Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 152 "Live"

what is he?
Baisu thought for a moment, then replied, "It's a monster."

Immediately he continued: "It doesn't matter what I am, anyway, you are going to die soon."

Threatening words came from the mouth of the black-haired youth, but he was not in a hurry to deal with the monk in front of him.

He took the rest of the rosary string from the monk's shackled hand, turned his back, and pointed the solid wooden beads at the sunlight falling through the broken window.

The round sphere flashed twice under the light of the red sun, and then the wood grain on the surface of the bead began to rotate, slowly transforming into a sculpture with content.

Before the carving was completed, the beads were crushed by the palm of the hand.

The crumbs leaked from Baisu's loosened palm, and the rest of the beads were processed in the same way.

After pinching the rosary, Baisu turned back to the monk who was too frightened to move...well, it was the monk who was imprisoned by him and was somewhat absent-minded.

He has an idea.

But before that... the white catkins continued to surge up, condensing the shape of a hand, pinching and lifting the monk's chin.

He stared at the monk with black eyes. The monk was so numb that he couldn't feel the body parts below the chest, and only the jaw could still transmit pain.

Derailed.

Their plans were derailed.

In the pain, the monk began to think, should he come here alone today, if he has a companion or the abbot... No, everyone can't beat him.

The shoulder also began to lose feeling, and the monk couldn't look away, so he could only look at Baisu's black eyes.

"You guys... Forget it, I feel like I will know this later." Baisu thought and thought, "If I don't hang the red rope, will the ceremony start?"

"...No." The monk answered with difficulty.

The chase will continue until the number of sacrifices is reduced to a suitable number.

"I see." Baisu nodded, "You don't have any either?"

When the monk heard this, his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

He really wanted to ask whether believers and outsiders could be the same, but under the threat of death, he didn't dare to speak out to speed up his end.

This is a dream, and what he came to in the dream was also his own consciousness, and it wouldn't be because he was a believer that nothing would happen if his consciousness died.

"I... I am an exception."

"It must have been an accident for you. Who else is there besides the abbot and you?"

"Also, there is a monk."

"There are only three people."

Baisu recalled the conditions of the ceremony, added the success rate, and found that it was only 80.00% even if there were ten sacrifices.

He took a deep look at the monk, and the monk suddenly understood that Baisu thought they were few.

The monk is choked up, it is not easy to cultivate capable believers, and not everyone can maintain their sanity after the shock, and the crazy ones are long gone.

The monks didn't want to count how many bones they had buried in the back mountain.

There are people of their own, believers who have been made into bone rods, and those who meddle in their own business.

The monk was suddenly drawn back to his attention, and his gaze fell back to the face of the black-haired young man in front of him.

His eyes—the monk felt dizzy, and the black-haired youth seemed to be opening and closing his mouth, but he couldn't hear it.

Eyes, he was watched by many eyes.

Dying... Really dying!

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: "When I die, there will be fewer people participating in the ceremony, and it will fail... At that time, everyone will—"

Halfway through the monk's words, he lost control of his mouth.

"What does it matter to me whether they go out or not?" Baisu asked strangely, "But you reminded me, it really can't be so simple and rude."

The white catkins faded a lot, exposing the monk's arms.

Baisu raised the corners of her lips, and stretched out her hand towards the monk.

"Want to 'live'?" he asked.

The monk's eyes were tearing open, and he wanted to answer no, because his subconscious mind told him that something terrible would happen in the promise.

But he has no chance, the loss of consciousness has spread over the bridge of the nose, and the monk's eyes are still blinking crazily.

"Ah la, I forgot that you can't speak anymore." Baisu said with a smile, "but I can already see the answer from your eyes."

The monk had a bad feeling.

The next second, he saw his hands were entangled in white catkins and raised his right hand.

His limp right hand was held up, a little bit closer to Baisu's outstretched hand.

The monk's eyes blinked faster, but then he couldn't blink anymore.

In the end, only his ability to see and think is left to human beings.

The monk gently raised his hand to Baisu's.

The smile on the face of the black-haired youth became bright and unpredictable.

"You agreed."

"I'll let you 'live'."

……

The monk in monk's robe pushed open the door in front of him.

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, and a purple-red viscous liquid is continuously leaking from the hole on the right.

The veiled figure holds a bowl into which the liquid falls, dripping into lotus pedestals at the soles of its feet.

There is something interesting in the lotus seat, with a few lotus flowers with broken roots floating.

Flowers... Speaking of which, what did Baisu think of those he saw on the road.

There are lit incense candles on both sides of the room, and the styles are the same as those they lit outside.

Count the number again, and it matches the number of people outside.

Baisu raised his head, stared at the masked head for a while, and then walked forward.

He walked all the way to the lotus platform, his feet stepped on the mucus accumulated near the altar, and the monk's robe was also stained a lot, and the clothes became a little heavy.

He remembered that the monk had come to fetch something.

Still digesting human memory, Baisu followed the memory guide.

Do you want to reach out... This liquid is a bit disgusting.

After looking at the base of the lotus platform filled with liquid for a while, Baisu finally gave up reaching out.

With a change of mind, two clusters of white catkins protruded from the hand and stretched out into the liquid. They scooped up a wide area in the base, skipping the floating lotus petals, and took out a small box after a while.

There was no lock on the box, and there were only two pieces of paper with red letters on a white background that looked like spells, and it didn't feel wet after being soaked for so long.

Bai Xu lifted the box in the air and shook it, and there was a sound of objects colliding inside.

What's in it?

Despite being curious, Baisu didn't try to find out like he did with Qi Zhuyue's black box.

After all, it is a prop used in ceremonies, so it would be bad if it was self-defeating.

After shaking for a while, Baisu put the box into the cuff of the monk's robe.

The standard clothes of humans are quite convenient for storing things.

After getting the target item, Baisu turned and walked out.

Behind him, the white catkins that had been scooped up rapidly swelled and filled the entire room. The candlestick and lamps were dragged and fell, but they were caught and swallowed by the white catkins without making a sound of collision.

When Baisu walked out of the Kumen completely, the whole room was filled with Baisu.

Baisu stood on the edge of the broken glazed window, looking into the distance from a height.

What a huge magic circle...Dreams can really come true.

(End of this chapter)