Beatrice saw the temple surrounded by green vines, and she slowly descended to the ground. "Is this the ghost temple you talk about a lot?" asked Beatrice curiously. Andy didn't have the heart to talk, he had to find Mr. Winston as soon as possible. There was no sound around, and he was afraid that something would happen to Rory, and even more so that his mistakes would cause Duke's friends to be brutally murdered by Eric.

"Mr. Winston, where are you?" Andy shouted around the Ghost Temple, ignoring the danger. Beatrice also helps to call out the name "Winston". After a shout, but without a reply, Beatrice pouted and asked, "Do you know Winston himself, what does he do?"

Andy frowned and replied, "That Heart of Nature didn't say exactly who Winston was, I'm just trying here to see if I can find it, and if I can't find that Mr. Winston, I'm going to take you out of here and go straight to the Valley." Beatrice had no idea, she nodded and said, "I'll go wherever you go, and I'll listen to you anyway." ”

"I can't imagine what an embarrassing situation it would be without you to support me now. With that, Andy stretched out his arm and hugged Beatrice tightly in his arms. "Oh! It's so sweet! Looks like I'm not here at the right time. A very funny voice came from behind Andy.

Beatrice immediately broke free of Andy's embrace and transformed into a black dragon, her scaly paws reaching for the sound. Andy also held the Staff of Benedict across his chest as Beatrice transformed, and a burst of runic energy was ready to be unleashed. "Who are you?" Andy decisively withdrew his magic as he saw the other party, and motioned for Beatrice not to do anything yet.

"Your question is really strange, you ask who I am. I don't know who it is, disturbing people's dreams, shouting and shouting all the time. A sculpture covered in green vines walked slowly over while chattering. Andy took a closer look, and the sculpture seemed to have been seen somewhere. "Oh! I remember, you're the one who lied to me at the door of the Ghost Temple!" Andy pointed at the other with the Staff of Benedict. "It's okay, you haven't forgotten me, but did you have anything to do with me? or did you come to apologize to me?" the sculpture looked confident, and a series of questions blinded Andy.

Andy didn't want to waste time on this sculpture, he hadn't found Mr. Winston just now that the Heart of Nature had just spoken, and he said sharply, "You deceived me last time, and they were obviously fine with Atwood, but you said that their sacrifice was worthwhile, and I was worried in vain." Is your presence now challenging my patience?" As soon as he finished speaking, the black dragon hovering over the hilt of the Staff of Benedict began to exhale, and the air around him instantly became tense.

The sculpture was unimpressed by Andy's words, it simply sat down, then put its right leg on its left leg and whispered, "If you want to believe those jokes, what can I do?" Also, I remember no one assuring you of anything, right?" A sentence made Andy, who was originally very reasonable, speechless, and the sculpture looked at Andy who was standing in place and said, "Okay, look at the way you are sweating, I will forgive you this time." Tell me, what are you looking for from me?"

Andy was really anxious to see the sculpture's slow appearance, he ran over and kicked the sculpture's leg hard, and then leaned sideways and stared ahead without saying a word. Beatrice quickly turned into a human form and walked over, she squatted on the ground to take off Andy's shoes, and then stroked Andy's red and swollen toes with her little white hands. "Does it hurt?" asked Beatrice, looking up, sadly. Andy didn't speak, he kept shaking his flushed face. The sculpture looked down at the little lovers who were comforting each other and giggled, and it bent down and said, "Can it not hurt? Why don't you come too?"

Andy grabs Beatrice and is about to leave, but is stopped by the sculpture. "What are you trying to do? you're forcing me to do it, aren't you?" said Andy aloud with bloodshot eyes. The sculpture was lifeless, it still had that sly and shameless expression. "I didn't want to do it, but I can't communicate with you like this. The sculpture sat up straight again. Beatrice tilted her head to look at the sculpture carefully, and after a moment she tentatively asked, "Are you Mr. Winston?"

"Oh my God, you're so smart, so much better than that silly boy. The sculpture smiled in satisfaction. Andy frowned and squinted, he couldn't believe the sculpture anymore. "Let's ignore it, you don't know, there's not a word of truth in the mouth of this sculpture, let's go. Andy took Beatrice's hand and looked elsewhere for the so-called Mr. Winston.

The sculpture was not in a hurry when it saw Andy's actions, it slowly stood up and muttered indifferently: "Oh! Really, there is such a person in the world, you lie to him, he is angry, you tell him the truth! He doesn't believe it, it's really incomprehensible." Beatrice grabbed Andy's hand and pleaded, "Do you believe me once you go back?" Andy couldn't resist Beatrice but chose to return to the sculpture, he lowered his head with a face full of reluctance, and the red and swollen toes of his right foot kept bleeding outward. After a few moments, Emma Essence broke the ice, and they fluttered around Andy's toes like butterflies, meticulously repairing their master's injuries.

"It's the first time I've seen such magic, and you'll have time to teach it to me!" the sculpture's tone began to become modest. "Are you really Mr. Winston?" asked Andy solemnly. The sculpture bends down, then holds its massive head close to Andy's face. "What do you say?" the sculpture's facial expression was still out of tune. Andy stabbed upwards with the staff of Benedict in his hand, and the scepter inlaid with the dragon's head hit the sculpture's jaw, and a powerful magical force instantly disturbed the sculpture's entire body. "So much nonsense for you!" said Andy, looking at the magically imprisoned sculpture, retracting the scepter in satisfaction.

Beatrice laughed happily at Andy's intact toes, and she crouched down to help Andy put on his shoes. "Shall we look for Mr. Winston elsewhere?" Beatrice had already decided that the sculpture was Mr. Winston, but Andy didn't say anything, she didn't have any idea. "Well, it's Mr. Winston, but what is Nature's intention in asking us to find a sculpture full of lies?"