Zhixu Sanren picked up the fragments of the mirror one by one and put them together in the palm of his hand.
[Monkey God Mountain]Ranger Rules (I) Rule 7, second half.
[Beware of people holding mirrors.]
When Bai Huo walked into the room, Zhixu Sanren suddenly clenched his fist. The sharp edges of the mirror cut his hand, and blood flowed out, staining the surface of the mirror.
"Master." Bai Huo was standing not far away.
Looking at Zhixu Sanren's back, he suddenly didn't want to go any closer.
"My apprentice, just stand there and listen to me."
Zhixu Sanren also didn't want Bai Huo to see himself in a state that was neither human nor ghost.
"Master, please listen to me first. I got a ticket in the dungeon. This ticket allows people in the dungeon to go to other dungeons, even those who are not trial participants. Let me take you away." Bai Huo stretched out a hand in the direction of Zhixu Sanren. With a high nose bridge and gray eyes, he looked like a snowflake drifting in winter. "Come with me, Master."
Zhixu Sanren looked at the bloody lens in his palm.
He shook his head.
Because he knew his apprentice too well.
Zhixu Sanren asked: "How many tickets did you get?"
"Two."
"One for you and one for the girl at the door."
Bai Huo was silent.
"Have you found the rules to pass the level?"
"Not yet, but soon!" Bai Huo took a step forward and looked at Zhixu Sanren eagerly, "Master, if we leave Monkey God Mountain, the pollution in you may be cured."
"No need to save me."
In order to maintain his current sanity, Zhixu Sanren has injected all the vaccines in the box into his veins.
Not only that, he also swallowed all the talismans he knew that were useful for pollution.
Now this body is already at the end of its strength.
He did all this just to hold on until Bai Huo arrived.
"Have you been to the Dead Village?"
"I've been there." Bai Huo felt that his master was still able to maintain his sanity, and the pollution had not completely distorted Zhixu Sanren's mind. He wanted to save him, and his tone was tinged with urgency. "Now is not the time to talk about this, Master, let's leave here!"
As he said that, Bai Huo walked directly behind Zhixu Sanren and put his hand on Zhixu Sanren's shoulder. His palm touched something furry.
Zhixu Sanren turned around and saw his entire face covered with black hair.
"Disciple, do you still think I can go back?" Zhixu Sanren pulled his face, trying to act like a human with his face that was close to that of a monkey, "Accept reality."
Bai Huo was wearing a black Taoist robe. He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes that were like a lake frozen by ice and snow.
"Yes, Master."
"I was the one who cut down the Monkey God tree in the Dead Village. If you have been there, have you found the remains of the Monkey God?"
"We found it and have dug it out and are taking it with us." Bai Huo's voice was cold, without any sadness in his eyes, and he returned to his businesslike appearance.
"My disciples are always the smartest." Zhixu Sanren said with pride, "Before I started working at the Morning Star Group, I lived here. This place is like half of my home.