As soon as the clown puppet poked out its little head, Su Qingyu pinched him with two fingers and pulled him out of the black backpack.
"My dear, you showed up at the right time."
The clown puppet could understand human language. When he heard Su Qingyu calling him like that, he immediately hugged Su Qingyu's fingers and rubbed his wooden face against her fingers.
"Help me take a look inside." Su Qingyu pointed at the small hole made by the statue.
The clown puppet nodded obediently.
Then, he jumped into the hole.
Su Qingyu and Bai Huo were waiting patiently outside.
After a while, the clown puppet came out safely. It drew on Su Qingyu's palm, using strokes and writing to tell Su Qingyu that there was a long passage inside the statue, which led to an unknown place.
Su Qingyu discussed it with Bai Huo.
The two decided to smash the statue.
They smashed a hole in the statue so that a person could enter, and then crawled in.
The middle of the statue is hollow.
In fact, this is a hollow clay statue covered with a layer of gold.
This statue is like an empty faith in this village.
It seems noble, indestructible, and packaged in a high-end way, but in fact, it is just a gold border on the outside and is empty inside.
The soil inside had already cracked.
It will break with just a slight impact from the outside.
After Su Qingyu got into the statue, he found that the statue was built at the entrance of the basement.
Go down the basement passage.
They successfully found Zhixu Sanren who was hiding in the Monkey Temple.
To be precise, it cannot be considered as found.
Zhixu Sanren is sitting in the only room at the end of this corridor.
There was only one light in his room.
The entire room was filled with broken mirrors.
At this moment, Zhixu Sanren's situation does not seem to be very good.
There was dried blood on his arms, his hair was messy, his back was facing the door, and the mirror in front of him was shattered into countless pieces.
His breathing was heavy, as if he had just finished a long run.
“Master…” Bai Huo called softly from behind.
"You finally found me." Zhixu Sanren's voice was hoarse.
"You two, now is not the time to reminisce about the past." Su Qingyu walked forward and found that Zhixu Sanren's face had begun to grow black hair that represented pollution. "Master, what's wrong with your face?"
As he spoke, Su Qingyu took out a red drink from his black backpack.
Zhixu Sanren waved his hand and pointed to the medicine box next to him.
Su Qingyu squatted down and opened the medicine box, which was filled with used needles and used red potions.
These drugs need to be injected intravenously and have significant side effects.
Su Qingyu noticed that there were many needle holes on Zhixu Sanren's body.
There are also signs of ulceration or waxing near the needle hole.
Zhixu Sanren raised his head and opened his mouth. The chewed talisman fell out of his mouth and rolled to the ground with saliva. He smiled sinisterly, then grabbed Su Qingyu's wrist, pulled her in front of him, and put his furry forehead against the back of her hand. He said, "Little girl, are you worried about me?"