Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 151 "So it's you."

Baisu is in the five-story pagoda.

Because he thought that he had just separated a white dog last night, so he left the white dog at the entrance of the hall and asked him to guard the two humans.

On the one hand, it is "protecting" human beings, dealing with statues that may find their way to the past, and on the other hand, it is also guarding.

Baisu did not use the wrong words.

Anyway, it was the minimum two sacrifices, and he would still take good care of them.

Leave things to my avatar...it shouldn't be a problem, right?Baisu thought not very sure.

He has seen the scene where the white dog eats, it can be said to be a mess, the IQ is not very high, but the victory lies in the ability to be autonomous.

It is better than having autonomy.

Baisu turned his consciousness away worriedly and looked at it. The white dog was lying on the ground and facing the hall. In front of its sight, there were two humans with their backs to it. They were huddled together, probably flipping through the two thread-bound books.

He only glanced at it, then looked away.

The environment inside the five-story pagoda is still quiet, and the red sun in the sky dyes the glass-colored windows even more brilliantly, giving people a strange feeling.

The candlesticks around had changed colors, the purple-red fire was flickering, and the blue smoke below was rising straight up.

Baisu climbed up the steps of the stairs.

At first he only heard his own footsteps, but after a change of perspective, he heard someone else's.

The human footsteps were full of hesitation, and the other party didn't know whether to come down to take a look, because in his perception, there should be no one else in the tower.

How could there be the footsteps of the second person, his companion came over?
After hesitating, the other person walked up quickly and climbed all the way to the top floor.

In front of the closed warehouse door on the top floor, the human turned around cautiously, listening to the footsteps downstairs gradually approaching.

The rosary in his hand twisted tighter and tighter, and finally he saw a black hair top appear in his field of vision - not his companion.

His companions are all bald, where did the hair come from.

The moment he realized that he was not his companion, the rosary in the monk's hand was ejected, flying towards the gradually revealed black head like a bullet.

The monk aimed for the opponent's temple, but was evaded.

Baisu stepped on the last step, tilted his head slightly, dodging the attack like a prophet.

With a clear clattering sound, the rosary pierced through the glazed glass behind, bringing down a piece of glass shards.

Colorful shards of glass rain down, but no one appreciates it.

In fact, it didn't matter if Baisu didn't hide, he just turned his head to see the monk standing on the fifth floor.

Seeing this, Baisu thought for a while, and then said, "It's you."

Baisu still had a little impression of this monk with a deep ring scar on his head. He was the one who stopped and checked on the way to the back mountain yesterday.

The black-haired young man smiled and repeated: "So it's you."

The monk in front of him rummaged through his memory, and probably pulled out from his memory that he had received this tourist. The other party looked at him for a while, and the impression at that time was that this tourist was a bit strange.

Now it seems... more than weird.

The monk looked down at the wrist of the person in front.

There is no red string.

But how come there is no red rope?This is a tourist who has had a vegetarian meal and stayed overnight in the temple. He must have been brought into——

The monk thought for a moment.

Those who have entered the dream last night will definitely be marked, and the marked person will die if they lose the red rope, so the only possibility is... This tourist did not fall into the dream last night.

Food problem?No, he's sure all the tourists ate the food.

That is... The monk's eyes slightly opened in thought.

Monk: "Little mouse!"

Baisu: "?"

Mouse, what mouse?

Baisu thought for a moment about that thin and sneaky animal, with the expression of a human being talking about something.

He doesn't look like a creature like a mouse, does he?

The monk on the opposite side quickly completed the logical self-consistency, and found a reason for Baisu to appear in the five-story pagoda.

If it was the little mouse that the abbot mentioned, it is possible. The other party even paid off the inventory of their temple, if the abbot still left his private house "money"...

The monk's expression became gloomy, and the rosary string missing a piece in his hand was twisting faster and faster.

"It's you who emptied the warehouse of the temple!"

"Huh? Yeah."

Although he didn't know how the topic changed from the mouse, Baisu still nodded.

After nodding, Baisu also commented: "It's delicious, but it's not enough to satisfy the hunger, but it's better because of the large quantity."

The gloomy expression on the monk's face froze for a moment.

What is this man talking about?But no matter what he wants to express, as an ordinary outsider, this person's final fate is death.

Killed by him, or died as a sacrifice.

Thinking of this, the monk took the initiative to break the peace between the two.

Using the rosary beads as bullets again, Baisu took a few steps up one after another, and when he reached the platform on the fifth floor, the floor behind him was pierced.

The monk was still chanting something in a low voice, unknown scriptures were revealed from his mouth, and the rosary in his hand could be vaguely seen glowing dark red.

spell?spell?or something else...

Thinking about it, Baisu leaned over.

No matter how fast a monk is, it is only the speed of an ordinary human being.

He missed a few shots and sensed something was wrong.

The black-haired young man hid too easily, and he couldn't hurt him even with the spells he learned.

Cautiously, the monk added a shield to himself.

The monk's pupils dilated for a moment, and as the chanted scripture fell to the last syllable, he felt something in his body go away from him.

Then, a translucent purple-red thin wall appeared in front of him.

The monk's back heel was stuck to the rear door, and his free left hand was also stuck to the round door knocker, so he could dodge in if something was wrong.

The back is their territory, as long as he enters, he can-

The monk thought about it, and the sudden big face stuck in front of the barrier took all his attention.

"What is this?" Baisu asked.

Out of curiosity, he suddenly shortened the distance between himself and the monk.

He stretched out his hand to touch the translucent barrier, and he could feel a little resistance, but it was only a little bit, and he could smash it directly with a fist.

"So is this the spell of the Buddha's disciples?" Baisu answered his own question, "No."

Something white hit the barrier, and the "shield" that was supposed to persist for a long time was as brittle as paper, and it shattered before it lasted even a second.

Immediately afterwards, the white flooded in quickly, almost drowning the monks close to Kumen.

It was not too far from being submerged, and the white catkins wrapped the monk's hand clenched on the door knocker, and then climbed all the way, wrapping his whole body in it.

Baisu saw that the expression of the monk who had a gloomy face suddenly changed to panic, and he still didn't understand.

"You...what are you?"

The monk opened his mouth several times, and finally spit out a question.

(End of this chapter)