God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The rain made the air very humid, and the puddles in the running room soaked the shoes and socks. They were sticky and uncomfortable, but no one cared about this at the moment.

Yang Jingshu was pretty good. Although she was standing close to the door, most of the rainwater was still blocked by the eaves, so more rainwater came in under her feet.

Yang Jingshu's eyesight was very good, so she naturally saw Yao Cheng and Lu Ying running towards her not far away. She straightened her body slightly and spoke louder:

"They're coming."

Now, as long as the butcher takes the bait, this copy can be cleared.

To be honest, Yang Jingshu never thought that the method of clearing the level would be so simple.

Just lure the butcher into the house.

Now she was starting to think that the system was deliberately guiding their thinking.

After all, the route of killing the butcher seems to be a certain death or extremely difficult route.

In this kind of dungeon, the Butcher has long been alienated to an almost abnormal level. He is not tired or in pain, and he is not even afraid of any trauma at all. However, the anchor is only a human being, and as a human being, he will feel pain, fear, and death... No matter how you look at it, It was impossible to actually kill the butcher.

The young man by the window on the second floor was unexpectedly silent.

He Ziyun felt a little uneasy at the moment.

He couldn't tell what happened to him. If the butcher was indeed "Zhu Yue", then his guess should be more than 95% accurate.

But add another butcher to the mix... and things get a little dicey.

He Ziyun subconsciously pinched the white jade Bodhisattva statue that Feng Donggang had given him. Suddenly something occurred to him. He pursed his lips invisibly and said:

"Ms. Yang, if you, as a captain, lose all your teammates, what kind of emotions will you have?"

The young man's voice was clear, and when the words of rain came into Yang Jingshu's ears, she was stunned for a moment, then frowned and responded:

"Me?" Yang Jingshu subconsciously wanted to say something more decent, but suddenly thought of the team members under her, and her voice froze.

After a few seconds, she shook her head: "I don't know."

The rain was falling densely, and the tiny sounds of rain were intertwined in confusion. On the street not far away, white rain and mist seemed to begin to gradually rise.

Yang Jingshu's voice was a little sticky and damp in the rain:

"In the past, I should have been able to say that I should digest myself or not dwell on the current suffering without any scruples, but now, I can't say such things."

This is too high-sounding and condescending.

No one who has not experienced the same suffering and sacrifice as an insider can advise others to let go or not to hold grudges.

He Ziyun was silent for a few seconds. He quietly looked at the white jade Bodhisattva statue placed by the window, reached out and took it in his hand and rubbed it silently.

"So," the young man murmured in a low voice, "a chief of a government in such a remote area could not be promoted or paid in ten or eight years, and the ordinary police officers below him lost their lives because of a bunch of idiots..."

He Ziyun squinted his eyes slightly, and looked intently at the eyes on the white jade Bodhisattva statue, and his eyes stayed on the dark eyes for a few seconds.

Are the eyes of this Bodhisattva statue black from the beginning?

The young man reached out to touch the eyes of the Bodhisattva statue. Just as his fingertips touched the plastic eye, the white jade Bodhisattva statue in his hand suddenly made a small cracking sound.

The expression of the Bodhisattva who saves all sentient beings also cracked into black cracks, as if the hypocrisy was torn off the tip of the iceberg and completely collapsed.

As if responding to the young man's thoughts, the next second, the white microplastic colloid around the white jade Bodhisattva statue began to disintegrate and break bit by bit, revealing the ink-black substance wrapped in it.

He Ziyun was really stunned this time.

He looked at the slightly familiar plaster black stone statue in his hand, and his eyes trembled violently.

This, this is... This is the statue of Guiwu that he saw in the copy of "Night Journey Festival".

At the same time, the somewhat chaotic and clueless clues in the young man's mind began to tremble violently. He leaned against the window, holding the black stone statue in his hand tightly and squinting slightly.

"Yang Jingshu."

"Ok?"

He Ziyun took a deep breath and said, "After you pull the short butcher into the house, can you temporarily control the tall butcher?"

Yang Jingshu frowned slightly at the door. Her hands hanging by her sides turned into chains at a speed visible to the naked eye, rustling in the sound of rain:

"You can probably control it for a minute or so."

He Ziyun roughly calculated the time: "It's almost the same. As long as I can control it for one minute, it should be enough."

Yang Jingshu keenly noticed something was wrong in the young man's tone and said, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to pull the two butchers into the house?"

He Ziyun said quickly: "No, pulling him into the house is only useful for "Zhu Yue", not "Lu Song". "

He was thinking too simply. How could "Lu Song" be just an ordinary NPC?

I actually regarded "Lu Song" as an NPC that advances the plot. Now think carefully about the place where the second anchor died. If "Zhu Yue" was sitting in the room at that time, who would be the person closest to the mountain? ?

Time was running out, and Yang Jingshu didn't understand. Just when she was about to ask, the two people who were wandering slowly not far away suddenly accelerated.

This made Yang Jingshu subconsciously focus on the direction of Yao Cheng and the two of them, and did not bother to ask He Ziyun more carefully.

Here, He Ziyun cleaned up the remaining Bodhisattva colloid on the stone statue and silently thought about what to do later.

After all, he hasn't started using his skills yet. Although he doesn't know if his skills are useful to the butcher, he can give it a try. What if it works?

Thinking of this, He Ziyun looked back at the little turtle who was still sleeping on the bed, and not surprisingly found that he had changed his appearance again, and started to grow again like a stick.

According to his current growth trend, it is estimated that he will wake up after the butchers are trapped.

I just don’t know whether the person who wakes up is a turtle or nothing...

He Ziyun didn't have time to think about this now. He held the stone statue, opened the door, and ran quickly to the stairs.

"Zhu Yue"'s weakness is his home, but what about "Lu Song"'s weakness?

He Ziyun's brain was spinning rapidly, and all the clues were intertwined, gradually wrapping up his thoughts.

"Young man, since you have seen his body, you should understand that there is a high probability that you will not be able to get out."

……

"If I could help it, I would no longer be in this place."

……

"I do not know."

"I don't know why my water is hot here."

"..."

"Lu Song" really doesn't know?

He Ziyun's eyes were dark. As he walked downstairs quickly, a certain thought in his mind became more and more serious.