Huang Ting

When Hu Xiuwu pierced the chest of the high priest,

Lao Meng is still fighting Gu Tong,

The original Gu of the Gu boy is very troublesome. It is not composed of Gu worms. It is more like the secretion of the Gu body Saint boy, just like normal people secrete saliva and sweat.

In addition, Lao Meng still sympathized with this poor little girl, so after seeing Hu Xiuwu finish off the high priest, he began to persuade:

"Little girl, you see that your high priest is dead. You don't have to fight me anymore."

Originally, Lao Meng had no hope that he could make her listen to him with just one sentence. He was not an evil master who could confuse others with his words.

Unexpectedly, after Lao Meng said there was no need to fight, she actually stopped. She stopped all movements so suddenly, just like a robot without energy and instructions.

Lao Meng stopped and asked suspiciously: "What on earth is going on?"

Hu Xiuwu's hands were dripping with blood and he came to Lao Meng's side:

"Uncle Meng, I'm sorry. I didn't hold back. I accidentally killed the high priest and couldn't leave him alive."

Lao Meng waved his hand: "It's okay, I understand. Even if you don't do it, I will do it. Besides, there is still one person left alive."

Lao Meng pointed at Enkuan who was unconscious and tied up with a talisman by Hu Xiuwu.

"Now, the trouble is with this little girl named Shengtong."

Lao Meng looked at the Holy Child, scratched his head and said worriedly.

Although the holy child did not fight against them anymore, the vegetation around her dried up just by standing there.

Even if Hu Xiuwu wants to get close to her, he still needs to hold up the golden light to protect his body to prevent the poison from entering his body, let alone the ordinary people in the village.

This holy child is like a source of virus. If there are no measures to prevent the spread of her poison, then she must not get close to the crowd.

Hu Xiuwu said softly:

"There is a way. Just let her go back into the box. Since they transported her here without any problems, we can do the same."

Lao Meng pursed his lips, with a trace of unbearable expression on his face:

"It doesn't matter, she won't care about these things now."

Just like I used to be.

Hu Xiuwu looked at Gu Boy and asked her: "Can you go back to the box?"

The Gu boy didn't reply, but he lay back in the box obediently.

Hu Xiuwu picked up the lid that the high priest had thrown aside, and sealed the box again.

There was no trace of fear or uneasiness on the face of the Gu Body Holy Child, only a trace of doubt deep in his eyes:

Why can he talk? Why is he different from me?

Then, there was only darkness in front of her eyes.

After Hu Xiuwu closed the box, he turned and looked at Lao Meng:

"Uncle Meng, my walkie-talkie just broke down. Please inform Uncle Liao."

Then, Hu Xiuwu picked up the box in front of him.

Looking at this scene, Lao Meng sighed in his heart and secretly laughed at himself. Now he is not as decisive as a child.

Looking at Hu Xiuwu holding the box, Lao Meng suddenly felt that he was different from the Holy Child.

But Hu Xiuwu is different. He is the same type as that holy boy.

When he discovered that Hu Xiuwu had gone away, Lao Mengcai felt as if he had just woken up from a dream. He laughed secretly in his heart, wondering how he could have such strange thoughts.

Lao Meng took out the walkie-talkie in his arms and informed Liao Zhong that they had completed the task. At the same time, he reminded colleagues from the Southwest Region who came to deal with the aftermath to be careful of poisoning.

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"okay, I get it."

Liao Zhong hung up the walkie-talkie, and now he was standing on a small boat that was expedited from anywhere.

The boat rests on a tributary of the Snake River,

Hu Bayi on the side asked: "How is it? Is it the news from Xiu Wu?"

"But Lao Meng doesn't sound very interested. What did they encounter over there?"

'Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, our affairs are coming to an end anyway. Let's ask him again when we go back.'

Liao Zhong stood on the boat and turned his head,

In front of him was a dark, deep cave. Standing on the boat, he could still feel the cold air in the cave.

Faintly, one could vaguely see countless resentful figures on the top of the cave.

"Let's go, meet Lao Meng first, remember to bring two cotton-padded clothes."

"okay!"

Wang Kaixuan pulled the starting rope of the engine at the stern of the boat, turned the direction, and headed towards the mountain village.

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"...That's what happened. The box next to Xiuwu is the Gu-body Holy Boy they talk about."

If it hadn't been for Lao Meng's words, they wouldn't have known that there was a little girl quietly "laying" in the box next to Hu Xiuwu.

A "weapon" without emotions.

"Oh, my god!"

Shirley Yang drew the holy name in front of her body, read the Bible, and looked at the box with sympathy on her face.

Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan were also aggrieved.

Hu Bayi cursed: "Damn it, what era is it, and there are still these bastards? Mr. Liao, why don't you just forget about this kind of thing?"

"Son of a bitch, this is a bunch of **, raised by**..."

Liao Zhong seemed to be ignited by Hu Bayi's words, and started to curse.

Everyone sympathized with the Gu boy's plight. Hu Xiuwu sat next to the Gu boy and said nothing.

He knew that all this anger was useless now. The current Gu boy was just like him before, unable to understand this.

In fact, Hu Xiuwu can make Gu Tong regain emotions just like him.

However, Hu Xiuwu did not do this.

I have never seen the light, but I can still endure the darkness,

If she were allowed to regain her emotions now, Hu Xiuwu was not sure whether she would be able to stay sane and stay in the box as quietly as she is now.

Keeping children sane is a luxury.

Hu Xiuwu now has a preliminary understanding of everything.

If what he thought was true, the Gu boy had caused a wide range of damage here,

Then Liao Zhong and Lao Meng, no matter how sympathetic they were to her, could only deal with her here.

'So, Gu Tong, goodbye, I hope we can really get to know each other next time we meet.'