Chapter 814

"The problem is very serious."

Tyrant checked Ji Xiang's condition and his face looked very solemn. Gyatso shook his head gently and echoed,

"It is indeed a miracle that it is still alive. Is the life level of a high-level listener really so high? More than ninety percent of its soul is damaged, and more than eighty percent of its demon body is damaged. Following that, it was obviously tortured and further injured, but it is still alive. "

"Maybe it is the nature of a cat." Tyrant guessed, "There is a paragraph in the 'Buddhist Scripture': Buddha was gathering his disciples to preach, and there was a cat sitting under the Buddha, holding its breath and listening quietly. Disciple asked Buddha if this cat was also proficient in the scriptures. Buddha said: Cats have spirituality, they have nine lives, and humans only have one. Therefore, the spirituality of a cat is far beyond the ears of humans. It is also clearly stated in the 'Buddhist Scripture': 'A cat has nine lives, spirit, tranquility, righteousness, awareness, light, essence, qi, and spirit.' "

"You're talking so much. You're so vague." Su Bai sat down by the bed and looked at Ji Xiang, who was wrapped up like a dumpling by Tyrant and Gyatso, and said, "Maybe it has something to do with it living in the Land of Proving Dao. That is the place where the big shots of listeners prove Dao, but at the same time, it can also be said to be a dangerous place where death and the underworld intersect. Creatures that grow up there must have something unusual about them. Maybe they won't accept it on the road to the underworld."

"Da Bai, could it be that it doesn't remember who you are?" The monk probed.

"It's not a classic love story like in 'Titanic'. Her soul is so badly damaged. How can she still have her previous memories?" Gyatso said while smoking at the side.

"Lord Zeng, I have only been gone for a few days, and you have changed even more thoroughly. Now you have new tattoos on your body, and I can smell the smell of drugs on you. You talk so frivolously. I am really worried that you will not be able to continue on this path. First of all, I will turn a dignified Lord Zeng into a hoodlum. That will be a great loss."

"The boat will cross the bridge when it comes to it, and I will leave it to fate. I have nothing to regret. By the way, your Qin soldier's corpse has been in the yard for so long. When are you going to dispose of it? Our standard is too high. Even the country's leaders don't let the terracotta soldiers guard the door. Now we are putting the living Qin soldier's corpse behind the door. It is too extravagant."

"Is the Qin soldier's corpse useful to you?" Su Bai asked. Gyatso had given him the ancient corpse previously, and Su Bai wanted to return the favor. Besides, he was now an advanced listener, and he had yet to fully explore the mysteries of the advanced listener's fighting style. It was equivalent to a huge treasure house that had yet to be emptied. He did not have the mood to look at the good stuff outside.

"Maybe it will be useful when I reconstruct my demonic body," Gyatso said thoughtfully.

"Alright, I will leave it for you to use. I get it. Are you going to be reborn? From your soul to your body, you are going to do a great cleansing." Su Bai guessed, but soon, Su Bai said, "Then be careful. It is okay to indulge in life outside, but remember to wear a condom. Be careful not to be promoted to an advanced listener, and after a year, god knows how many illegitimate children will come to my house asking for red packets."

Seeing that the two were still teasing each other, the monk smiled helplessly. To be honest, the house had indeed lacked such an atmosphere for a long time.

In addition, in the past, this house could still be regarded as a paradise, an absolutely safe place. However, ever since the little fellow and Ji Xiang were quietly taken away, this place was actually not so safe anymore.

If a family lost its children, it would lose its function of sheltering from the wind and rain. Then, this home would only be left with a mere formality. It would lose its original purpose of existence.

"Amitabha. Poor Monk, go to the kitchen and make something for supper."

In the past, Fatso and Su Bai would occasionally cook. The monk rarely made vegetarian meals, but now, Su Bai was not in the mood to cook. Although Gyatso's weapon was a chopper, it had little to do with the kitchen. During this period, the monk had obviously been cooking more often. However, it was also because Lord Zeng was recently experiencing life and often fooling around outside. Therefore, most of the time, the monk cooked for himself.

Ji Xiang was placed in the bedroom by Su Bai to rest. Before leaving, Su Bai thought for a while and took out the photo of him and the little fellow. He placed it beside Ji Xiang before leaving the bedroom for the living room.

"You're smoking again?" Su Bai saw Lord Zeng puffing into the alcohol bottle again, so he sat down opposite him.

"The more I smoke, the more boring it becomes." Lord Zeng smiled and handed the bottle to Su Bai. "Do you want to have a sip? Seal your strength first before inhaling. Otherwise, you won't feel it. "

"Come on, it's not like I haven't played with these things before."

"By the way, I forgot that you also had a wild and unrestrained time in the past." Gyatso nodded.

At this time, the monk came out with the dishes. There were two plates of stir-fried vegetables, one plate of salted peanuts, and three servings of rice.

It was a simple supper, but it was quite enjoyable for the three of them.

As they were eating, the monk suddenly said, "It's raining outside."

Su Bai looked out the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and saw the pitter-patter of rain. Moreover, the rain was getting heavier.

After dinner, Gyatso went to clean up the dishes. Su Bai was happy to sit on the chair and smoke a cigarette. At this time, the rain outside was getting heavier. Su Bai's fingers holding the cigarette suddenly trembled.

For some reason, Su Bai felt that the sound of the rain outside was a little annoying, as if it could affect his mood. This feeling made Su Bai very uncomfortable.

Gyatso cleaned up the dishes and walked out while wiping his hands. He then sat down on the sofa. The house was much quieter than before, so the three of them were more willing to gather in the living room.

The monk had just finished showering and came out in a yellow training suit. He turned on the TV. Even if there was nothing interesting on the TV, it was good to listen to the sound.

The news was broadcasting an international news. There seemed to be some kind of riot in the Philippines. Judging from the photos and videos in the news, it seemed to be quite serious. However, the militants seemed to have occupied several important locations in the city, such as hospitals. This also showed that the strength of the Philippine government's army was indeed not very impressive.

Of course, this news naturally did not interest the three of them.

Su Bai got up and went to the fridge to get a bottle of orange juice. The monk did not drink beverages. He only drank tea. Gyatso also indicated that he did not need a beverage. He had only been drinking recently.

When Su Bai took a sip of orange juice and walked back to the sofa,

There was suddenly a muffled thunder outside.

The rain fell even harder.

The oppressive atmosphere around him seemed to be getting heavier.

Su Bai was sitting before, but now he was standing. But because of this, he noticed that the monk and Gyatso's expressions suddenly became a little serious for some reason.

Could it be that he was not the only one who was feeling uneasy on this rainy night?

The monk put down the teacup and looked at Gyatso.

Gyatso opened his eyes and looked at the monk.

Su Bai also put down the orange juice. He did not need to rely on his intuition anymore. Looking at Gyatso and the monk's reaction, he knew that something special had happened. Or …

It was about to happen.

The monk stood up. Gyatso seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he did not say anything. After a slight hesitation, he stood up as well.

"He won't dare to kill us," the monk said.

"I know that." Gyatso nodded.

"Let's go and take a look." After the monk said that, he looked at Su Bai. "Da Bai, it shouldn't be wrong."

Su Bai looked at the monk in puzzlement. Then, he saw the monk point at his bedroom. In the bedroom, only Ji Xiang was sleeping on the bed.

"It can't be wrong. That night, the Poor Monk also suddenly felt uneasy, but he did not notice any intruders. Even the array formation did not react at all. Then …"

When the monk said this, Su Bai had already understood. Without waiting for the monk to finish, Su Bai directly rushed into his bedroom.

A bolt of lightning appeared, illuminating the wall with a pale white light. Then, there was a loud "boom". But when Su Bai rushed into the bedroom, Ji Xiang was still lying quietly on the bed. It was in a kind of self-recovery in a deep sleep. Even if there was thunder outside, it would not wake up.

The monk and Gyatso quickly walked in. In the bedroom, everything was normal. Ji Xiang was still there.

When he saw that Ji Xiang was safe and sound, Su Bai heaved a sigh of relief. He was still wondering if the monk and the others had a false alarm or were they panicking?

But before Su Bai could comfort himself, he quickly saw that on the side of the bed.

There was a pair of wet footprints!

When he saw this pair of footprints, Su Bai's body began to tremble. He waved his hand almost crazily and directly turned the wardrobe behind him into pieces. Other than the bed that Ji Xiang was lying on, all the furniture in the entire bedroom was immediately killed by Su Bai's aura, turning into dust and piling up on the ground.

Su Bai's arms hung down. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth. One moment he was smiling, the next moment he seemed to be talking to himself.

"You're still here.

You're still here.

You're still coming!!! "

His fists were clenched tightly, and his nails pierced into the flesh of his palms. However, Su Bai continued to exert his strength. The pair of wet footprints by the bed was a silent mockery and hint.

It was as if they were mocking Su Bai. Everything was still under their control.

They were also hinting to Su Bai that his fate would never escape their control.

At this moment, Su Bai suddenly felt that …

He had just been promoted to a high-level listener.

He had just been able to torture and kill a senior.

He had just been able to defeat Jie Ling, an opponent of the same level.

In fact, he was still the little boy in the family photo who had a talisman on his forehead and was kneeling in the corner with lifeless eyes.

It was as if …

There was really no essential difference …