The white tower is in a five-story tower.

Because he thought that he had just separated a white dog last night, he would have left the white dog at the door of the main hall and asked him to guard the two humans.

On the one hand, it is to "protect" human beings, to deal with statues that may find their way to the past, and on the other hand, it is also to take care of them.

Bai Su's words are not misused.

At the very least, it was the minimum two sacrifices, and he would still take good care of it.

Leave things to your own doppelganger...... It should be fine, right? Bai Su didn't think very sure.

He has seen the scene of the white dog eating, it can be described as a mess, the IQ is not very high, but it is better to have the ability to be autonomous.

It's better to have autonomy.

Bai Su cut his consciousness uneasily and looked at it, the white dog was lying on the ground facing the hall, and the two humans in front of it had their backs to it, huddled together, probably flipping through the two thread-bound books.

He only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze.

The environment inside the five-story tower is still quiet, and the red sun in the sky makes the glass-colored windows more dazzling, giving people a bizarre feeling.

The candlesticks around them changed color, the fuchsia fire flickered, and the cyan smoke below went straight up.

Bai Su ascended the stairs.

At first he only heard his own footsteps, but after a change of perspective, he heard another person.

The sound of human footsteps was full of hesitation, and the other party didn't know whether to come down and look, because in his cognition, there should be no other person in the tower.

How could there be a second man's footsteps, his companion coming?

After hesitation, the other person walked up quickly, all the way to the top.

In front of the closed door on the top floor, the human turned vigilantly and listened to the footsteps downstairs approaching.

The rosary in his hand tightened tighter and tighter, and finally he saw a black crest of his hair appear in his field of vision—not a companion.

His companions are bald, where does the hair come from.

The moment he realized that he was not his companion, the rosary in the monk's hand ejected and flew like a bullet towards the black head that was gradually revealed.

The monk aimed at the other's temple, but was avoided.

Bai Su stepped on the last step of the stairs, lightly tilted his head, and dodged the attack like an unpredictable prophet.

The rosary was accompanied by a crisp clattering sound, which pierced through the glass behind and brought down a piece of glass.

Colorful glass shards rained down, but no one appreciated them.

In fact, it didn't matter if Bai Su didn't hide, he just happened to tilt his head to look at the monk standing on the fifth floor.

Seeing this, Bai Su thought for a moment, and then said, "It's you." ”

For this monk with a deep scar on his head, Bai Su is still a little impressed, and he was the one who stopped the road on the way to the back mountain yesterday.

The black-haired young man smiled and repeated, "It's you." ”

The monk in front of him rummaged through his memory, and probably pulled out from his memory that he had received this tourist, and the other party looked at him for a long time, and the impression at that time was that this tourist was a little strange.

Now it looks ...... It's not just weird.

The monk lowered his eyes to the wrist of the man in front of him.

There is no red string.

But how can there be no red string? This is a tourist who has eaten fasting and stayed at the temple, he must have been brought in-

The monk was in a state of his own accussion.

If you enter last night's dream, you will inevitably be marked, and the marked person will die if she loses the red rope, so there is only ...... possibility The tourist didn't sleep last night.

Something went wrong with the food? No, he was sure that all the tourists had eaten the food.

That's ...... The monk's thoughtful eyes widened slightly.

Monk: "Little mouse! ”

Bai Su: "? ”

Mouse, what mouse?

Bai Su thought for a moment of the kind of skinny animal that looked a little thief-brained, with an expression of what a human was saying.

He's not at all like a rat, okay?

The monk on the opposite side quickly completed the logical self-consistency and found a good reason for Bai Su to appear in the five-story tower.

If it was the little mouse that their abbot said, it was possible, and the other party even cleared the inventory of their temple, if it weren't for the abbot still keeping private "money......

The monk's expression became gloomy, and the string of prayer beads that was missing from his hand twisted faster and faster.

"You emptied the temple's warehouse!"

"Huh? Oh, yes. ”

Although he didn't know how the topic jumped from the rat creature, Bai Su nodded.

After nodding, Bai Su also commented: "It's delicious, it's not hungry, but it's better than the quantity." ”

The gloomy expression on the monk's face froze for a moment.

What is this man talking about? But no matter what he wants to express, as an ordinary outsider, this person's final fate is death.

Killed by him, or died as a sacrifice.

Thinking so, the monk took the initiative to break the peace between the two.

It was another operation to shoot the rosary as a bullet, and Bai Su took a few steps up one after another, and after entering the platform on the fifth floor, the floor behind him was pierced.

The monk was still whispering something as unknown scriptures came out of his mouth, and the rosary in his hand could be faintly seen glowing with a dark red light.

Spell? Incantations? Or something else......

Bai Su thought, and the person leaned over.

No matter how fast a monk is, it is only the speed of an ordinary human.

He misses a few shots and senses that something is wrong.

The black-haired youth was too easy to hide, and he couldn't hurt the other party with the spells he had learned.

In a cautious state, the monk added a shield to himself.

The monk's pupils dilated for a moment, and as the last syllable of the chanted verse fell, he felt something in his body leave him.

Then, translucent, purplish-red thin walls appeared in front of him.

The monk's heel was attached to the door behind him, and his free left hand was also attached to the circular knocker, so that he could dodge in as long as one of them was not right.

Behind is their territory, and as long as he gets in, he can-

The monk didn't finish thinking about it, and suddenly his big face stuck in front of the barrier took away all his attention.

"What is this?" Bai Su asked.

Because of his curiosity, he suddenly narrowed the distance between himself and the monks.

He reached out and touched the translucent barrier, and he could feel some resistance, but it was just a little bit, and he could shatter it directly with a single fist.

"So is this the spell that the Buddha taught them?" Bai Su answered his own question, "No. ”

Something white hammered the barrier, and the "shield" that should have lasted for a long time was as brittle as paper, and it didn't even last for a second before it shattered.

Immediately after that, the white color poured in rapidly, almost drowning the monks who were clinging to the Kumen.

It wasn't much from submerged, and the white silk wrapped the monk's hand around the doorknocker, and then climbed all the way, wrapping his whole body in it.

Bai Su saw that the expression of the monk in front of him who had a gloomy face suddenly turned to horror, and he was still a little incomprehensible.

"You...... What exactly are you? ”

The monk's mouth opened several times, and finally he spat out a question.

(End of chapter)