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Hearing the young man's inquiry, the white-robed weirdo stopped.

The white-robed weirdo said calmly: "There is no one else."

He Ziyun was stunned.

What do you mean no one else? Does it mean that in such a big church, there is only one weird man in white robe?

That weirdo in white robe went to the square to recruit "staff"?

As if aware of He Ziyun's thoughts, the white-robed weirdo continued: "I want to recruit a few people to stay here with me."

"But strangely enough, I never found anyone who fit the bill."

When the white-robed weirdo said this, he looked up at the young man and said with some doubts in his calm tone: "You are the first."

He Ziyun: "..."

He thought of the weird man in white robe touching his hand back and forth, and he always felt that something was not quite right.

Thinking of this, He Ziyun said: "Why do I meet the requirements? Did you figure it out?"

The white-robed weirdo was silent for a moment, "No, it's a feeling."

He Ziyun was speechless.

If the weirdo in white robe said that, he didn't know what to ask.

So in the church, which is the most terrifying place and may even be the birthplace of "other world", there is only one weirdo in white robe?

He Ziyun thought about how long the "other world" had existed, and for the first time he sympathized with the white-robed weirdo.

No wonder he felt that what he said was not quite right. It turns out that after a person has been guarding this church for so long, his personality will inevitably become a little weird.

After a brief conversation, the two fell into silence again.

He Ziyun was not in a hurry. He looked around slowly, from the spotless floor to the white tiles that were so clean that they shone brightly, and he felt admiration.

Apart from anything else, the weirdo in white robe is the only one in this church, which means he also cleans the house by himself...

My scalp feels numb just thinking about it.

The white-robed weirdo felt that the young man's vision was a little strange. His eyes hidden under the hood turned doubtfully. He wanted to speak when he saw the young man walking deeper into the church.

He Ziyun's eyes were attracted by the statue in the innermost part of the church.

A very tall statue, all jade-white. If you look carefully, you can see the dark and tortuous black lines flickering, circling along the lower body of the statue.

He Ziyun seemed to be bewitched and subconsciously wanted to raise his head, but suddenly there was a cold and stiff body behind him.

A cold and biting hand suddenly covered the young man's face. The sudden drop in temperature made the young man tremble unconsciously, and his eyelashes trembled crazily.

He Ziyun groaned from the cold, and slowly regained consciousness in a daze.

The palms of his palms were itching due to the young man's twitching eyelashes. The weirdo in white robe felt even more strange, but he still explained: "You can't look at the statue now."

The young man who had recovered his energy lowered his eyes: "I know, thank you."

Maybe it was because the weird man in white robe was not a real person. He Ziyun, who always hated tall men approaching him, was in good condition at this time.

The fear that seemed to have taken away his soul just now caused him to have some physiological convulsions.

The weird man in white robe also noticed that the young man in his arms was shaking a little. He asked curiously: "Are you shaking?"

"why?"

The young man took a deep breath, his covered eyelashes trembled slightly, and smiled: "Do you think there is a possibility that I am very cold now?"

The weird man in white robe was stunned: "Cold?"

When he was at a loss, He Ziyun reached out and pulled his hand down: "Your hand is too cold."

The white-robed weirdo followed the young man's strength and let go of his hand: "What does cold mean?"

He Ziyun: "..."

He was speechless for a moment. He turned his head and looked up at the white-robed weirdo behind him. From his angle, he just saw the latter's chiseled chin, which made him stunned for a few seconds.

Not a skeleton...

He Ziyun cleared his throat and realized that he was too close to the white-robed weirdo. He took a few steps forward and said, "Strictly speaking, cold is the body temperature on human skin..."

Halfway through, the young man raised his head and glanced at the motionless weirdo in white robes, "But I don't think you understand, so it's not easy to explain."

The weird man in white robe fell silent again, standing alone in the center of the church looking at He Ziyun.

He Ziyun felt strangely pitiful about the other party.

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A few seconds later, He Ziyun sighed. He walked up to the white-robed weirdo, stretched out his hand, and pulled off the gloves on the other person's hand.

The eyes of the white-robed weirdo under the hood slowly moved: "What are you doing?"

He Ziyun felt that the other person liked to ask questions like a newborn child. He didn't waste any words after hearing the words, and directly stretched out his hand to hold the other person's hand.

"hiss--"

He Ziyun sighed softly, enduring the biting cold on the other person's hand and said, "You are cold, I am hot."

"You know now?"

The white-robed weirdo's eyelashes moved, and he nodded slightly, "Well, you are very hot."

As he spoke, he held the young man's hand back curiously, his tone mixed with a bit of surprise: "It's different from me."

He Ziyun: "..."

He suddenly regretted it.

Before his right hand was completely frozen, He Ziyun broke free with the weak strength of the white-robed weirdo: "Okay, I'm going to freeze if you don't let go."

The weird man in white robe didn't quite understand, but he let go of his hand obediently and continued to ask: "What will happen if you get frozen?"

He Ziyun admired those omegas who were mothers, and said perfunctorily: "You will die if you freeze."

The next second, the weird man in white robe retracted his hand that was still stretched forward, and said in a low tone: "Don't die."

He thought of those people who were sacrificed as sacrifices. It seemed that most of them ended up lying on the ground motionless, and were finally dragged out by the people who brought them and thrown away somewhere.

That is "death".

He cannot speak or move, and may even become as cold and stiff as him, a corpse.

He Ziyun didn't notice the white-robed weirdo talking to himself. After confirming that there was only one silly-looking white-robed weirdo in the whole church, the young man was completely relieved.

The idol cannot be seen.

He Ziyun lowered his eyes and quickly passed by the feet of the statue. His heart began to beat violently again, and it took several seconds to regain his composure.

Seeing his feet moving so much, no wonder his brain shut down after looking at half of his body just now.

To a certain extent, the weirdo in white robe did save him just now.

Thinking of this, the restlessness and uneasiness that had been churning in He Ziyun's chest strangely stopped for several seconds.

Just when he was thinking about wandering around, a corner of his cloak was suddenly grabbed from behind.

He Ziyun pinched his eyebrows irritably, turned his head and was about to speak, when he saw the latter raising his hand and lifting his hood.

The young man's expression froze for a moment when he saw the other person's appearance clearly, and he instantly forgot what he was about to say.

The weird man in white robe lowered his head and looked at him. His voice was a little low and strangely beguiling: "My name is Gui Wu."

"your name?"