Chapter 67: The Golden Buddha Statue

The hand was not considered a hand, but a ball of flesh with sharp nails on it, and the palm of the hand seemed to be fused together by something, and it was difficult to distinguish.

Seeing that Tuso was being dragged away, I reflexively grabbed Tuso's foot as soon as I reacted. Unexpectedly, this orangutan was stronger than the previous ones, and his strength was extremely great, and he dragged me up.

Seeing the situation, Lao Meng hurriedly held me down, and the three of us were barely able to stalemate with him, which shows the strength of the orangutan.

Yu Nian saw that we were about to lose it, so he drew his knife and slashed at the gorilla.

The blade slashed, and it slashed into the gorilla's arm, and its arm began to flow out like asphalt. I figured that the black slime was the gorilla's blood. But this gorilla grew up eating something, and the blood is so unclean.

The gorilla, probably slashed in pain, hissed, and suddenly let go of his hand that was dragging Tuso and threw him out of the air. Tusuo was thrown into a big fire, and smashed his fist towards the blood gorilla, Yu Nian blocked his hand at this time and hurriedly stopped it.

"This thing is full of poison, you use your fist to fight it, don't you want to die?"

Tuso angrily withdrew his fist, a fire in his heart, and there was nothing he could do with the gorilla.

The arm of that thing was slashed by Yu Nian, and black-green blood came out of the wound, and he bared his teeth on the ground in pain, because he suffered a loss, he was afraid of us, and he didn't dare to approach us.

In the distance, I took a closer look at the gorilla. The gorilla's face was unrecognizable, as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid, and something was still squirming on its bloody body. If you look closely, it turns out to be transparent eggs.

There were probably a dozen of them, each the size of a fingernail, attached to its body.

I looked at the scalp numbness, and I couldn't help but shiver, could it be some kind of skin disease?

At this time, the thin bamboo pole saw that our side was dangerous, so he planned to sneak aside to hide, but the orangutan saw that he could not maneuver us, so he seized the opportunity to rush towards the thin bamboo pole.

I put the gorilla down, and when I tried to struggle to get up, I suddenly felt as if something was stumbling under my feet. It took the opportunity to quickly get up again and pounce on the thin bamboo pole.

I didn't see the scene behind me, I only heard a bang, and when I looked up again, the gorilla was already lying on the ground.

A big hole was blown in his head, and black slime was pouring out of the hole.

Although this is not a deception, he has not mentioned that he has a gun in his hand after we have experienced several times of danger, which is really suspicious.

But on second thought, there's nothing to worry about.

After all, the thin bamboo pole is not our own person, he is isolated and mixed in with us, and it is understandable to keep a back hand for himself to defend himself.

But after the thin bamboo pole was shot, he sat on the ground and looked at the thing in front of him tremblingly.

I saw that he was not in the right state, so I went up and took a closer look.

Only then did we realize that the thing on the ground seemed to be different from the orangutan we had encountered before.

Whether it's height or form, it's more like a person.

Finally, it was only when I saw his variegated hair that I recognized that it was the stray hair that had been left out of the door at that time.

At that time, flying insects were highly poisonous, and as soon as they landed on a person's body, their skin and flesh would quickly turn into a pool of blood.

It was also under the desperate persuasion of the thin bamboo pole that I believed in the fact that he was dead.

Now it seems that the miscellaneous hair did not die at that time, and even left there. It's just that I don't know why it fell into other places and became what it is now.

To be honest, along the way, the thin bamboo pole has played a big role.

He knows a little bit about many ancient books and allusions. I even began to trust him again and treat him as my own.

But thinking of his cold-blooded behavior of giving up miscellaneous hair and deliberately hiding a gun, he was taught another lesson.

I coldly questioned him, "Miscellaneous hair didn't die at all, why are you lying?" ”

The thin bamboo pole quickly calmed down from the panic, and after getting up, he said, "I didn't lie, he must be dead, there are so many bugs, how can he still be alive." ”

I wanted to continue asking, but Yu Nian grabbed me, and she shook her head at me, and I retracted the rest of the sentence.

There is really no need to ask any further, people's hearts are already unpredictable, and if I was really benevolent enough at that time, I might rush out regardless of whether the miscellaneous hair is dead or not.

Since I couldn't save anyone, why should I blame others?

Since the miscellaneous hair is dead, there is no point in dwelling on so much, and besides, this person can only be regarded as a stranger to me.

I suddenly remembered that when the miscellaneous hair pounced on the thin bamboo pole just now, it seemed that something on the ground had been holding me back.

I didn't feel any resistance yet, but I just couldn't control my legs.

I felt strange and searched around the ground and found nothing unusual. I looked back and saw the lotus seat behind me when I fell.

I leaned over and looked around to see what was different about the lotus seat.

I have to say that this thing is really finely carved, and every knife is very exquisite. The lotus root next to it is carved like the real thing. I doubt that there will be lotus seeds in the lotus root.

Thinking so, he leaned over and looked into the lotus root. It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

I really admire that I still have this mind at this time. I was about to stand up when suddenly a hand came out of the lotus root's eye, and it was dry and black. All of a sudden, it wrapped itself around my neck and pressed me tightly against the white carved lotus root. My face was pressed against the white carved lotus root, and I couldn't struggle.

I wanted to make a noise, but I couldn't make a sound. Everyone was looking at the things they cared about, thinking that I was just approaching the lotus platform, but they didn't expect that I was choked by something.

I feel that the green tendons on my face are about to burst, and if I commit suicide in the future, I won't hang myself by any means, and the feeling of suffocation is really uncomfortable.

"What are you doing" Thankfully, Lao Meng finally noticed my strange posture and stood not far from me and asked me.

I couldn't speak, still thinking about how to get Lao Meng over, when I suddenly gave him a middle finger in a flash of inspiration.

This trick really worked, and as soon as his finger reached out, he immediately came over scolding

"Xiao Ding, you don't want to live anymore, do you, provoke me?"

As soon as I came over, Lao Meng saw the hand on my neck.

"Damn, what the hell is this, come on!" After speaking, he grabbed me with both hands and quickly pulled me up, which made me even more uncomfortable.

The hand under the lotus platform was pulled down, and Lao Meng dragged my head on the net. It is estimated that the height can grow by two centimeters, and it has to grow on the neck.

My dad and Yu Nian heard the sound and came around, and Yu Nian pulled out a long knife from his back and was about to cut it down. This thing is much more clever, and it lets go of its hand at once.

I lay on the ground and coughed like I was about to die, Lao Meng grabbed the thing, but the thing was very slippery, and it suddenly retracted into the lotus platform.

I wonder where all the energy it pestered me just now, it seems that this thing still knows who is good to bully.

"What the hell?" I said in a hoarse voice.

"I don't know, but I think it grows under this lotus seat," my dad guessed after a while.

This whole piece of white eagle has no gaps at all except for the eyes on the lotus root. If it's not in it, there's no other explanation, or maybe there's some mechanism on the white eagle.

Everyone was standing on the edge of the lotus platform at this time, and when they just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, all the lotus roots around the lotus platform stretched out their dry hands at the same time.

Yu Nian shouted carefully, but Lao Meng's ankle at this time was tightly entangled by that thing.

I didn't have time to care about other people, so I was directly lifted by one hand and fell down on the lotus platform.

Only then did I notice that it didn't seem to be an ordinary human hand, but a myriad of vines that looked like hands.

Yu Nian jumped to his feet, drew his long knife and slashed at the vines on the ground. But this thing seems to have a strong ability to regenerate, and after cutting one, a new branch soon grows.

My palm was rubbed and a blood path was drawn, and a strange phenomenon arose. The vines suddenly shrank back as they touched my blood.

That's when I realized that this thing seemed to be a little scared of my blood.

I picked up the dagger that Yu Nian had given me earlier, slashed at the palm of my hand, and dripped blood on the Buddha platform, and the vines actually retracted.

I was overjoyed, and I held up my bleeding hand to save people everywhere, as if I had found a treasure. The lotus platform quickly fell into peace, and I realized that I seemed to have lost a lot of blood and was dizzy.

I couldn't stand anymore under my feet, and I fell to the ground all at once.

Supposedly, the amount of blood loss was not very large, most likely because I didn't close my eyes for a few days and didn't eat.

My dad looked at me wondering, "What's going on?" Why are these things afraid of your blood? ”

Everyone was around me, but I couldn't tell why.

Yu Nian's expression changed unpredictably, and he looked at me with some doubts and some worries, as if he didn't say a word.

At this moment, the lotus platform under our feet suddenly began to shake violently. Lao Meng helped me, and the group hurriedly came down from above.

In the end, I saw that the lotus platform shattered into two halves in response, and a golden statue rose from the middle.

The golden statue's eyes were closed, and his hands were naturally placed on his legs. Everyone was stunned when they saw this golden statue, because this person had the same face as me when he saw the corpse in the octagonal tower......

I suddenly wanted to ask my dad if I was born to him and my mom, and why there were so many people who looked like me......

I couldn't convince myself anymore that it was a coincidence, and slowly walked forward.

Looking at the golden statue, I suddenly had a strange feeling in my heart, and the bleeding hand almost touched the center of the golden statue's eyebrows.

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