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If Senior White was just an ordinary statue, he would be entrenched.

At that moment, Song Shuhang suddenly wanted to call the statue: Xiaobai, wait for your long hair...

Fortunately, reason, at the last minute, suppressed the urge to die.

“Mighty White Senior, please help me.” Song Shuhang eventually only made a silent wish and then turned away from the Temple of Immortals.

Come back at the end of the month, it should be time for Senior White to leave the customs office.

What will he do next in the course of this month?

Want to see where the Ghost Light Temple is? There, he and Yoko Yu got the first ghost in his life, and it was a very important place.

Maybe now, both ghosts are still inside. But without Yoshiko Yu, even if he finds the Ghost Light Temple, he won't be able to reach the spiritual ghost.

Why don't you go for a spin around Lin Yao Village?

Remember when Senior Bai was about to leave the customs office, his own quirky charm was out of control, a bit of leakage, and then the statue was stolen... remember that it was a dude brother who stole the statue, which was also a 'time node' and probably the key to the breakdown.

“Wait, so that's it.” Song Shuhang shot his head.

There are now more than 30 days before Senior White leaves the gate, so the ‘deadly charm’ of Senior White has not yet begun to appear in the closing, so I can't see the true phantom of Senior White when I look at the statue.

That should be true.

Why don't you go to the Ghost Light Temple for a month and come back in a month if you don't get anything?

“Senior White, wish me all the best.” Song Shuhang figured out the key.

He walked out of the temple.

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At this time, a chaotic noise came from outside the temple of Immortal Monarch.

Four minivans drove outside the Temple of Immortals.

A young dude jumped out of the car.

Behind him are more than sixty strong men with big, round bladders.

“Go, dig up the statue of the Immortal King! Be careful not to damage the statue of the Immortal King.” Brother Dude shouted.

Seems to have known each other before.

Song Shuhang: “??? ”

Wait, isn't today June 2nd? It's been a long time since Senior White left. How did this happen?

… does this virtual world disrupt the time of all events?

If you took care of your memories and came here on the 30th, would the statue of the Immortal King have been dug up long ago?

As Song Shuhang pondered, the sixty men had rushed into the Temple of Immortal Monarch with tools and forced the statue of Immortal Monarch to be dug out with the fury and resistance of the incenser.

A ‘truck forklift' drove over, picked up the statue of the immortal monarch, and Lisso's rushed out to a transport vehicle.

The whole operation is as smooth as running clouds.

“Wait!” Song Shuhang ran up.

“Kid, don't mess around.” A strong man stood in front of Song Shuhang, strong muscles bulging together.

Behind him, the boy shouted, “Don't waste time, get out of here. ”

Song Shuhang looked at this dude,.

The other party's gaze is self-serving and matches Song Shuhang's gaze.

Song Shuhang sighed: “I said...”

“Bring me this little guy too, it always feels like this guy has a good eye!” That dude's big hand waved, "he said.

Song Shuhang: “??? ”

What do you mean, "I'm particularly impressed"?

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Soon afterwards, Song Shuhang was captured by several big men and brought into the van.

He wanted to resist for a while.

But looking back, he was thinking about how to get on the line of Master Gu, and now he's suddenly going to take him away, just as he wanted to.

So Song Shuhang cooperated very well to let the big men grab it and get caught.

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The minivan traveled fast and soon arrived in the manor estate that Song Shuhang was familiar with.

The thick steel door at the entrance of the manor forced Song Shuhang into his memory - thinking that in that year, the weak chicken could not even open such a door.

“Bad, Grandpa Gu. Miss is sitting at the door waiting for us. She looks angry. Miss may know what we are doing out there.” A big man shouted.

“Ah, how did she know we were going out to dig idols? Who tipped you off?” Young Master Gu was weak, no longer in front of the Temple of the Immortal Monastery, pointing to the appearance of the river and mountain.

“We went out on more than sixty people this time, too much noise, the lady could not not not not have known.” The man grinned bitterly.

“Quickly cover the statue with a cloth.” Young Master Gu shouted.

"We brought back a teenager this time," warned the man. ”

“Let him faint first, then put on a mask or something, cover it up.” Young Master Gu hastened.

Song Shuhang: “Wait a minute, we can discuss... day you. ”

Before he finished, he felt softened and blurred.

Before the coma, Song Shuhang saw a big man pull out a bumpy mask and put it on his face.

Song Shuhang: “…”

When Song Shuhang regained consciousness, he found himself stripped with only a small slit, lying on a stone table.

And it feels cold and itchy for a while.

Song Shuhang: “??? ”

What kind of plot is this?

He turned his head and saw a pale girl sitting in a wheelchair. She had a palette in her hand and a paint pen in her right hand, drawing on him seriously.

Song Shuhang ferociously wanted to get up, but found himself without a little strength, and he couldn't move.

“Don't move.” The pale-skinned girl took her face seriously.

Song Shuhang sighed: “Can you tell me exactly what happened? ”

In the talking room, he noticed that he was wearing the mask on his face.

“Please let me finish, Mr. Grace.” Girl with pale skin, seriously.

Mr. Benefactor?

Song Shuhang's mouth corner finally revealed a smile - the key to breaking the situation, actually here.

The young man with the pale skin sitting in a wheelchair is Young Master Gu's sister.

She's in a strange state.

But she's weird, exactly what Song Shuhang wants.

“Rest assured, I've painted it dozens of times in my dreams, and I'm sure I'll succeed this time.” The young girl sounded comforting.

Song Shuhang: “…”

“My body has been recovering every day since I met a benefactor five months ago. About half a month later, I got out of my wheelchair and could walk on my own.” The young girl painted seriously on Song Shuhang's body and slowed down her voice.

Song Shuhang silently listened.

In my mind, I remember this scene.

When he and the beans brought back the statue of Senior White, before leaving, the beans suddenly made him take a drop of 'quenching fluid’ to feed the girl sitting in a wheelchair and make a good fortune.

When taking quenching fluid, it is very irritating to the body. Care should be taken when taking quenching fluids, even among young people with strong blood.

At the time, the girl sat in a wheelchair, looking sick and weak, not at all able to withstand the effects of ‘quenching fluid'.

But the beans were sure to ask Song Shuhang to send her a drop of quenching fluid.

Song Shuhang was wondering if the girl would be called ‘Chu Chu’.

Doudou describes it as‘ the great good fortune ’.

The beans, what did you see?

“Later, every few days, I would dream. In my dreams, I was taught to draw all kinds of tattoo patterns on the human body, which are different every time. Every time I finish dreaming, I feel exhausted.” The girl continues.

Girl, is this about turning on the hegemonic system and getting the art in your dreams?

Cough. Looks like it's blood inheritance or something?

“That's it, more than two months in a row. When I used to dream, I used to paint tattoos on an ancient altar. Today's dreams are strange. When I dreamed, I realized that the object of the painting tattoo had become a benefactor. Um, done.” The girl nodded with satisfaction as she dropped the palette and the painting laughed.

Song Shuhang: “What did you draw on me? ”

“Of course it's a tattoo. I followed the tattoo chart from my previous dreams and improved it myself.” The girl smiled with her eyes closed.

Song Shuhang: “…”

“Oh, my master called me.” The girl suddenly said.

Song Shuhang: “Huh? ”

“My master is a good friend of the Seven Holy Kings, the ancient witch, Ms. Elise, who is a pronunciation and her voice number. Sound numbers and serial numbers and legal numbers are a reason. Benefactor, I've come into contact with the world.” The corner of the young girl's mouth rose: “One day, when I'm out of school, I'll have a chance to meet a benefactor. ”

She thought for a moment and slowly reached out to remove Song Shuhang's mask.

But halfway through, she stopped again: "Well, it's fake to take the mask off in your dreams. The true face of the benefactor, but when I'm in reality, I'll see you again. ”

She's dreaming now?

“It's time to wake up.” She clapped her hands gently: “I wish I could meet a benefactor in real life. Unfortunately, if the benefactor didn't wear a toy mask, let me know how good you really look. It would also be convenient for me to find you, repay what I owe you at the time, and end one of my wishes. ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

I should be glad I didn't show you my true face at the time, otherwise the tall image of the 'benefactor' will break into scum in your heart.

The girl in front of her suddenly leaned back against the wheelchair and fell asleep.

Song Shuhang also regained operational capability.

He slowly climbed up from the stone table and looked around.

Looks like this is a huge studio, which should be where teenage girls usually draw.

His clothes were on the side.

But there's a mirror.

Song Shuhang picked up his clothes and came to the mirror, wanting to see a picture of a young girl painting on herself.

Then he saw a huge… QR code pattern.

Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes.

It's a QR code, no mistake.

Wrath!

Didn't we say it was a tattoo? Why a QR code pattern?

A moment later...

Song Shuhang took out his phone and tried to sweep this QR code.