In the urban area outside Wusu city, the rainstorm continues.

Somewhere in a narrow street.

On one side, there are all kinds of sundries, used honeycomb briquettes, broken wood blocks used as firewood, and several wooden piers covered with vegetable leaves and fish scales.

The other side is crowded with people, the end extends to the corner of the roadway, and the front end only goes to the front door in the center of the roadway.

The plaque "Jishi hall" hung on the door looks like it has been for some years.

At least more than 20 people crowded together, but people couldn't see much anger. Most of them were middle-aged and elderly people, bent, occasionally coughing, and fainted in the sound of rainstorm.

She was wrapped in several patched thick clothes. The gray haired old woman shrank against the wall to shelter from the rain. She had no umbrella and could only be covered by the wooden triangle placed horizontally on her head.

Holding a porcelain bowl with a missing corner, she stood in a group of middle-aged and elderly people in the same state as her, holding a yellow symbol folded into a triangle in her empty hand, and recited the Scriptures in a low voice.

"Chanting sutras?"

The old man with crutches nearby heard some of them, his face showed some sadness and spat,

"That old Shizi shines on the great God and plays the devil and the real king. It's useless. I've believed all my life, but I've become such a ghost when I'm old... Hum, I can borrow a name to come and get some rice porridge."

"You, you're disrespectful. Bah it."

The old woman hurriedly opened her mouth and wanted the old man to take back his disrespectful words to the gods. Halfway through her words, she couldn't help glancing out of the lane.

Gorgeous lights, traffic and the heat rising from food stalls on the street.

In the far block, the lights outside several tall buildings complement each other, which makes her unable to say the second half of her words.

The sarcastic old man was still sneering at first. Later, he looked at her with a stiff expression on his face, shook the cloth bag in his hand and pretended to bow.

If I wanted to say something more, I heard someone shouting "opening, Schmidt's opening ~"!

The silent crowd immediately took action, and everyone began to move forward. From time to time, you can hear someone urging the people in front to move faster.

After a period of time, someone came back from the front of the team with a small bag of rice and some bread. The old woman couldn't help swallowing a few salivas watching this scene.

After about ten minutes, it was her turn to come to the gate of the courtyard.

The entrance is a small courtyard. In the middle is a copper stove with a cover on it. There are several scattered incense sticks inserted in it. In front of the main hall behind, there are several wooden tables, which are neatly arranged with cloth bags filled with white rice and bundles of freshly made bread.

"The old guy in the back didn't lie to us. The Jishi hall really distributes food every day. He said that as long as he is a believer, he can believe anything. He's really a good man."

Someone whispered in front, while the old woman's face became a little embarrassed. She walked up to the table, handed the triangle bag in her hand, and then put down the bowl.

Shi Zhai was a kind-hearted young man. The old woman looked up at him. Except for the slightly larger earlobe, she always felt that he was very ordinary. She turned her head and forgot his existence.

The young man took the triangle bag, pinched it, smiled and handed it back to the old woman. At the same time, he put a cloth bag into her bowl,

"Well done, thirty-five. According to our agreement, the money is in it."

Without saying anything, the old woman took the cloth bag into her arms and walked out regardless of the bowl, while the young man behind her just looked at her back and smiled peacefully.

Suddenly, there was only candle light behind him, and someone in some dark main hall stepped out quickly and whispered to him,

"Enlightenment, the flowers are blooming."

"You will take over my work. You can distribute as much food as there are people. Don't worry. Take your time."

The young man known as the "enlightened" turned around, and everyone else next to him subconsciously turned sideways and bowed his head, even those who looked two rounds older than him.

Across the threshold, the young man's eyes stopped for a few seconds on the statue enshrined in the main hall, and immediately turned to the rear.

Tap somewhere on the base of the statue, and the floor tile in front of the body immediately sinks, showing a ladder.

Walking slowly, only the candlestick on the wall provides light along the way. After stepping over a dozen steps, we come to the dark basement all the way.

A low chant sounded in the dark.

Young people are obviously in charge here. They don't need lighting at all. They just walk forward and stop when they reach a certain position,

"Someone just told me that you found it?"

"Competition, defeat, unable to fight again."

A hoarse voice sounded, and then a light lit up in the dark.

It is a translucent pure white flower with an extremely exquisite appearance, just like a work of art carved by Seiko, emitting dreamlike fluorescence.

But the place where the flowers grow is not the soil, but a pair of overlapping palms.

It feeds on flesh and blood

The brighter and brighter fluorescence lit up the owner of the palm. He was a young man in a raincoat, holding his head up and looking at the young man blankly.

"I want to contact it. Can you help me?"

The young man looked at the flowers and asked softly.

The petals swayed gently, and the light of the inner stamens became more and more prosperous. As its cultivator, the body of the raincoat youth began to tremble, and this uncontrolled swing affected something behind him.

In the sound of "brush Lala ~", the light released by the flowers became brighter and brighter, and finally made the objects behind the youth appear.

Hundreds of tentacles rushed out of the shadow and ran straight through the back of his brain. Then it was like an instrument connected to the power supply. White light spots traced back along the tentacles and finally illuminated their source.

A large number of dark red vines with blood and flesh meridians as stems grow on the ground on the inner side of the basement. Near them, there are often one or two naked corpses as growth soil.

Not only that, above these vines, without exception, are connected to a brain full of gullies

They greedily devoured the energy absorbed by the youth, and the stem began to expand. The terrible spiritual energy suddenly appeared in the basement, as if a little chaos would generate a storm enough to destroy the building.

The young man as the main guide looked at the brain vine in front of him, and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Sitting cross legged in front of the "power supply", the young man half narrowed his eyes.

After a short silence, the spiritual energy around him began to take him as the center and work slowly.

Until a moment, a weak dog barked in the void.

"Kurpannga, it seems that your plan has failed. In that case... Let's talk about the conditions?"

Somehow the tone of the young man suddenly became very low, even mixed with some strange screams.