Daomu Biji Chapter 87: If you don’t want to die, don’t move

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From a visual inspection, this place is actually only a few dozen square meters, but the height is very high, almost ten meters high. The sense of space is so strong that it makes people feel hollow.

The walls on the eighth floor are surrounded by the same stone walls as those on the seventh floor, and there are wall lamps on them. Although it is dim, it is still enough to see.

Looking inside, you can't help but be surprised. Countless wax lamps are lit anonymously, and the wax bowls are wrapped with light, glowing faintly. It looks like the Universal Buddhist Hall of the Potala Palace.

On the innermost side of the candlelight, there seems to be a Buddhist niche enshrined, but it is some distance away and the light is dim, making it impossible to see clearly.

Without enough time to judge the eighth floor, he rushed towards the entrance of the steps while crawling.

The fat man put his hands on the first step, and his entire upper body was lying on it. The clothes on his upper body were extremely twisted and wrinkled. Without thinking, he knew that this must be Xiu Xiu's masterpiece.

If he couldn't pull the person, he would pull his arm. If he couldn't pull his arm, he would stretch his clothes. Finally, because he was exhausted, he could only place him on the stone steps.

With the pain all over his body, he jumped down the steps, then called Xiuxiu, and lifted the "god" who felt like he weighed several tons up to the eighth floor.

I did not follow him, but turned to look at the underworld snake lying quietly a few meters away.

It seems to have a kind of magic calling me. Perhaps, this kind of magic is called "conscience". I am not afraid. In fact, I hope that it is still alive. I pray that it can still breathe. Its life should not be like this. It was taken away, it is thousands of years old, it has its own reincarnation, and the murderer should not be just a few of us.

However, the long underworld snake in front of him was motionless, its pierced throat was still visible, the snake's head had been broken open by the fat man's fist, the snake's nose was no longer alive, and the snake's letter had dropped to the ground.

I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so I touched it, then turned back and climbed up the stone steps.

The Xiuxiu in front of her was taking care of the fat man like a baby. She knelt on her knees, the gauze in her hand gently wrapped the back of the fat man's hand, and her right hand was free to wipe the fat man's forehead.

I bet that since the fat man was born from his mother's womb, no one has ever served him like this except the fat aunt and those paid girls.

I couldn't bear to interrupt, but quietly walked towards the Buddhist niche in the deepest part of the eighth floor.

Separated by nearly a thousand lampstands, the Buddhist niche a few meters away is still vaguely visible. Through the candlelight of these lampstands, although the dozens in front of me have been extinguished, the things displayed in the middle of the Buddhist niche not far away are still fascinating. Indescribable.

In the middle of the Buddhist niche, there is a golden thing, like a huge upside-down cup, with a diameter of twenty centimeters. At this time, I pray that the fat man will not wake up for the time being. As long as he wakes up, within a moment, there will be something in front of him. This guy's affairs will be in his pocket immediately, and he will appear in Panjiayuan or Liulichang in Beijing the next day.

There are patterns tattooed on the gold objects, but they are a bit far away. Although they are vaguely visible, they are not clearly visible.

I avoided the Buddha lantern and moved a step forward. When I was about to get closer, the tiny voice of black glasses sounded behind me.

"Don't move, don't move if you don't want to die." The voice was unusually firm.

I immediately looked back at the black glasses hanging on the wall. I didn’t know what he meant by what he said to me, but his tone sounded like a threat, not a warning.

However, I stopped immediately and stepped back.

"What do you want to say?" I approached him, squatted down and asked.

At this time, Xiuxiu not far away also stopped "serving" the fat man and turned to look at us.

"I don't want to say anything. I just want to ask how long I have been lying here." Black glasses said coldly. The harmonious face that should have belonged to him was gone at this moment, and his voice was very small. It was obvious that his body was extremely weak.

"About 20 minutes," Xiu Xiu said behind him.

I couldn't take my eyes away, looking at the black glasses in confusion. Could it be that the candlelight passage in front of the Buddhist niche hid some murderous intention?

"In the past 20 minutes, has anyone been to the Buddhist altar? And taken away the contents?" Black Glasses asked coldly.

There was a sudden silence in the field.

"No need to avoid it, there are only four of us here. When I went up to the eighth floor, all the Buddhist candles were still lit. But just now the young master only took one step, and several of the Buddhist candles far away around him were extinguished. "Zhan, if you look at the place where he hasn't stepped in, it has also been destroyed. This means that someone has gone deep into the Buddhist niche and taken away the things. Who is it?"

I followed his words and turned to look at Fo Zhu, feeling a sense of being deceived.

Indeed, the Buddhist candles have been extinguished in places that I have not touched at all, and what Black Glasses said is true.

So, in the past thirty minutes, there was only one person who had the capital to do this.

At this time, the black glasses were looking at me, and I was looking at Xiu Xiu, but Xiu Xiu was looking at the two of us as if in a daze, with her hands at a loss.