I sneered and shook the bamboo-woven rabbit violently.

It staggered inside the rabbit and made a pitiful cry of "whoa."

The big hole in its stomach kept bleeding outward, and its intestines flowed out, and it hurt to look at it.

Seeing its pitiful appearance, the Dream Eater Tapir laughed and kept instigating: "Anyway, it won't live long, you can ...... it if you peel off its skin to make a jacket."

Speaking of this, the dream-eating tapir seemed to remember something, and suddenly stopped, like a gourd with a sawed mouth, and the secrets were hidden in its stomach.

I turned my head and looked at it fixedly: "What about the skin in it?" ”

The Dream Eater Tapir looked left and right and said to him: "You have a good magic weapon, where did you come from?" ”

I was still staring at it, and my face was not good: "Answer me first, what can you do with its skin?" ”

The dream-eating tapir frowned, its long nose curled upwards, and wrapped around my wrist to snatch the bamboo-woven rabbit.

I sneered, and with one hand, I quickly drew an 'evil charm' in the air and imprinted it on its nose.

"Moo——!"

It snapped, let go of its nose, and gave me a resentful look.

Not to be outdone, I glared at it.

It touched its nose and its eyes cleared.

I sneered in my heart, monsters are monsters after all.

The reason why it will help me just now is only a stopgap measure, it wants to eat the sculpture of Nadan.

If I had the chance, I wouldn't have doubted that it would have done something to me!

It doesn't answer me, I don't tell it, and the two of us face each other.

In the end, the Dream Eater Tapir sighed, and his tone softened: "The one you caught is also my old acquaintance, you give it to me, and I will tell you a message, about Gong Yiyu." ”

Old acquaintances? Looking at the appearance of the dead hand under the dream-eating tapir just now, it is said that it is an old acquaintance, but it is actually an enemy.

I was noncommittal, and my face was expressionless: "I'm more curious about what will happen to the skin in it, so I'll disemboweled it and make it into a fur." Monster fur, you can meet but not ask, wear out, the richest man will envy me. ”

"No way!" The two small sunken eyes of the dream-eating tapir shone with anger.

The dream-eating tapir's body shook, and before I could react, it kicked the bamboo rabbit out of my hand.

The bamboo-woven rabbit fell to the ground, and the eyes made of red beans on one side slammed into the ground with a loud noise.

The monster inside took this opportunity to get out, and it regained to the size of more than half a human height, and the blood hole on its body was large and deep, penetrating the entire body, revealing a faint light.

Suddenly, its paws were pointing upwards, and the person stood up, its head raised, and its mouth made a "purring" sound, and it began to recite the scriptures!

The sutras it recites are very strange, not like Buddhist scriptures, not like Taoist scriptures.

Its voice is holy and unblemished, with boundless divine meaning, cleansing the surroundings.

The blood on the ground and the corpses of the candles all quickly dissipated and became as neat as new.

If you listen carefully, it says: "Infinite and sublime savior, Almighty and all-knowing Almighty God, please forgive my sins, take my soul to the feet of God, and always be by the side of Almighty God......."

The dream-eating tapir looked ugly and frightened, and the elephant's trunk hooked my arm, dragged me aside, and shouted, "Moo————! ”

Its voice couldn't drown out the monster's prayers.

A white glow appeared out of thin air.

How to describe this light? On the surface, it looks extremely holy and soft, but in fact it is dangerous and terrifying, and I feel my soul tremble and my whole body is numb just by looking at it.

"Close your eyes!" The dream-eating tapir shouted.

I quickly closed my eyes.

Rao is so, I still feel creepy.

The white light that appeared out of thin air was particularly dazzling in the dark room.

The white light was so bright, but it didn't illuminate the surroundings in the slightest, as if it was an emotionless machine, and it seemed to be a cold 10,000-year-old ice.

So cold, so lonely.

Unlike the wreaking ferocity of strange things, the terror of the white light hides beneath holiness.

It looks like a maggot under the cardamom girl's skirt, like carrion hidden under a shrine.

It's a deeper, more visceral horror.

It's like when you eat a red apple, you eat it and you see half a worm in the apple.

You'll never know if you've only eaten half a worm or if you've eaten countless of them.

Disgusting and diaphragmatic, fearful and powerless.

What made me even more uncomfortable was that even though my eyes were closed, I could clearly feel that there was something hidden in the white light.

It didn't know the purpose, it didn't know whether it was good or bad, and it stared straight at me.

I shuddered, and I didn't dare to move.

I don't know how long it took for this tingling sensation on my scalp to gradually disappear.

I opened my eyes, and I was completely stunned by the scene in front of me.

The six-eared and nine-tailed monster turned into a thin piece, unable to distinguish the flesh and skin organs, and scattered flat on the ground.

It seems to have been trampled alive by something!

I walked over, crouched down, and looked closely, only to feel that the pool of blood was so fishy and so even.

So even that it was once a living thing.

When this monster was alive, it was attached to the sculpture, and it was half dead; Dead turned into a puddle of pus, and really became a dead thing.

What exactly is white light?

Is there really an omnipotent God?

If it is God, why not save the believers, but kill the believers so violently? The enemy is nothing more than that!

I turned around and asked the Dream Tapir, only to find that I was the only one in the room, and the guy was gone.

I picked up the bamboo-woven rabbit on the ground, looked at it carefully, and saw that there was nothing wrong with it, so I carefully held it in my hand.

My clothes were tattered and bloody.

I ripped off my clothes and pants and threw them on the ground.

"Bang!" The clothes seemed to knock something over when they fell to the ground.

I scooped up my clothes and saw a white candle.

Thin and long, warm to the touch, but very tough, I tried to drop it on the ground.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, the candle was unscathed, but a shallow mark appeared on the concrete floor.

It's a good thing.

I put away the candles, set my clothes on fire, and threw them into the pool of blood.

"Boom!" Flames burst into the sky, tongues of fire licking the ceiling, blackening the ash of concrete.

May you be a good monster who doesn't believe in cults in your next life.

May you never meet me again in the future.

Otherwise......

I licked my lips, I really wanted to know what would happen to this monster's skin when it was used to make a jacket.

I smiled sarcastically.

Almighty God, demagoguery, bewitching monsters.

It seems that whether it is a human or a youkai, as long as there is desire, it will be eroded.

I breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly out of the room with a bamboo rabbit in one hand and a white candle in the other.

In the doorway lay a man, beautiful and weak, with black hair, and long legs under a short skirt that were straight and smooth as jade.

It's Dong Jinshu!