11: Parasitic host

Xiao Xiao looked at the white tea worriedly.

The front desk already took the key and opened the door to the B&B.

Outside the door, the same scene as on the leaflet appeared.

A huge Buddha statue stands behind a tall building.

On the leaflet in the room, the rule about this point is [the key to the door of the B&B is at the front desk, if you find that the key is a Buddha statue after opening the door, please close the door immediately and do not go out].

However, the leaflet at the front desk must be approved by the front desk.

Bai Cha only glanced at the Buddha statue, and the feeling of countless sharp voices calling her name before entering the copy reappeared.

She tried to lower her head to prevent herself from looking at it again, but she could feel her body weaker from being attacked like this.

There seemed to be warm fluid coming out of the tip of the nose.

The white tea touched it and had a nosebleed.

The front desk didn't know when it had already walked outside the door.

Bai Cha wiped a handful of nosebleeds, gritted his teeth and followed.

After this time, she could roughly guess what the rules were all about.

Of course, maybe die.

But if she cared, she wouldn't be tempted too often.

As she left the door, the door to the B&B closed.

The front desk is taking a big step.

Bai Cha could only stare at his figure and follow quickly.

It was very silent, but she could hear the voices.

It's like it's a lively street, and there are people coming and going up and down the surrounding buildings.

The front desk stopped in front of a convenience store.

When the white tea stopped, the heart was already beating very painfully.

She glanced at the plaster face on the front desk, as if it had recovered a bit of human texture compared to when she was in the homestay.

"You can go buy it." The front desk turned its head slowly, with undisguised malice in his eyes.

Shiracha glanced at the convenience store.

It's the same as many 24-hour convenience stores in reality, it looks quite normal, the door is open, and I don't see any waiters inside.

She took a step forward, but one of her feet did not steady, and she staggered in the direction of the front desk.

The front desk stepped back to dodge, but Bai Cha's hand still grabbed his trouser leg.

Bai Cha could feel it, and a cold feeling instantly spread throughout her body, making her dizzy with a fever and her brain a lot clearer.

But at the same time, she also activated her skills.

【Cuscuta Flower Lv.0】

[The weak dodder seed will not attract anyone's attention, in order to survive, it will be placed in the body of strong energy, until it takes root and sprouts, drains every bit of nutrients, and blooms into a tender yellow dodder flower, eat it, you will have great strength, but at the same time, you can no longer do without the supply of nutrients. 】

This skill, she specially checked it when she went back to the room with Xiao Xiao for the second time.

A skill that kills the host by parasitic lifestealing without the host noticing.

At least that's what White Tea thinks.

However, the condition of use is that there must be clear access to the host.

When she touched the front trouser leg, she tried to activate the skill.

[Skill use judgment successful, parasitic object: imprisoned cultists.] 】

[Cuscuta seeds will take root and sprout within an hour, and can parasitize the host's whole body within three days. 】

Three days, I got this time on the afternoon of the 8th.

White tea is a bit regrettable, but it's enough.

She could now feel a small seed connected to herself, and whenever she wanted, the seed would break through the host's body and bloom into her hands.

And in addition to parasitism, she also got another piece of information.

Imprisoned Christians.

That's an interesting name.

All this just happened between the lightning and flint, and Bai Cha immediately let go of his hand and looked up apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Front Desk, I'm too weak, could you please come in with me?"

There was still blood on her face, and she looked unusually embarrassed.

The front desk took a half step back and made his attitude clear.

What a pity.

White tea is not a surprise either.

From the time when I could hear the voices of the people around me, but what I saw was silent.

She could probably guess that the danger outside might come from the difference between the two worlds, especially when she had to go to the convenience store to buy something, but where did she get the money?

"Okay, then I'll go in by myself." The white tea slowly got up from the ground, afraid that it would get up too quickly and hypoglycemia.

"But can you lend me some money?"

There was finally a superfluous expression on the front desk's face, and he twisted his eyebrows.

"Guest, you're asking too much."

"But isn't it what you should do as a front desk to serve guests and let them experience a high-quality accommodation environment?"

The plaster face at the front desk almost instantly added another layer of human texture.

He looked a little angry, but held back again.

"I'm sorry, guest, I don't have the habit of bringing money when I go out."

White Tea: "......"

Okay, I'm pretty good at talking.

However, this also proves another thing, the imprisoned cultist, the object of his imprisonment is likely to be the homestay, under the restrictions of the homestay, he cannot directly attack the guests.

Therefore, when Baicha repeatedly asked the front desk to do things with service, he couldn't refuse it openly, and he couldn't do it.

The information obtained was not entirely unrewarding.

But if you don't have money, can you buy water at a convenience store?