Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

In just half a cup of tea, the red cassock returned.

He glanced at Jinchen's condition several times and chatted with several other people from time to time.

Jinchen fell down on Mu Huaizhi and screamed, sweating profusely.

"Something's wrong, Mu Huaizhi, I feel so uncomfortable!"

Mu Huaizhi: "..."

He almost didn't catch Jin Chen's words, so he could only hold the person in his arms pretending to be anxious, and looked at the red cassock coldly.

"Is there something wrong with the food?"

The red cassock waved his hands repeatedly, "Where is the donor? If there is something wrong with this vegetarian dish and you all ate it, why is this donor the only one who feels uncomfortable?"

"Maybe it was not comfortable due to the twists and turns on the road, so the poor monk took him to have a rest."

Jinchen took advantage of the excuse of being sick and hugged Mu Huaizhi tightly. Hearing this, he shook his head, "I don't, I want Mu Huaizhi to go with me!"

Red cassock: "..."

He opened his mouth and was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept back and forth between the two of them, and finally laughed dryly, "In that case, will the donor support me and let me rest?"

Mu Huaizhi: "...Yeah."

He stood up helplessly, helped Jinchen up, and pinched him secretly.

"Oooooooo-"

Jinchen suddenly wailed and clutched his stomach, "It hurts me to death! There is definitely something wrong with this dish!"

The red cassock glanced at him strangely.

Is this the symptom of poisonous hair?

There were only three people left in the room.

Sang Ning took out a silver needle from his sleeve, poked it into the dish to test it, and tasted it with the tip of his tongue.

"...a poison I've never seen before."

Baozi's face was wrinkled, and he shook his head at the two of them, "I can't tell."

Fu Zhiyuan sneered, "You might as well poison him to death."

The two of them had just gone out and walked through the yard when they smelled a faint fragrance at the same time.

Ecstasy scattered.

Jin Chen turned his eyes slightly, pulled Mu Huaizhi's arm, and they both fell down at the same time.

"Pretend to be dizzy."

Hearing the quick and quiet words in his ears, Mu Huaizhi could only relax his body and fell on Jin Chen.

"Quick! Move away! Finally we caught this guy."

The red cassock's voice became sinister and he waved his hand towards the grass.

"Move to that courtyard and wait for the adults to come."

After a few seconds, someone forcefully picked them up and walked into the forest very quickly.

Jinchen was shaken so hard along the way that he was finally let go after an unknown amount of time.

Although he couldn't open his eyes, the smell of rotting flesh and blood filled his nose.

He felt a little uncomfortable and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves as he fell to the ground.

The footsteps were getting farther and farther away, and I thought I was going to invite the so-called adults.

Jinchen opened one eye and rolled his eyes in a circle, taking in all the surrounding scenes.

He quickly stood up and brushed the thatch off his body and helped Mu Huaizhi up.

Mu Huaizhi's expression was solemn and dangerous.

"I'm afraid this is the filthy Lian Tong place you mentioned before."

Jinchen agreed very much, "I think so too."

It's just too weird and dirty here.

Broken limbs can be seen everywhere on the ground, and many places are soaked in blood and turned into black soil. Behind him is a bamboo house filled with coffins.

When they were carried up, they noticed that this place was in the forest behind the temple and was almost deserted.

After all, who would believe that there is such a forest of flesh and blood behind the temple of the compassionate Buddha who rescued those who suffered in the past?

No wonder the people in the court searched for so long and found nothing.

The two of them investigated for a while, and as soon as they stepped into the bamboo house, they saw movement coming from the coffin that was suspended by a hemp rope at the end.

Most of the strong smell of blood here comes from this coffin.

The footsteps paused, Jin Chen watched carefully and lowered his figure.

They stopped and the coffin stopped moving.

The wind was howling outside the bamboo forest. It was clearly noon, but it was dark and oppressive.

The coffin just hung quietly, with the yin and yang ends intertwined, and a talisman paper affixed to the yang end.

It seems that this evil palace is not afraid of ghosts and gods.

Jinchen's mind wandered and he took another tentative step.

Unexpectedly, it was this step. After stepping on it, the mechanism was triggered, and countless bamboo arrows were shot out from the wooden coffin next to it.

Turning around to avoid it, and using his strength to fly up, Jin Chen moved briskly, stepped on the hanging coffin lid and lowered his body, signaling Mu Huaizhi not to move there.

"Meow!"

Suddenly a dark shadow flashed through the door.

Mu Huaizhi immediately drew his sword and turned around to face a black cat that was pacing slowly towards him.

He growled with bared teeth, there was still blood and flesh foam left between his lips and teeth, his pupils were blood red, and his hair was as sharp as needles.

"The Blood Demon Cat."

Mu Huaizhi recognized it and narrowed his eyes coldly.

Feed them with human blood and human flesh, control them with highly poisonous poisonous insects, and kill people on sight, just like ghosts.

It is exactly what is recorded in the Disha Kung Fu.

"Meow!"

When the blood demon cat heard the human voice, it immediately kicked forward on its hind legs, its sharp claws flashing with a green light.

The jade-handled dragon pulled out sword flowers in the air and fought with them.

In the bamboo house, Jinchen opened the coffin lid and was not sure what dirty things were inside. Mu Huaizhi happened to be busy fighting with the cat and had no time to look over.

He attached his hand to the coffin lid and probed in with his spiritual power and consciousness.

Then his eyes suddenly changed, and his expression turned cold in an instant.

Blood Demon Child.

Jinchen couldn't even imagine how many children's lives had been sacrificed in order to refine the blood demon child in the coffin.

The scary thing is that the Blood Demon Boy is different from other puppet animals that have been trained. He is controlled by the Thousand Poison Gu Insect King and is immortal.

The blood demon child inside seemed to have noticed something, and began to become restless again, as if he would break out of the coffin at any time.

While he was distracted, Jin Chen heard a soft shout, "Get away!"

His body reacted faster than his brain, and when he heard these words, he immediately turned over and hid.

The blood demon cat was lying on the hanging coffin lid, grinning at the two of them, as if to warn them.

"There is a blood demon boy inside." Jin Chen told Mu Huaizhi.

rustling --

There were footsteps outside the bamboo house.

The two people's breathing was messed up. It would be too unrealistic to go out and pretend to be fainted at this moment.

Just as their eyes flickered, each of them hid in the darkness, showing an extremely tacit understanding.

The blood demon cat heard the human voice again and rushed out suddenly.

"Damn it! Where are the people?!"

The red cassock's voice was clearly angry and extremely panicked.

He looked at the empty ground, sweating instantly, and looked back tremblingly.

"S-Sir! I'm sure that person is right here!"

"Humph!"

The man in blue, who was replaced as an adult, snorted coldly. He wore a mask under the wide brim of his hat, his voice was deep, and his eyes were as cold as the earth.

"Search, you want to see the body after death."

Lan Yi picked up the blood demon cat and stroked it from time to time with his black-gloved hand.

The cat was extremely docile when facing this person, but there was still a hint of fear.

Two men in black immediately pushed open the bamboo door, holding daggers in their backhands, and walked in slowly with fierce looks in their eyes.

The strong wind closed the bamboo door again, whistling.

Jin Chen appeared from the darkness, the hidden knife fell into his hand, and he wiped his throat and put it down in one go.

The other one was also killed by Mu Huaizhi without making any sound.

Jinchen pointed out the window, then pointed at the hanging coffin, and finally touched his neck lightly as a gesture.

Mu Huaizhi immediately frowned and held his hand, expressing strong disapproval.

The Blood Demon Boy was made by the group of people outside. If he were to be released, the only ones who would be harmed would be them.