Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

He can't stay in the God Realm, Chu Ci will find him sooner or later.

After thinking again and again, Qi Sui went down to the human world.

The world is full of turbidity, filth and chaos, and under multiple interferences, it is difficult for Chu Ci to find his traces.

At that time, the snow-capped mountains were broken, and light snow started to fall in the early summer. In the lower world, the surroundings were severely cold, and the cold air was whistling.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but white.

When Qi Sui coughed, the blood he spit out made a dent in the snow. When the pedestrians wrapped tightly in cotton-padded clothes saw this, they thought he was a fugitive. You pushed me and I pushed you and ran away.

He was really in a sorry state, his clean plain clothes were all dirty, his white hair was dyed with blood, and his face looked sickly.

Qi Sui covered his mouth and tried not to make any sound. He walked aimlessly through the streets and alleys of the human world for a while. The snow was getting heavier and heavier.

The snow got into the collar and felt cold against the skin.

Qi Sui stepped into the threshold and discovered that it was an abandoned temple. There were offerings of fruits in front and a few unburned incense candles were still smoking.

It looks like someone has just come to this temple.

Qi Sui took a cursory glance at the golden statue. Not only was the gold paint peeling off, but one of its arms was broken. He couldn't recognize who it was enshrined in.

Qi Sui didn't bother to care who he was. He went over and took a banana, peeled it and stuffed it into his mouth, then picked up an orange.

He hid behind the golden statue, sat cross-legged, and adjusted his inner breath.

681 jumped out of the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the little cat fished out the orange next to it, and peeled off its skin with its two paws.

After a while, hurried footsteps approached outside the temple.

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties came in from outside. He quickly shook off the snow on his raincoat and stamped his feet because of the cold.

"Oh my god, it's freezing to death. What the hell is this weather! It even snows in April and May..."

The man mumbled as he walked inside, glanced at the tribute plate on the tribute platform, and his expression changed, "Hey, there's something missing. Who's going to steal it?"

Zhao Changshou looked around, and even lifted the tablecloth to see if it had fallen.

I just couldn’t find the missing banana and orange!

He looked unhappy and immediately knelt down on his knees, clasped his hands and bowed to the incomplete golden statue with a very pious attitude.

"My lord, my lord, some stupid kid stole your tribute fruit. It's all my fault that I didn't look after it when I went out just now. Don't be angry."

With that said, Zhao Changshou bowed twice in succession.

Qi Sui, who was hiding behind the golden statue, heard the noise and opened one eye to silently despise this feudal and superstitious behavior.

Xin said that there are thousands of temples in the human world, and the number of gods worshiped by them is countless. Even if those guys in the god world knew that there were people worshiping them, they would not let out a little sand from their fingertips to help them.

To worship these hypocritical people, it is better to sleep with a higher pillow at night. Even dreams are more realistic than this.

Qi Sui snorted, and his chaotic inner breath calmed down a little. He looked around at the surrounding environment. He didn't know how long this place had been in ruins.

681 was stuffing an orange into his mouth, with half of it in his hand. Qi Sui glanced at it and immediately grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

681 glared at him aggrievedly, Qi Sui casually grabbed a wad of paper next to him and put it on the kitten's head.

With a glance, his movements suddenly stopped.

Qi Sui froze when he saw the two words on the note——

In the human world, when people worship gods, they will write the names of the gods on incense paper, so as not to let other gods recognize them randomly.

And on these pieces of unburned incense paper, the word "Qi Sui" was written with thick ink on them.

The young man's eyes froze slightly, and the pain in his body was replaced by disbelief. He suspected that he had seen it wrong.

Behind the golden statue is the place where Zhao Changshou used to store joss sticks. There was such a big pile that Qi Sui stopped breathing.

He was shocked and opened the incense paper repeatedly, holding each piece in his hand until it was deformed. The word "Qishui" deeply hurt his pupils.

681 tilted his head and said: [Suisui, is this the person worshiping you? 】

The moment he heard these words, all the strength in Qisui's body seemed to be drained away. He stared blankly at the joss paper in his hand, and his heart that had been silent for a long time stirred up a storm again.

Zhao Changshou still knelt down and worshiped in front of the golden statue, and kept saying: "Lord God of War, don't be surprised. I heard that you were resurrected, and I don't know if you have returned to the God Realm. If you don't have a place, you can rest in this temple for a night."

"It's windy and snowy outside, don't be cold. This temple is too small, so don't dislike it. Oh yes, I have to replace the tribute fruit quickly..."

Zhao Changshou got up from the ground and hurriedly went to the corner of the temple.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound behind him.

The young man raised his voice and said, "Whose temple is this dedicated to? This temple is in such a dilapidated state and you still worship it. Can he protect you?"

Zhao Changshou was so frightened that he almost jumped when he turned around!

"You, you, you! Who are you!"

Look at him, he's all white, and he's covered in blood, it's not like he's being haunted in broad daylight!

Before this question could be answered, I saw a handful of orange peels in the young man's hand, and his hand restlessly fell on the tribute plate.

Seeing that he was about to grab another handful of melon seeds, Zhao Changshou was so frightened that his soul almost flew away. He rushed forward, grabbed Qi Sui and drove him aside.

"Where are you from? You're the one who stole the tribute fruit just now, right? You still dare to steal the fruit now, how dare you!"

"What's wrong with eating two? You won't lose two pieces of meat." Qi Sui said, going to grab it again.

"Hey you! Why can't you explain clearly!"

Zhao Changshou stared and quickly grabbed the things again, feeling that the child in front of him was simply being unreasonable.

Just as he was about to wave the person away, he noticed the injuries on his body.

"What's going on? You're wearing such thin clothes on a snowy day, and you're hurting yourself like this. You, you... can't be a fugitive from somewhere, right?"

"That's not true." Qi Sui glanced at him, "Even if it is, why don't you run away quickly? Watch out for me killing people and silencing them."

Zhao Changshou: "..."

I was really a little scared at first, but I wasn't so scared anymore after hearing what Qi Sui said.

I glanced at the other person up and down, and suddenly felt that the child in front of me was not injured because he was treated as an alien because of his white hair, and he was injured in a fight with others, right?

Thinking of this, Zhao Changshou burst out with compassion!

He walked to the corner, took out a lot of fruits from a bag, and stuffed them into the boy's arms.

"You can eat these things that haven't been put on the tribute table to satisfy your stomach."

Qi Sui pursed her lips and took it without hesitation.

Zhao Changshou put the remaining fruits into the tribute plate again, muttering something about something, and then worshiped the golden statue devoutly.

Qi Sui then looked seriously at the golden statue in front of him.

The gold paint on it has faded, and the appearance cannot be clearly seen, but you can vaguely tell that he is a young man.

He has a long body and is wearing armor. He holds a sword at his waist in one hand and puts it on his chest with the other hand. It is due to his divinity.

Unfortunately, the arm was broken, and only a red rope on the wrist could be seen.

The golden statue has its eyes closed, as if it is isolated from the world and does not care about the world.