my weird life

Chapter 101 Statue Whitewashing (22)

It's like a printer keeps spitting out sheets of paper,

Another example is a piece of finished product cascading down the assembly line.

From the semi-old merit box, purple notes with the words '[-] million' were sprayed out continuously.

Those banknotes fluttered slowly with the wind,
The chill deepened.

Zhou Yang looked at the merit box that only reached his knees, but spewed out Mingbi bills that were much larger than the volume of the box. He was stunned for a while, unable to speak for a long time!
One piece was about a foot wide, and no matter how you looked at it, the [-] million yuan bills sprayed out from the narrow opening of the merit box were wrapped in the wind and swirled around Zhou Yang.

In the process of it falling to the ground, they spontaneously ignited without fire,
The dark green fire was ignited by the Ming note, and many bloody lotus flowers floated out of the fire.

Those lotus flowers fell around Zhou Yang, and they turned into pieces of lotus petals as big as millstones. Layers of bloody lotus petals surrounded Zhou Yang, forming a lotus platform!
Under the reflection of the dark green fire, the blood-colored lotus platform looks even more charming.

Zhou Yang stood on the lotus platform, his face pale.

He felt as if there were pairs of invisible arms encircling his hands and feet, his body, making him unable to move a single step, even twisting and struggling.

Zhou Yang could only cry into the phone: "Brothers, hurry up and contact Super Management!

I can't move anymore, brothers, please contact the super tube! "

Fortunately, the current weirdness does not have this ability.

This is Su Wu's user ID.

Naturally, he wouldn't help Zhou Yang to make contact at this time,

Su Wu will have no way to know the situation on Zhou Yang's side, so he can adjust his current countermeasures according to the cemetery memorial hall that is involved with Longshan!

at this time,

The bloody lotus platform has been condensed and formed.

The blood on Zhou Yang's face was getting less and less, and his skin color, hair color, and pupil color were gradually mottled, rolled up, and peeled off like oil.

Like a mud tire!
He pursed his lips, and he could still make a sound in his throat: "Quick—"

In front of the lotus platform,
It seems that more than half of the banknotes accumulated in the merit box have been consumed.

no longer gush forth,
Instead, one by one, very rhythmically, it keeps popping out in three to five seconds.

Every note that pops up has changed from the original [-] million face value to the current one billion face value!
Billion face value?
ten times!
Su Wu saw that the merit box kept popping out banknotes regularly, and suddenly felt something, and turned to look at the villagers who lined up and kept throwing money into the merit box!

Every time a villager puts a ten-yuan banknote into the merit box,

In the same semi-old merit box on the opposite side, a ghost note with a denomination of one billion will pop up!

All villagers are like this,
Without exception!

——No wonder the money was put into the merit box, but the box was empty.

It turned out that all the banknotes were transferred to Zhou Yang's side invisibly, and turned into ghost banknotes, which produced some kind of weird power!
Su Wu felt awe-inspiring,

Staring fixedly at the billions of ghost notes that popped up one after another,
The billion-dollar banknotes sprayed out earlier turned into blood-colored lotus platforms, gathered around Zhou Yang, fixed him on the lotus platform, and gradually turned himself into a muddy body,
So, what kind of effect will this Ming note that pops up at the moment have?

Su Wu knew in his heart,

If I don't stop the villagers from continuing to invest money, I just put Zhou Yang on the fire and force him to death-but what can I do now?
Zhou Yang is not dead,

All the villagers here will be taken away by the mud tires in the vision because they have no money to put into the merit box!

It would be too hypocritical to say that Zhou Yang was sacrificed to save most of the villagers.

There was actually another reason why Su Wu didn't say anything to stop the villagers from throwing money—he had a vague premonition in his heart: Even if all the villagers put money into the merit box this time, they would never let Zhou Yang die on the spot!

The mud tires in each villager's vision are still far away from them.

Far from being close to the villagers,

In that case,

The 'progress bar' on the villagers' side is still advancing, how can Zhou Yang, who is corresponding to it, complete the 'reading bar' all at once?
After experiencing several weird incidents, Su Wu has concluded an iron law: in the weird world,
Everything seems to be unconnected and untraceable.

In fact, there are grass snakes and gray lines everywhere, and the veins are thousands of miles away!
Interlocking, all kinds of clues correspond one by one!

The one billion bills were blown by the dark wind and ignited by the dark green flames as they fell.

in flames,
Fluttering off the colorful powder ash,
Piles of powder ash scattered around the lotus platform,
Just like the paint bucket thrown by the wall painter by the wall.

At this time, there is still a lack of a craftsman on the lotus platform to apply oil and plasticize the statue of 'Zhou Yang'!

At the entrance of the 'Yongshan Cemetery Memorial Hall',
The dozen or so black shadows who had been standing there rigidly, watching the show silently, moved quickly as piles of powder ash appeared!
A lame man over half a century old walked out of the shadows with a woven bag full of plastic bottles on his back.

He unconsciously trampled on the powder ash on the ground, staining himself with colorful colors, limped to the lotus platform, and stood beside Zhou Yang, who was getting more and more muddy.

Zhou Yang himself was infected by the strong rhyme,
The muddy body is becoming more and more serious,

Those strange rhymes that originally made his skin appear muddy, are now gradually eroding his texture and flesh and blood!

He looked at the lame old man standing beside him in horror,

A kind of vague feeling grew between him and the crippled old man.

Subsequently,

There was also a thin old lady covered in powder dust, standing on the other side of Zhou Yang;
The woman with the child and her own child stood around Zhou Yang;

More and more people crowded around Zhou Yang.

Even climbed on top of his head,

Completely submerged his figure!
Su Wu looked at the first few people, his eyes did not change, but when he saw the people behind him, his pupils suddenly dilated slightly!
These people behind are villagers who fled from the square and then disappeared!

Could it be that these dust-covered people crowding around Zhou Yang were actually the missing villagers of Longshanji!

"Is the old lady Zhu who disappeared at the beginning a thin and short mother-in-law?"

"Her son was born with a deformed leg?"

Su Wu suddenly put down his phone, walked up to Village Chief Wei, and asked a question.

Village Chief Wei looked at him in surprise.

Nodded: "Mr. Su probably hasn't seen the two of them..."

"I got it from somewhere else."

Interrupting Village Chief Wei, Su Wu stood in a remote corner again.

At this time, more than [-]% of the villagers had invested paper money.

Zhou Yang was completely surrounded in the center of the lotus platform, he couldn't even see his head, and disappeared people climbed up the lotus platform one by one.

Squeezing each other, overlapping.

It actually formed a faint outline of a statue.

This vague outline of the statue, connected by the paint and paint on those people's bodies, became clear in Su Wu's mind in an instant!

He has seen this statue!
Just at Yunlong Temple!
It is the statue in the middle of the Sanqing Gods—the original Tianzun!
These 'people' are going to gather the statues of the original gods in the cemetery memorial hall - what will happen if the statues are completely plasticized? !

The 'Three Cleansing Intestines' must wake up!
Su Wu instantly had the answer in his mind!

The weirdness of not waking up made him and his group deal with it so hard, they were cautious, and there was a risk of losing everything if they were not careful.

Once it wakes up,

I'm afraid that everyone will be doomed!

According to the current situation, it is estimated that this monster will be the first to wake up before he takes the villagers away!
its progress,

Corresponds to the progress of villagers escaping.

Maybe,

Investing money in it and delaying the mud tires from taking it away is a law it has set up on its own initiative, but following this law, it is absolutely impossible to walk out of Longshanji alive!
Sanqingzhichang is the 'banker',
And Su Wu and the others are all poor gamblers!

How could a gambler beat a dealer!

The so-called temporary "wins" of the gambler are nothing more than a casual handout from the dealer. How much you win today will be doubled tomorrow and the dealer will spit out more!
Now,

All the villagers have put money into the merit box.

The mud tires in their vision are temporarily frozen.

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

With Zhou Yang as the core, those disappeared villagers formed the general outline of the statue of the 'Original Tianzun'.

But this outline is not complete,
There are still some parts missing,
That's something that no amount of oil can make up for.

then,

In order to make up for the lack of the god statue and make it perfect—on Su Wu's side, the mud tires in everyone's vision began to tremble!
"Moved!"

"It's going to move again so fast this time!"

"Invest money, invest money, invest money! This time we will vote one hundred!"

Su Wu clutched the phone, his palms were full of sweat, and the villagers' shouts filled his ears.

he knows,
This investment of money is of little use.

What the statue needs is no longer the powder ash turned into money.

It is the 'people' who can be stained with powder dust, and use them to fill themselves!

If this time is destined to be a dead end, I can only take the risk of entering "Zhuo Jie's past life" with my real body, or the past life of the owner of the thick porcelain bowl, and temporarily escape this doom!
But, is there really nothing you can do?

Su Wu remembered that time when he imitated in front of the statue of Sanqing in Yunlong Temple, and died directly in the main hall of the Taoist temple.

At that time, a red lantern appeared in midair outside the door.

It was a ghostly lantern.

The power of treacherous eyes appeared in the treacherous rhyme shrouded area of ​​Sanqingzhichang...

'Hurry up and show up...'

'Give me a pivot and I can turn things around. '

'I only want this one fulcrum! '

"As long as this fulcrum!"

Su Wu yelled in his heart, his complexion became more and more cold, and the sweat dripped down his forehead continuously:

It was as if some unknown existence responded to his call.

A red lantern rises outside the memorial hall, which is facing faintly.

The red light falls on the graves,

Make the picture magical and quiet.

The red light entered the memorial hall and shone on the statue——

then,

Su Wu here,

The mud tires in everyone's sight stopped shaking.

He stopped approaching the crowd.

All the villagers were amazed.

Is this just a false alarm?
Not necessarily afraid!

(End of this chapter)