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Chapter 18: Teasing You to Score a Double
When Liu Yonglu heard One-Eyed Mike calling him, his heart skipped a beat and his face changed color. Fortunately, he walked towards the door with his back to everyone.

When he turned around again, his attitude had changed and he put on that fearless smile from before.

"What? You're asking me to have dinner with you. It's troublesome to cook so late at night. How about next time?"

"No, I forgot to ask your name, and...the black stone in your pocket...can you show it to us?"

"My last name is Dou, and my name is Dou Ni Wan."

"Dou...Nivar..." One-eyed Mike, like the nun, couldn't pronounce the name correctly.

He has a natural curiosity and yearning for ancient relics such as the Black Stone. This is related to his long-term experience of contact with distant gods. Over the long years, the obscure and vast knowledge of the gods has long corroded his soul and spirit.

"As for the stone... you can only look at it, but you have to give it back to me after you take a look."

Liu Yonglu was actually a little nervous. He had promised to give away this stone, which was a key item for his future promotion. If it was really snatched away by a few young men, he would have a hard time explaining it to the headquarters.

But looking at those eight or nine pairs of eager dark red eyes, he couldn't refuse with a straight face, so he had to reluctantly take out the black stone and hand it over.

"Ancient relics...mysterious creations that only gods can have..."

One-Eyed Mike first held the black stone close to his nose and sniffed it, then he greedily held it in his hand and started playing with it.

"Mike, let me see it too, so that I can be closer to the profound knowledge above the starry sea." One-eyed Mike had just touched it a few times when it was snatched away by a young man next to him.

"I can feel it... I can even smell the fishy smell of the reefs on the seabed with my eyes closed." The young man held the stone and closed his eyes and tasted it for a while when it was snatched away by Rami, the shoemaker next to him.

Under the dim oil lamp, eight or nine villagers huddled together, scrambling to pass around the strange black stone.

"Ahem, that's enough. If you keep touching the stone for a while, it will become patinated."

Liu Yonglu coughed, and Mike reluctantly returned the stone to Liu Yonglu.

The people on the opposite side are also the descendants of an unknown god, and they are noble "tributes". If they were ordinary people, even if he had to risk everything today, he would find a way to keep the stone in the village.

"It's okay. I'll lend it to you to play with next time I come to visit you." Liu Yonglu checked the stone to see if it was chipped or worn, then put it back in his pocket.

"Shoemaker Rami, you go and see the distinguished guest off."

Liu Yonglu breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that they were really leaving this time, and the two of them returned to the Dujuan River along the dirt road. Rami found a wooden paddle and gave it to Liu Yonglu, and he returned to the south bank on the small boat that was used to transport supplies.

On the Imer family's side, eight or nine villagers including One-Eyed Mike cleaned the warehouse a little and went home to sleep.

In the dream, they sat up quietly and found themselves on a wild coast. In the center of the island behind them, there seemed to be a voice calling them.

……

Liu Yonglu didn't know what they were dreaming about. He was eager to go home. He had on him the letter of introduction into the cult organization, the token ring, and a bottle of special wine of unknown origin as evidence for the investigation. So he had a good harvest tonight.

As they were walking, unfortunately it started to rain. Liu Yonglu couldn't bring an umbrella with him when he came to investigate, so he was soaked when he returned to the monastery.

But there is one advantage to this: we walked this way in the heavy rain.

The "flower tattoo" painted by Xiaohu on his body had been mostly washed away by the rain. When he returned to the monastery, he found a dry towel and wiped it front to back, and his skin returned to its original state.

Liu Yonglu secretly pushed open Xiaohu's door and prepared to see how the child was sleeping.

I saw Xiaohu lying on his back on a small single wooden bed by the window, with his hands crossed on his chest. There was no sound of snoring.

Seeing that the child was sleeping soundly, Liu Yonglu tiptoed to close the door, wash up and go to bed.

In the dark room, Xiaohu's eyes remained open without blinking, and his dark pupils moved freely, making the already dark room even darker.

This... person... is back? This sentence popped up in his mind. It was an objective description of the actual result, without any subjective feelings that a living being should have.

Why... why? This was the first time he had any doubts.

Three hours ago, in the monastery's yard, Xiaohu was squatting under a tree, fiddling with his ant tricks. The small door leading to the backyard of the monastery had been locked long ago, but no one knew how he got in.

The ants were still under the influence of Little Tiger, piecing together strange and obscure symbols and performing weird dance rituals in the dark cloud-shrouded space.

But this time no one bothered him. After the silk paper with the words "Just kidding" disappeared, a ball of transparent bluish-white flame suddenly appeared on the hill of ant corpses.

A strange creature in the shape of a sheep's head was mumbling inside the flame.

Swelling and wriggling flesh and organs expanded and contracted around it. Those organs were connected to countless tubes that penetrated into the deep darkness, as if drawing nutrients from it.

A bunch of strange, trembling syllables came out of the mouth of the sheep-headed creature, as if she was asking the summoner the name of the tribute.

"Tease...you...play..."

Xiaohu slowly read out the pseudonym left by Liu Yonglu in a flat and dry voice.

After a while, countless tumors began to emerge from the eye sockets of the sheep-headed creature. The tumors were connected to each other, dripping and gradually blending into the surrounding darkness. The unknown organs connected by tubes also began to expand and contract, as if the womb was nurturing life.

"Tease...you...play..." Xiaohu called out again, and the uterus ruptured, but the body that came out was not the human body Xiaohu expected, Liu Yonglu's body, but a little black man without eyes and mouth.

After the little black man crawled out of the womb, he walked around aimlessly twice and then returned to where he was. Finally, he lay down, curled up into a ball with his hands around his knees, dried up and shriveled up, and finally turned into a pool of liquid.

Xiaohu:? ? ?
This……

The sheep-headed creature then stretched out a six-fingered arm from its body. The front end of his fingers were hollow, like a straw, which he inserted into the liquid and sucked up the liquid that flowed out of the little black man.

An obscure murmur of unknown meaning came from the flames. She seemed a little dissatisfied that this sacrifice called "just for fun" was not taken into her body as expected.

Xiaohu waved his hand, and the blue-white flames disappeared along with the sheep-headed creature in the flames. The expulsion ceremony failed, and he didn't know the reason.

Lying on the hardwood bed, Xiaohu once again felt doubtful. He didn't know what was wrong with the ritual symbols, silk paper, body hair, and name. What was wrong with them?

Xiaohu turned over and got out of bed, and the next second he appeared in Liu Yonglu's room.

At this time, Liu Yonglu had washed up and fell asleep, but Xiaohu still had a blank expression on his face. He slowly approached him, tilting his head and looking closely at the guardian named "Douniwan".

Xiaohu stretched out his left hand with six fingers and wanted to touch his body, but he found that an invisible water vapor mixed with the smell of the sea blocked his fingers.

Looking to the side, water vapor was coming from the black stone next to Liu Yonglu's pillow.

"It's a big coat, put it on outside! It has no sleeves, it's a waistcoat! ..."

Suddenly, in the darkness, Liu Yonglu, who was sleeping on his side, spoke. His voice was so loud that Xiaohu, who was standing next to him, was startled and quickly took a few steps back.

But after a while I found that the other party was not awake yet and he was just talking in his sleep.

Xiaohu didn’t understand what Liu Yonglu was singing in his dream, but he felt that there seemed to be a strange rhythm in it. This rhythm might come from the ancient starry sky. It was simply unheard of and fascinating.

After singing a section of "Selling Cloth", Xiaohu took two steps forward.

"I was hit with a bamboo stick as I took a big step. The shopkeeper opened a coffin shop. Your coffin is really good. One end is big and the other end is small. A living person can't escape if you put it in it..."

As soon as Xiaohu got closer, Liu Yonglu started his "Counting Treasure" again. This time, Xiaohu didn't dare to get any closer. He just stopped one or two steps away from the bed, carefully observing the black stone at the head of the bed.

This time he smelled the scent of other gods from the black stone, low-level, fishy, ​​and disgusting.

He silently glanced at Liu Yonglu who was lying on the pillow and doing something. His body gradually became transparent and finally disappeared in the room.

……

The next morning, Liu Yonglu stretched and yawned. Yesterday was another diligent night. He quickly got a glass of water from the bedside and drank it. His legs were so tired from all the work that night that his throat was sore.

After drinking enough boiled water, I felt a little hungry, so I walked to the restaurant.

"Sister Lucy, give me a few more egg tarts."

Liu Yonglu quickly devoured a whole plate of egg tarts, but still not satisfied, he muttered incoherently.

"Okay, if it's not enough, I'll give you a few more pieces."

Sister Lucy looked at Liu Yonglu with the caring eyes of a dying patient. This man was lucky enough to survive the first night, but it was not known how many more days he could hold on.

"Tsk, that's enough, we still have to get back to work after eating."

What he calls work is to report to Lewis. We have to start our undercover work quickly.

After wiping the egg tart crumbs from the corner of his mouth, he took Xiaohu's hand and went to the street, giving him instructions as they walked.

"Xiao Hu, you should talk less when you get there. No one will criticize you if you talk less.

But if you tell me everything, you might accidentally reveal my secrets, and then we'll both die.

If someone wants to ask you something, just tell them, bye bye, don’t let me talk, got it?”

Xiaohu was still the same as usual, staring straight ahead, his eyes fixed, his big black eyes unblinking. Liu Yonglu leaned over to test it:
"What are you calling?"

"How old?"

"What did you eat this morning?"

"Why didn't you answer me when I asked you a question?"

"Bye, you won't let me speak." Xiaohu replied dryly.

"This child is really smart." Liu Yonglu grinned and rubbed Xiaohu's head.

Arriving at the door of the "Foster Wax Museum", Liu Yonglu knocked gently. A lady wearing a luxurious hat opened the door. Liu Yonglu handed over the letter of recommendation and the brass emblem ring and said politely:

"Thank you for your help, sister. I am here to join you. Please help me deliver the letter and things to Mr. Lewis."

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