The white dog was bouncing and fluffy, as soft as cotton with springs.

The human monks climbed to the top floor, and the white dog stopped on the fourth floor.

It's easy to tell which direction it's looking for a kitchen.

Without him, the smell of seductive food comes from there.

I don't know if the people in the temple have absolute confidence in their guards, and there is no barrier to the kitchen door, so they hang a lock.

After confirming that there were no humans inside the door, the white dog squeezed through the crack in the door and squeezed in a long flat strip.

Save trouble for a while, restore the crematorium.

The white dog, whose consciousness was relatively independent, lay flat on the floor, trembling and straightening up its flat body, and began to think about how its own body was pinched out of itself.

Anyway, after some hardships and hardships, the white dog probably returned to its original state.

I won't repeat the process, judging from the white flocculent stains everywhere at the kitchen door, it took a long time to toss.

The white dog shook his fur, swept his tail with his tail, and cheered up and walked inside.

The fourth-floor kitchen of the tower smells of blood, and the walls are splashed with red stars.

The sight of dogs is very short, and white dogs can only be seen vaguely.

This is where the food is cooked, and this is the slaughterhouse.

The white dog was out of place in its surroundings, and surrounded by the smell of rust, it came to the depths of the kitchen.

The unlocked wooden door opens to reveal several stalls.

Behind the closed fence gate is a strange-shaped animal, and the white dog can tell that the nearest one is a "chicken" based on the memory of the body.

Chickens look like this...... Will it be delicious?

The white dog leaped lightly and grabbed the top of the corral.

The canine's hairy head rested against it, and it looked down.

Most of the chickens in the pen look similar to those on the daytime plate, the difference is only the color...... Oh, and the agility of the eyes.

It doesn't look like a chicken in the human world at all, but it's similar to the one that slaughters and cuts off the head along the neck and removes the limbs.

There is no hair yet, a bare patch.

The chickens in the pen did not know that danger was coming, and they gathered in the corral in twos and threes.

If the white dog is not mistaken, there is even a roast chicken...... The chicken wore a small bow tie.

White Dog: ?

It didn't understand but it was shocked, it felt like it was being pinched by the body very casually and even had double eyes, but can chickens still wear bow ties?

The bow-tie chicken was still standing on his legs, meowing in the flock, as if he was giving a speech.

The white dog stared down for a moment, and at the moment when the bow-tie chicken finished speaking, he stepped on the fence gate and jumped in.

The dog enters the flock, and the chickens fly and the dogs jump.

The white dog took a bite of chicken feathers...... Oh no, the chicken here only has meat and no hair, and it can swallow a whole chicken in one bite, and it has half a bow stuck between its teeth.

I remember that the bow-tie chicken tried to make a screeching rooster cry before it died, but fortunately it was quick to bite and snuff everything out in the cradle.

So how do chickens that don't even have a mouth crook?

The white dog vomited for a long time and couldn't spit it out, and finally had to swallow it backwards.

It's unpalatable, it's just the taste of the fabric.

After that, he concocted several corrals where "pigs", "cows", "sheep" and other animals were kept in the same way, climbed on the fence to observe their strange appearances, and then turned into them and ate them all.

In the middle, there was some resistance, but it didn't matter, all the resistance was useless and easily suppressed by it.

They're the ingredients, they're the ones to be served.

The white dogs just let them die a little earlier.

At the end of the meal, the white dog lay down in the aisle between the corrals on both sides and burped.

It's delicious, and it's the food that the body is worried about!

The white dog licked its fangs and walked out like an after-dinner stroll.

As for what will happen if someone finds this place the next day?

Unbeknownst to it, it was an innocent dog sent by the Body.

What's bad about the dog, it's just here for a late-night snack.

……

The fourth-floor kitchen inside the five-story tower was the only definite target tonight.

If Bai Su came out by himself, he estimated that he would go back to his room after eating.

But what was released tonight was a relatively independent clone, and without the mandatory instructions of the body, the white dog climbed all the way along the cliff.

The monks descending from the steep steps only felt a chill above their heads, and when they looked up, they could only see all kinds of plants growing on the cliff face.

and the white dots of white among the vines that look black at night.

"Will the plants in our temple bloom?" A monk asked curiously.

"Who knows, it's all wild species, maybe they'll bloom." The rest were not in the mood to chat.

The white dog, which is believed to be a certain type of flower, sneezes humanely, thinking that it is the main body that is reading it.

It then climbed over the fence and fell into the back of a courtyard.

The room in front of me was lit with lights, and people were walking back and forth in it.

The white dog leaned down and walked under the eaves, and was about to leave the confines of the house, when it heard the humans inside talking.

"Did they all sleep?"

"The abbot has sent someone to inspect it, and all the tourists are asleep." The person who spoke paused, "The people who fell to the ground have also been helped into bed, and they should not be noticed when they wake up tomorrow." ”

The man who was called the abbot had an old voice, and he suppressed the longing in his heart in a calm voice: "The number of people ...... It's not enough, let some tourists in early tomorrow morning. ”

The other person reluctantly said yes, and the white dog was trying to hear if they were going to talk about tomorrow's festival, but the abbot of the temple changed his mind.

"Has the pilgrim who passed out in the afternoon recovered?"

"No, he's been in a state of distraction."

"His friends?"

"Please go to the five-story tower for dinner, and you should be asleep now."

"......," the old man pondered for a moment, "and tomorrow bring him with him to the temple to see if the lord can save him." ”

The white dog wondered who the adult was.

It thought about the few statues of sexual freedom in the temple in its ontological memory.

It's so ugly, can it really save people?

The ontological memory also told it that there was definitely something wrong with the people who built the temple, but this was all in a small circle around Fuzhao Temple, and except for the livestock that didn't look right, the rest of the monks were humans.

The white dog didn't understand, just tilted his head, then squatted under the eaves and wagged his tail.

The communication between humans in the house continued, and the white dog could smell a delicious smell, which only floated on the surface, and it had no interest in eating humans.

What's more, it feels like the people in the room are important people for tomorrow's puja.

The old abbot told him a lot, and when it was getting late at night, another monk asked him if he wanted to rest.

"Rest? No, the Lord is going to be with the pilgrims in his dreams tonight. ”

"Hopefully all of them will have a good night in their dreams."

(End of chapter)