cooling time of the invisible rag had passed, and then she went out and walked in the direction of the black tower.

The sky became more and more gloomy, and the sound of wind chimes came from my ears, and the little monk guarding the gate was standing at the gate and walking back and forth.

Qiuli put on the "invisible rag" and walked past him, took out the "wall piercing talisman paper" she touched last night, bit the bullet, and took a step forward.

As if passing through a gray flowing substance, after a while, Qiuli appeared inside the black tower, and the downward passage was in front of him.

With the blessing of the wind eagle's night vision ability, she can move forward in the dark without hindrance. She has walked this road once, so she is naturally familiar with it.

Finally arrived, the underground palace is in front of it, and the ground is covered with runes written in cinnabar.

She stood at the end of the passage, looking at the underground palace. The old monk Zhiguang and seven others sat at the end of the underground palace last time.

At this moment, there was no one in front of her, and she vaguely saw the depths of the original darkness, and there were faint mountains and mist.

She walked from the passage to the underground palace, and went all the way to the place where she saw Zhiguang and the others sitting in meditation. The oil lamps on the ground were still scattered on the ground, and the futons still existed.

There was a dark river in front of her. She squatted down and brushed the water with her hands. Suddenly, a low roar sounded in the dark depths.

Qiuli's body trembled, it was the language of the dragon.

"Who am I?" asked the dragon.

Qiuli stood up, she had been wondering before, she should not understand the dragon language, but last time on the Demon Slaying Stage, she understood the dragon language for the first time, plus now.

In other words, when she was in Dasheng Kingdom, some accidents happened to her that she didn't know about.

A consciousness suddenly came from the "Green Snake Bracelet" in his hand:
【Qiuli, when you were picked up in the fine sand river, you were unconscious all the time. It was Mo Zigui who used the dragon ball to nourish your soul, and even gave you a drop of his blood to continue your life...】

Qiuli's expression changed drastically. Originally, she didn't know why she was still alive and well after being in a coma for more than ten days. In addition, after that, she suddenly understood the dragon language. The source of everything turned out to be here.

In the darkness in the distance, the mountain began to move, and the water was rushing.

Looking in the direction of the giant dragon, Qiuli suddenly ran up, her figure was hidden in the darkness, and after ten minutes, she came under the mountain mist.

This is a black dragon that is bigger than the patriarch of the black dragon she saw on the Demon Slaying Platform. She stretched out her hand and raised her head.

Slowly say a few words: "Mo Zi returns!"

Suddenly, two huge lanterns lit up on the mountain, and two vertical lines stared at Qiuli's face.

Qiuli's warm hand finally touched the black dragon's cold body.

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