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Chapter 375: There is a Liu Yonglu in Kaifeng
Nearing three o'clock in the morning, Liu Yonglu sat up from the bed, smacked his lips twice, and lay down again.

He was telling the legend of Bao Gong in the backstage and was sleeping quite warmly. He felt quite uncomfortable when he was suddenly woken up by Xiaohu beside him.

After rubbing his eyes and adjusting to the darkness, he found that Xiaohu was already dressed and standing by the bed waiting for him.

Alas... I finally took the child out to play, but the child took what I said casually seriously. Liu Yonglu had no choice but to get up from the bed again.

But he was still sleepy, so he drank a glass of water from the bedside to moisten his throat, and could only continue singing the lyrics he had just sang to wake himself up:
“Bao Longtu meditated in Kaifeng Prefecture and enforced the law strictly.

In the hall, three guillotines stood majestically, with Wang Chao and Ma Han standing on either side..."

He sang as he led Xiaohu downstairs in the dark. Wang Chao and Ma Han... they need two of us. Let's just make do today. I'll just take Wang Chao with me...

At this time, Liu Yonglu had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. As soon as he stepped into the backyard in a daze, he heard a shrill scream coming from the darkness in the distance!

This shout also frightened Liu Yonglu. He grabbed Xiaohu's hand with one hand and pulled him behind him, and took out the black stone with the other hand.

Fortunately, there were no clouds in the sky tonight, and the bright moon like a jade plate was hanging overhead. In the hazy moonlight, Liu Yonglu saw two young men running towards him from a distance.

Hmm? What do you mean? The person who cried out for justice is still being hunted down? Han Qi?

The next second he understood what was going on. He saw a monster with long limbs and a deformed head chasing after the two young men.

Although the monster had the outline of a human body, it ran on all fours and uttered human-like wailing sounds from time to time.

"Punish corrupt officials and eliminate bullies. I will not be partial! Wang Chao Ma Han!"

If this monster hadn't suddenly appeared in the backyard, Liu Yonglu would still have to figure out who was a good guy and who was a bad guy, but since the danger has appeared, he might as well put the sea urchin head in front of him down first!
As soon as Liu Yonglu shouted "Wang Chao Ma Han", Xiaohu shouted "Yes" behind him!
Xiaohu is very familiar with this lyrics. He just heard it today and it’s still fresh in his mind!
Before Liu Yonglu could slap the black stone, the weeds on the ground began to grow wildly. In a blink of an eye, the weeds that were only a few inches high at most grew to seven feet.

The monster with a deformed head just ran up to him, its limbs tightly bound by weeds, its abundant life force still continuously injected into the land beneath its feet. When Liu Yonglu looked at the monster again, it had been tightly tied up by the weeds into a big dumpling.

"Well, you did a good job, and didn't leave any words unanswered."

Liu Yonglu put the black stone back into his pocket, praised Xiaohu first, and then turned his gaze to the two people running over.

Lorenzo and Botticelli were still in shock and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Botticelli fell asleep just now. Lorenzo didn't take it seriously at first. He thought to himself that his friend had been under too much mental stress recently and should take a nap first. He looked at the time with a bronze pocket watch.

But while Botticelli was sleeping, his physical condition became abnormal. First, his hands and feet began to twitch constantly, and then a look of pain appeared on his face.

Lorenzo hurriedly shook his shoulder to wake up his companion, but Botticelli, with his eyes closed, was trapped in a special nightmare as he had said before, and could not be awakened by the outside world.

When it was almost three o'clock, Botticelli suddenly opened his eyes and gasped:
"Monster! Monster! In the dream, I, no... it was Saint Bois whose throat was torn out by the monster. It dug out Bois's internal organs with its bare hands. Saint, have mercy on me... Saint, have mercy on me..."

Botticelli grabbed his companion's arm in panic, muttering nonsense.

"You had a nightmare. It's okay. It's almost 3 o'clock. After you meet Saint Baran, everything will be clear."

Under the moonlight, Lorenzo felt a deep chill as he looked at Botticelli, whose eyes were wide open and whose face was covered in cold sweat. His companion was right. Some devil's curse had befallen him. "Ah... uh..."

Suddenly, a creepy wailing sound came from the bushes behind the two of them. The sound was not loud, but it was intermittent and did not stop for a long time, like a dying person's cry for help.

Lorenzo stayed where he was. He and his companions had been hiding in the backyard for several hours. There was no one else around, which they had confirmed repeatedly.

Botticelli reacted violently. He was very familiar with this sound. It was made by the monster in the cabin!
The monster appeared in reality following the dream! ?
He suddenly stood up from the ground, pulled Lorenzo and ran towards the interior of the hotel.

Now there is no time to go to Saint Balaam to complain. I just need to save my life first.

Before the two of them ran two steps, they heard an ominous rustling sound in the grass behind them. Lorenzo mustered up the courage to look back.

Under the moonlight, a deformed monster chased towards the two of them.

Its head looked more like a piece of handicraft made of coral stone than a human one, with dozens of sharp and hard phosphorus stones sticking out from the eyes, nose bones, and ears, leaving only the mouth barely able to open and close.

Just at this moment, the back door of the hotel in front was pushed open, and Saint Baran was seen leading a child out of the door, which led to the scene just now.

"Saint, have mercy, Saint, have mercy. The saints have indeed not given up on us humble and loyal believers."

Botticelli was first actually pounced on and eaten by the monster in his dream, and then he was chased all the way in reality. At this time, he was already in tears. He collapsed to the ground and did not get up. Instead, he used his knees as feet and crawled all the way to Saint Baraña, hugging his thighs and crying.

A miracle, absolutely a miracle!

When he was in the most dangerous time, Saint Baraan performed miracles and lent him a helping hand.

Glancing at the monster still struggling in the weed prison behind him, Botticelli had great respect for Saint Baraan in front of him. He thought he was wrong. Saints would never be like in his dreams. They all had almost omnipotent powers and extremely noble souls, and they would definitely be able to help him!

"Brother, please let go first. My coat is quite expensive. If you let it get dirty again..."

Liu Yonglu watched Botticelli at his feet rubbing his snot on his nice clothes, which made him feel disgusted...

"It was you who stuffed the cloth strips into the dumplings, wasn't it? Tell me what grievance you have suffered, and I will judge for you."

Botticelli turned his head and glanced at Lorenzo, meaning, see, this is Saint Barlaam, his speech is so different from others, maybe the saint a thousand years ago also had the same accent!

If such a big noise had happened in some other hotel, the boss would have found them long ago. But today, there was no one else in the hotel except Liu Yonglu's group. All other irrelevant people had already been cleared out.

In the middle of the night, the boss heard some noise in the backyard. He pricked up his ears and thought, oh, that person is talking to someone... Never listen to what you shouldn't listen to. He covered himself with the quilt and continued to sleep.

Liu Yonglu brought Botticelli and Lorenzo into the hotel and handed them a glass of water. The two then told him everything that had happened that day.

"I really didn't kill Bishop Jone. I am an orphan, and Bishop Jone raised me. How could I kill him..."

At the end of his speech, Botticelli's face suddenly became embarrassed because he thought of the monster that suddenly jumped out of his dream and into the world tonight.

Could it be... that I killed my adoptive father in my dream! ?
(End of this chapter)