"It's that Buddha statue, it's that Buddha statue......" After Yang Wanwan saw Rulai, she muttered something like a demon, and her feet involuntarily took a step towards the Buddha statue.

"Come back, don't go!" the white-clothed monk grabbed Yang Wanwan's wrist and begged bitterly.

Seeing that Yang Wanwan didn't stop taking steps, Liu Sanqian trotted to her side in a hurry, directly tugging at her body, calling out her sloppy sanity, "Don't go over, Wanwan, that's a demon Buddha! It killed all the people outside! Look clearly!"

"Demon Buddha? It's a Demon Buddha...... It's not mine...... Is it a Buddha?" Yang Wanwan's eyes lost his god, and under Liu Sanqian's repeated calls, some colors were rekindled, but the doubts in his eyes did not decrease.

"Ah, by the way, the person I'm looking for is you, you said you've been waiting for me for a long time, right?" Yang Wanwan looked at the white clothes on the side, as if reminding herself that she had found the person she was thinking about in her dream.

"Well, Wanwan, I've been waiting for you too long. Bai Yi took Yang Wanwan's hand, his palms were warm and still trembling, and his eyes behind the mask were moist and red.

"Help...... I...... Save...... I ......" Sadako kicked her legs, her hands slapping the crook of the golden Buddha's arms, her face flushed from suffocation.

The Golden Buddha was already bathed in blood, and there was a lot of red viscous liquid flowing from the top of its head. Glide past its squinting eyes, slip over the corners of its raised mouth, and fall to the ground.

It walked into the small kitchen, its eyes turned around in its sockets, and looked at several people one by one, including Yang Zhenzhen, who was sleeping in a corner.

When its blank but wandering eyes looked at Yang Wanwan, the white-clothed monk stood in front of Yang Wanwan, the short knife in his hand cut through the air, and he made a defensive posture.

"You...... Should...... Dead ......" The voice of the Golden Buddha is like a machine, and there are no emotional ups and downs in every word, and it seems that it is difficult to even make a sound.

Liu Sanqian was behind Yang Wanwan and Bai Yi, although he heard the Golden Buddha speak, but he didn't see that his mouth had ever opened.

"You...... Should...... Die...... No...... Should...... ......"The golden Buddha said again, and the source of the sound seemed to be inside the Buddha statue.

"Don't try to kill her again, I won't give you this chance," Bai Yi said categorically, "This time, I will protect her." ”

"Woo, woo, don't ...... Believe...... She!" said the Golden Buddha with difficulty, as if he was restraining and withholding something.

"I naturally believe her. I've waited for her for so long, and I will never let you spoil it. You demon Buddha, I shouldn't have cast you. Bai Yi's words were full of regret, and his body in front of Yang Wanwan trembled violently.

"You...... Close...... Mouth...... No...... Want...... Say...... No...... To ......" The Golden Buddha's eyes narrowed even more, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was gone.

Liu Sanqian felt that he was angry.

"Woo woo, help me, help me. "Miss Sadako was caught up in the air without landing, and the few people who fled downstairs with her had already been killed by this demon Buddha. She thought she was dying, and she was desperately waiting for the pain to strike.

But this Golden Buddha, who was supposed to kill her, now seems to be focusing on others. When she saw that she had been forgotten, she was bold and whispered to a few people on the side for help.

"Help me, I'm scared!" she burst into tears, her voice shaking, with a crying tone. But I didn't forget, and I kept my voice down as much as possible.

Yang Wanwan looked at Sadako Girl, and was about to speak to comfort her, but she was drenched with blood spurted.

The Golden Buddha kept staring at Yang Wanwan, and it followed the girl's gaze, noticing the woman in the long skirt who was imprisoned by herself, and then raised her other arm and brandished the strange weapon.

With the pointed end, it aimed at the top of Sadako's head and stabbed it gently. The blood burst and splattered on the ceiling. Then the weapon sank deeper, fitting to the skin of the woman in the long dress.

The Golden Buddha turned his wrist, and the strange weapon in his hand spun in a slight arc, and then it peeled off the woman's skin with a slight pick.

A piece of human skin peels off, so easily. The woman didn't even have time to scream, and she was overwhelmed by the severe pain and lost her vitality.

Seeing this scene, Liu Sanqian fell to his knees and vomited.

"You...... Owe...... I...... Target...... Want...... Still...... Ah......" said the Golden Buddha, his eyes glowing with an eerie light.

Attracted by this light, Yang Wanwan walked out from behind Bai Yi, and she walked towards the Buddha statue in a distraction, and even Bai Yi didn't have time to stop it.

Liu Sanqian took a step forward and grabbed Yang Wanwan's wrist, but he was shaking cold, and the girl's hand had escaped.

What is this in my hand?

Liu Sanqian glanced at the thing in his hand, it was a string of Buddhist beads, counting twenty-one. Each one is as red as a red bean and as translucent as amber. Hold it in the palm of your hand, slightly cool.

She didn't have time to think about it, and then she looked ahead, and she watched the girl walk under the Golden Buddha, who had already raised her weapon and aimed it at the top of Yang Wanwan's head.

Liu Sanqian shouted, "No-"

In the next second, she was already holding the Buddha beads in her hand and fell to the ground. Her eyes were half-closed and half-closed, and she saw the Golden Buddha swing his weapon.

Don't-

Consciousness began to fly.

It's so weird again.

Luo Han told her that this was her innate ability as a ferryman, empathizing with the "spirit".

This time, is it this string of Buddhist beads that empathizes with her?

Why do you want to be at this critical juncture, when I go back to consciousness, shouldn't Yang Wanwan also become a human skin?

Liu Sanqian was helpless.

But I don't finish this story, I'm afraid that my consciousness will be trapped here forever.

What story are you going to tell me?

Liu Sanqian asked this question in a daze.

As if to answer, the picture appeared snow-white.

The cold wind was howling and the snow was falling. It's winter.

There was a man walking among the snow, holding something in his hand. Behind him, only footprints could be seen.