Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 159 It's time for dinner
The abbot quickly forgot the strange swallowing sound.

Under the great ecstasy, he only had his "Buddha" in his eyes, and he didn't even have the time to think about whether the swallowing sound was familiar.

He had just heard it not long ago, and now it is an illusion.

The monk on the east side of the magic circle lowered his head for a moment, as if he didn't dare to look directly at the faith itself, but in fact it was to hide the movement of licking his lips.

The urge to salivate was almost irresistible.

When do you do it?Let's wait a little longer... and observe again.

The monk who bowed his head raised his head again, his expression had already settled down.

The abbot was still fanatically expressing his reverence, even though his body had symptoms of discomfort, he still stood there.

The abbot spoke very quickly, one after another words of praise, or words of prayer blurted out.

Gradually, the abbot's words became dull, his expression was a little dazed, sometimes his mind wandered, but he quickly concentrated again.

Ah... the blood flowed down.

The first thing to be damaged was the mucous membrane in the nasal cavity, and the red liquid slipped down the lips and into the tongue, but the abbot didn't know anything about it, he still opened and closed his mouth.

Then came the ears.The rupture of the eardrum took away the abbot's hearing, and the human world became silent for an instant, followed by bursts of humming instead of the ambient wind.

The abbot still didn't notice.

His senses seemed to be blocked.

The giant covered wooden Buddha is five feet high. It stands there, tilting its head down with the small whispers of human beings, and is still bending down a little bit.

It does listen, but doesn't respond for a while.

This is exactly the size that a giant phobic person would want to flee on the spot.

For example, the monk on the west side had no better concentration than the abbot, and his legs were trembling a little at the moment.

He looked like he wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

His legs were no longer under his control, and the monk could only see the giant wooden Buddha hanging down, and the wooden robe brushed against his shoulder, scraping off a piece of flesh.

The flesh was separated from the body, the incision was flat, and it looked bloody.

...is hard, looking at the soft corners of the clothes is hard.

The pain swept through the brain, and the rationality also sounded the alarm. The monk took a half step back stiffly, avoiding more falling clothes.

He turned his head reluctantly, looking at the redness spreading from his arms.

He...what the hell did they summon...? !

The abbot was still praising unconsciously, and when the covered wooden Buddha completely lowered its head, it was already parallel to his field of vision.

This is a very strange picture.

The head of the Wooden Buddha is extremely high, and almost half of its lower face is folded and stuck to the ground, leaving only the round hole on the upper half of the mask facing the abbot.

"Please... Please bring me strength!" The abbot raised his hands with blood and tears dripping from the corners of his eyes, "Let me continue to serve you in the long years to come!"

The abbot is already very old. If there are no accidents, he will die in a few years. What he is praying for now is longevity or eternal life.

The covered wooden Buddha seemed to understand. It raised its head slightly, slowly shaking up and down, and then said something.

Obviously, different species cannot communicate directly, and Baisu is not a serious believer, and he can't understand what the Buddha with a face is expressing.

He could only see that the abbot, who was supposed to be deaf, got the answer he wanted, as if he had received the mercy of the gift of faith. The abbot's face flushed, and he eagerly straightened his waist and knees, which were slightly bent under the pressure in front of him. .

"You—great—I—I'm going to—"

All the words, all the enthusiasm, all the piety stay in this moment.

Baisu saw that the masked Buddha had lifted his mask.

The four-petal-shaped mouth split open, and two green vines shot out gallopingly from it, piercing the abbot's forehead and chest. After only a moment of effort, he withdrew, and the Buddha closed his mask again.

From the holes in the eyes, purple-red mucus began to flow out drippingly, completely pouring on the top of the abbot's head.

The flowers are blooming.

The abbot, drenched in mucus, was completely turned into a clay figurine, but soon, the liquid did not stay on his body, but was absorbed by the wound, and as if being spawned, thin shoots crawled out from the wound.

The buds linger around the chest and the top of the human head, spiral and take root, and then buds emerge, and the buds bloom tremblingly.

The flowers only grew on the wounds at first, and then drilled out from various holes in the human body at an extremely fast speed.

Eye sockets, ears, mouth... It can be said that there are flowers blooming on the human body, but after waiting, it is more like a person growing in the flowers.

The Buddha fulfilled the wishes of the believers and straightened his body again.

The monk on the other side was too shocked to speak, his thoughts were extremely disordered.

He knew that in the abbot's residence there was... a statue covered with flowers, which in his opinion had a beauty that transcended worldly cognition, but only if... those flowers did not bloom on him!
The monk also saw the abbot's body move.

The ground was completely driven by the plants, and the winding vines drove the limbs of the abbot. The abbot took the staff made of white bones from the Buddha.

The abbot, who could no longer see his face clearly, moved his mouth, but the language he spoke was not something monks could understand.

Run... run quickly.

There was only one cognition in the mind that had become very dull. The monk tried desperately to move his legs, but after working hard for a long time, he fell to the ground because of his body stiffening.

'me……'

The monk's mouth was opened, but he couldn't make a sound, and the sound of falling was very eye-catching in this dream square, and the Buddha with the face turned around instantly.

Because of its rotation, the ground trembled along with it.

To, to be targeted, but...but why only me?

The monk moved his eyes with difficulty, looking from the feet of the gap in the Buddha's robe to the opposite side, and his other companion stood there, looking at him with a half-smile.

Why... why is Miaozai smiling?
Isn't he afraid?

Baisu, whose eyes met those of humans, stared at the monk's skin, raised his hand and waved to him as a greeting.

"You—" squeezed out a syllable from his throat with all his strength, the monk was about to ask something, but soon the shadow covering his forehead made him unable to concentrate.

The Buddha stretched out his hand towards him. It was a palm bigger than a house, and it was only a few feet away from him.

Man heard Buddha saying, said in his head—

It is obviously a language that does not communicate, but at this moment there is a short-term resonance because of belief.

【Ru——】

The short syllables stirred his head and made his brain into a mess like a smashed paste. The monk who was far less persistent than the abbot felt that his consciousness was going away.

In Baisu's field of vision, the masked Buddha said something, and before he had spoken much with the abbot, the monk bled from his seven orifices and died instantly.

"It's so fragile..." Baisu sighed.

He covered his face, and half of the monk's face had turned into white melt, which fell on the palm of the other hand.

At the same time, the Buddha also turned to the location of Baisu amidst the tremor of the ground.

"It's time for dinner." The black-haired young man said to himself.

(End of this chapter)