Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 162 Thank you for the hospitality
Baisu had already reached the foot of the Wooden Buddha.

He looked up at the wooden Buddha, which was so high that he couldn't see the top of his head.

It's quite tall, Baisu thought, for a being of this size, this size is not too small.

But compared to him, it was still—too small.

Baisu made a gesture, and felt that there was a gap of a million points in size between him and the wooden Buddha.

The black-haired young man stood on tiptoe, with his palm hanging in the air beside the wooden Buddha's feet, as if he was looking for a suitable point of strength.

Mufo's reaction was a little slow, and after he dodged two attacks, he didn't know what kind of thinking he fell into in his own world.

Contemptuous eyes leaked from the holes in the mask. Obviously, Mufo regarded Baili as a handy hand... well, it's not a handy hand, but an insect that can be easily dealt with.

Once again lamenting the goodness of human skin, Baisu reached forward with his hand and touched Wooden Buddha's feet.

Found it, Mufo lowered his head and found the missing bug.

The Wooden Buddha, who only sensed the existence of human beings after being touched, moved. Because he could not give up the space under his feet for a while, the Wooden Buddha chose to bend down and reach out to grab the black-haired youth.

The huge body moved nimbly, but it missed.

The black-haired young man jumped nimbly and landed on the fist that Mufo grasped and closed.

Bugs... crawled on me.

The Wooden Buddha flipped his palm over, trying to throw the black-haired youth on his back off and grab it again, but his idea was in vain again.

The black-haired youth didn't fall down as it wished, but instead stuck to the back of its hand. In the blink of an eye, tiny black spots walked up its arm.

Wooden Buddha raised his arm and swung it down with the other hand like swatting insects.

The heavy muffled sound shook the surrounding land, and the Wooden Buddha raised his hand again, but the black-haired youth was still not under its palm.

There was no blood, no corpse, and the grained arms were clean.

The eyes under the mask moved, and finally found the falling black shadow in mid-air.

The black-haired youth fell on his back without any protection, and fell to the ground by gravity.

It was obviously high enough to fall to death, but in the end it was caught by a mass of white hands rising from the ground, like a spring, the person sank into it, and bounced twice.

Baisu slowly turned over from the hands made of white catkins and sat up. He sat there with his black eyes looking forward.

No, haven't you found any of this?
Baisu was a little confused to see that the white he left on the wooden Buddha's ankles had already spread out, and after a while it would be connected with the white flocs on the ground.

Or, does the other party only have eyes for yourself...?A little persistent, forget it, it's just what he wants.

Mufo was indeed as Baisu thought, and his attention was focused on him.

In other words, on the mass of white beneath him.

white, what is it?
Wood Buddha originally thought it was a flower, an unknown white flower, and it was also in the scope of its knowledge, but it never ordered the flower to pick up people-no, it couldn't manipulate it.

Reluctantly feeling something was wrong, Wooden Buddha looked down and saw that the square had been completely covered in white.

together with its feet.

"Ah, you finally found out." Even though he was far away, the ordinary voice of the black-haired youth reached Mufo's ears, "If you want to prevent you from escaping, you can only do this."

"I have to say that you existences are really... not at all wary of ordinary human skins."

The black-haired young man showed a bright but cold smile, and in the next second, he sank into the white palm, and the palm was closed.

Baisu never thought of using a human posture to deal with the wooden Buddha, that would be too much effort.

The teddy bear, which is a few heads taller than a human, can be hugged by a human figure. Compared with the wooden Buddha, which is five feet tall, he chooses another form.

The palm opened again, a slit was split from the center of the white palm, and a black and white eyeball squeezed out from the slit, looking round and round.

This is just the beginning.

Immediately afterwards, the ground covered in white began to pop out round eyeballs one after another, densely distributed there, and the trysophobia saw it and wanted to escape on the spot.

He "looked" at the wooden Buddha.

The towering Buddha statue itself was half a beat slower to realize that the black-haired young man was not human.

Wooden Buddha hammered down his palm angrily, and the moment the palm fell, several "pops" sounded one after another. Some round things were smashed, and the juice inside flowed out, turning into a sticky white secretion, which was sticky and wet. on the ground.

Very bad touch, and a little disgusting.

Immediately afterwards, Baixu climbed up the five knuckles, like knots and lines, rising in a staggered manner, firmly fixing Mufo's hands on the ground.

The re-opened eyes floated on the back of the hand, rolling around, as if mocking the wood Buddha's meaningless attack.

Only now did Wood Buddha realize that it seemed unable to move.

The ground of the entire square turned into a white ocean, and it was stuck in the ocean, but it could only twitch a few tens of centimeters to pull out its legs.

Soon, Baixu pulled its lower body and sank back.

Compared with the ocean, this place seems more like a muddy swamp that swallows everything.

[Run, no, drop, yes. 】

The sound translated into recognizable syllables reached Mufo's ears, and the noise like raving echoed in his mind. The huge Buddha statue let out a mournful sound that ordinary people could not hear.

It suddenly used its movable hand to pull on the immobilized left hand, and when it didn't work, it cut off the left arm neatly.

Half of the forearm was instantly broken and swallowed by the white fluff, and the movement of not eating was a hallucinatory sound, as if there was a continuous rising and falling "guji" sound.

[Oh, it's delicious. 】

There were voices of admiration, and all eyes narrowed happily, showing a look of satisfaction.

[I still want more. 】

The white catkins are like a huge wave, and it has no specific form. It swells fluffy and meets the Wooden Buddha head-on.

In a short period of time, the Mufo stretched out its arms again, and the mask on the top of its head was also lifted. Countless vines sprang out from its four-petal mouth, as well as gurgling and splashing black mucus.

The mucus dripped on the white flocs, easily staining the white black, but soon these black surfaces were swallowed up by the white again.

Nothing can infect him.

The vine pierced the eyeball, and the round sphere suddenly dried up like a leaky balloon, splashing a few drops of white juice and falling on the vine.

The vines are rooted in the eyeballs, and colorful flowers bloom along the way, and the gorgeous colors cover the surface of the white catkins.

Then at a certain moment, the speed of growth of the vine froze, and all its flowers were swallowed back, and everything turned white like the black slime before.

What exactly is this?
Wood Buddha found that his own recovery speed was also slowing down. When he raised his head again, the red sun was completely covered by the frozen white mist, and no light could enter the airless sky.

It is in its own dream, trapped in a cage.

Since then, the "black-haired youth" has been—

【yes. 】

[In order to ensure that the food in the bowl will not run away. 】

【After all, this is your dream. 】

The entity in the dream, Wood Buddha resisted like a trapped animal, and his body suddenly collapsed and returned to the outline of the tree. It was growing rapidly, trying to break through from the white mist above.

However, what was faster than it was the raised white flocs. The white flocs turned into the shape of a huge mouth, and as they opened and closed, they bit down on the middle of the tree trunk.

In an instant, the banyan tree was bitten off.

The canopy that lost its support turned into a black liquid and fell, most of which fell into the large net opened by the white catkins, but a small number of fish slipped through the net.

"thanks for treatment."

The white flocs turned into an umbrella, and the black-haired youth stood there holding the umbrella, while the black slime continued to fall from the sky.

He half covered his mouth and burped happily.

(End of this chapter)