Salted Fish Zombie

Ch. 70.2

When the Holy Maiden transplanted sacred flowers into the new group of flower attendants, Ning Su secretly sneaked away to prepare for the worship ceremony.

Today, he arrived early, but the Holy Maiden was not there. The believers outside the temple knelt in silence.

Ning Su climbed up onto the palm of the hand of the statue and placed a four-petal blood flower on His fingertips, saying, "This grew from my body last night, and I secretly plucked it."

Last night, the four-petal blood flower bloomed on his fingertips.

The other flowers that bloomed all had three petals. When no one was looking, he plucked this four-petal one and held it in his palm. "This is for you," he said to the statue, looking at His face with clear, bright eyes.

There was a reaction.

In response, Ning Su stared at Him, trying to see His face through the blur and haze.

The arrival of the Holy Maiden interrupted his gaze.

Just like yesterday, he lay on the palm of the statue's hand, looking at His face and singing praises to Him.

He sang with a burning heart, his heart pulsating heavily with a mysterious power.

And so, while other players became increasingly anxious, Ning Su discussed and conspired with them during the day and secretly joined the worship ceremony on the statue's palm in the afternoon.

If they didn't let him participate, he would secretly worship on the statue's palm.

He lay in His palm and sang praises to Him repeatedly, finally leaving behind the four-petal blood flower that had grown in his body the night before. While everyone was praying, he jumped off the palm and disappeared into the dark corridor.

The night he offered the fourth blood flower to Him, the players had unusually low mood, concealing their impending anxiety.

Four days had passed, and they had made no progress.

Apart from the players who died in the Flower God's temple, they currently had 15 players in the temple.

As the Flower Festival approached, there should be more players on Boss Qi's side.

A hundred players came in, but now there were only about twenty left for the Flower Festival.

And tomorrow at noon, some of them would undergo the sacred flower transplantation, including Ning Changfeng and Zhu Shuangshuang.

Some players sat silently on their beds, while others stood anxiously by the bedside.

After Ning Su covered himself with a thin blanket, he noticed that Zhu Shuangshuang was nervously picking at her fingers, causing them to bleed through the layers of skin.

Ning Su opened his mouth and said something.

"Hmm," Ning Su said, and he thought before saying to Zhu Shuangshuang, "Land of the God's Birth."

"What?" Zhu Shuangshuang raised her head in a daze, trying to hear what he had just said clearly.

Ning Su repeated, "Land of the God's Birth."

Following the principle of saying important things three times, he repeated, "Land of the God's Birth."

Zhu Shuangshuang was stunned.

Su Wangsheng, understanding what was happening, said to her, "This guy is quite lazy. Repeating something three times meant that it's important. Think carefully."

"I no longer need care, and tomorrow you will face a 50% chance of death. If you can come up with something, I won't need to transplant a sacred flower to you."