[BL, MTL] Lamb Trap (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 62: Mud Buddha (14)

It's a pity that Lin Huaisheng always knows the boundary between truth and falsehood.

He doesn't deny this kind of feeling similar to "being connected because of drama", but at least there should be a real soul resonating, instead of always wearing the skin of a character and saying insincere words.

The God of the River saw Lin Huaisheng's potential indifference, and knew that it was too late, so he stopped discussing it with Lin Huaisheng. He put away all his sharp edges. After a while, the meat-eating villagers also died down. When the fire was extinguished, every corner of the Bodhisattva Temple was silent one after another. That night, everyone fell asleep with their own concerns. At this time, everyone was tacitly aware, and with a strange tacit understanding, no one took the initiative to disturb Lin Huaisheng during this period.

Lin Huaisheng slept very lightly, and the current dungeon didn't need to rest as a god, so Lin Huaisheng opened his eyes when it was almost unusually prominent.

He and the river god saw the situation immediately.

The villagers who ate the mutton squirmed on the floor. They were very itchy, and every one of them was like a snake that was suffering from shedding its skin, but what the snake shed was skin, and these people shed pieces of flesh. Even if they were not exposed to rain, they still had the same symptoms as the villagers during the day. Everything is directed at the sheep that seems to throw itself into a snare, and the meekness in name is actually a trap.

The same murmur was repeatedly and mechanically uttered from these gaping mouths, it hurts, it hurts, and it gradually became louder, turning into a mantra-like chanting, and all the players were woken up.

Scattered pieces of meat were scattered all over the floor, and blood flowed everywhere along the cracks in the floor tiles. The temple of the gods became a Shura field. These vaguely recognizable human-like creatures were crawling on the ground, all of them were saying "It hurts", but their hands kept tearing pieces of flesh from their bodies and throwing them around. Later, The gaps between the fingers are full of scraps of flesh, which impair their tearing strength. These human-like and non-human things stare blankly at the bones of their hands, and then the bone-like nails are repeatedly sharpened and polished on the floor, making sharp teeth. Sour squeal.

"Ugh...!"

Zhao You, who had endured hunger all night, finally fell asleep, and now he vomited without eating anything.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Zhao You, who had finished vomiting sour water, lost his balance and cursed a series of swear words. Although the others didn't vomit, their faces were not much better than him. Although I have seen it with my own eyes once during the day, the scene effect caused by the difference in quantity is particularly obvious at this time.

"It's that sheep!"

Wang Yang judged instantly.

Zhao You shouted: "Don't say anything else, just look at the people! You are about to be caught at the bottom of your trousers!" The

scene was chaotic. For these villagers who had turned into monsters, the remaining normal people seemed to be their prey. Although they moved slowly, they still crawled towards the four humans on hands and feet. While hiding, Zhao You yelled, asking whether it is possible to be caught and infected like losing the virus. The more nervous he was, the more words poured out of the basket, and Lin Huaisheng almost couldn't hear clearly. What Zhao You said was completely unknown to Lin Huaisheng, and it is difficult for a person to maintain absolute composure in a crisis. Lin Huaisheng could only guess that it was something that existed in the real world where the player Zhao You was originally in.

"Bodhisattva, help, help!"

Zhao You hid near him at some point, the two were about the same height, maybe Zhao You was taller, Zhao You was so frightened that he threw himself on Lin Huaisheng like an upright Samoyed bosom. Lin Huaisheng was so quarreled that he really had a headache, he pushed the person behind him, and the agile cloak immediately stretched like a sword, sweeping across the oncoming monster of human bones.

Zhao Youru had a large pendant on Lin Huaisheng's shoulders, he was not good at fighting, but he was good at trying to cheer.

"Bodhisattva, you are my eternal god, I want to believe in you now-"

How can I say more and more. The cloak on the other side wrapped around Zhao You's head twice, and artificially sealed the mouth that was constantly chattering and affecting the performance of the Bodhisattva.

Zhao You murmured for a while, seeing that Lin Huaisheng ignored him carelessly, he immediately fell silent. The dark data flow also drilled through this skin, leaving a momentary clue in the seemingly innocent eye sockets.

Lin Huaisheng flew forward, fighting off the monster with the river god. Even if it is still a mud body that is difficult to protect himself, he has always chosen to take the initiative instead of shrinking and fearing. His remaining thoughts echoed together, praising Lin Huaisheng's sharpness and emotional peak with Zhao You with overflowing emotion, Zhao You clenched the cloak covering his mouth tightly. The cloak is just a dead thing under the control of the Bodhisattva, but it was loosened a little, and the wrapping was not so tight, Zhao You was far-fetched and wanted to be Lin Huaisheng's tenderness.

Ants can also kill elephants, not to mention the villagers who have turned into human bones are far more troublesome than ants. Layers of blood splashed on the hanging tent, forming mottled lines, and the gods started to kill, and the methods would only become more brutal. The villagers were tied up by the ropes transformed by the Bodhisattva, and stared at the two gods with empty eye sockets covered with remnants of flesh, and then were forced out of the terrible rain by the river god.

These lesion-like black bones are staging a strange scene. Even though they didn't have a few pieces of meat left, they still vomited and couldn't vomit anything at all, but the internal organs of the minced meat all over the ground gradually grew back on them, and they regained their human appearance, but the vomiting Symptoms persist.

Wang Yang frowned and said, "It's different from the meeting during the day."

Lin Huaisheng said, "Wait a little longer."

Six pairs of eyes watched this nauseating mime together, and there were five pairs of eyes, one pair of eyes, and countless pairs of eyes. Quietly shifted the direction of focus. Lin Huaisheng waited silently until the recovered villagers vomited their first mouthful of raw meat mixed with sheep's blood. Lin Huaisheng had an expected proof.

He is not merciful, otherwise he would persuade these villagers from beginning to end to prevent this from happening. But he acquiesced, just watched all the process with a cold eye, and speculated about the possibility of this dungeon.

Every piece of mutton vomited out by these people is alive, each one is like a heart, and it can still beat when it falls on the ground. They are looking for companions everywhere, gradually surrounding and joining them together, until the villagers spit out the last piece of meat and collapse on the ground like mud , the white sheep that was eaten by them was revived.

From birth to death and rebirth, the lamb is ignorant, showing its docile eyes to everyone. But this time, everyone shuddered at it. Then Xiao Yang seemed to know that he could no longer deceive these people, and his animal-shaped face could reveal a trace of regret. It stepped on its hooves, came to the villagers, picked and picked, and finally bit a person's head with its teeth chewing grass, and the other person's skull was bitten off without even responding.

In the end, something splashed on the ground of the Bodhisattva Temple.

Everyone was stunned. And Xiao Yang was satisfied, and dragged a corpse out of the Bodhisattva Temple with a wagging head. The rain shrouded it, preferring such a docile creature, and the corpse it bit in its mouth was quickly melted into a skeleton by the rain. And in the direction where the lamb went, every inch of the barren land it stepped on, slowly grew grass and flowers under the nourishment of the rain.

The body was repeatedly tortured between life and death, but what was even more terrifying was the complete death. Everyone saw that the skeleton that was taken away by the sheep did not "live" in the end. There was an even more unspeakable smell in the air, and several people wrinkled their noses in disgust, staying away from the shaking villagers. Sui Lin even wanted to throw all these people who had polluted the Bodhisattva Temple outside.

Lin Huaisheng suddenly pointed the finger at Li Qingming.

"So, why don't you eat the meat you grilled with your own hands?"

Li Qingming was taken aback. He was guarded and isolated under the gaze of everyone. The sudden accident tonight intensified the tension in this small temple. Contradictions and conflicts. Li Qingming pushed his glasses, his glasses were out of place in the mountains, and based on his behavior, no one would doubt that he was the kid who went out to study, but he never left this place for more than 20 years in his life. big mountain.

He faced everyone's suspicion with a helpless expression.

"Bodhisattva, you obviously heard me and persuaded you."

"Are you angry because I betrayed you?"

His eloquent tongue and black and white reversed, and a few words made Lin Huaisheng a narrow-minded god.

Before Lin Huaisheng got angry, the God of the River punished him as a follower.

"Presumptuous!"

The wrath of the gods collided between the temples, making this disrespectful human bow his head. Li Qingming seemed to be crushed on the ground inch by inch by a pair of invisible hands, his glasses were tilted, he closed his eyes, and the corners of his nose pads drew a shallow bloodstain on the bridge of his nose.

The god is so majestic, but Lin Huaisheng sensed the soul of the river god that was faintly becoming weak. Why? Lin Huaisheng thought of his so-called believer Li Qingming, of the dead body, and of the few remaining villagers. The more devout believers, the more powerful gods will be born, but people's hearts are changeable, and it is difficult for gods to last forever.

The life of a god is the most monotonous, but after living in the chest of another god, it transforms into the most romantic form in the world, and with the most sincere attitude, it shows its truest emotions and thoughts to the one it loves.

Lin Huaisheng has always had a hard time adapting to listening to the voice of another living being without a heartbeat, but if the River God hadn't saved him, would he have died in this dungeon? It can't be deduced backwards, and it can't be verified. This is a puzzle left by the God of the River for Lin Huaisheng in this story.

Lin Huaisheng has a sense of unequal feeling that he deserves emotionally, but he has already suffered, so he can no longer feel ashamed.

The Bodhisattva holds the hand of the river god, and uses his own soul to repair the weakness of the river god in the realm of gods where human beings are ignorant and unaware. The golden spirit embraces the gentleness of the Bodhisattva, even if the Bodhisattva forcefully gives it the divine power it desires most, it is reluctant to assimilate it. There are countless pairs of eyes and mouths inhabiting the gap in the soul. He manipulates them, constantly tearing and chewing this golden stream, and digging into the root of why he was restored to favor again.

On the other side, he flew away wearing silk and tied Li Qingming tightly.

Lin Huaisheng looked down at him: "Don't try to provoke me."

"As long as you are in my practice field, you will never run away. There is always a way to try to find out what secrets are in you."

Li Qingming raised his head with difficulty, he looked up at the gods, the tip of his tongue After licking a row of gums, he smiled excitedly.

As if to say, wait and see.