Chapter 681 Heartwarming Move
Sanjar did not expect that Xiaoluyuan would be such a group of fanatics who dared to roast the statue.
His heart was filled with chills, how could he dare to break in? I can only step back step by step and quietly avoid this place.
Who would have thought that as soon as I took a few steps back, I bumped into something and almost screamed,
However, a hand suddenly pressed down on his mouth.
"Shh——!"
It was a human voice, close at hand, with a hint of urgency.
The other party seemed to have no ill intentions. Sanjar struggled slightly, then stopped and allowed the man to drag him gently, step by step away from the strange temple.
Getting closer, Sanjar smelled a strong smell of stone.
He has been a seller of mineral materials for a while, so he is very familiar with the taste.
But now is not the time to think about that.
Sanjar pulled back his thoughts and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was finally far away from the weird temple.
Sanjar turned around and saw that the man was wearing a felt hat. Although most of his face was covered, he could still recognize him.
"It's you...the scholar in the restaurant!"
He wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by the scholar: "Don't say anything yet, go to my place, my place is safe."
Sanjar is still full of doubts, but now he is cold, tired, and has nowhere to go. Seeing such a normal and kind-hearted scholar almost brings tears to his eyes.
The scholar led the way, skillfully pushing aside the snow and paving a path for Sanjar so that Sanjar could walk more easily.
Not long after, the two arrived at a dilapidated hut and looked at a small courtyard surrounded by high walls behind the house.
"The house is a little messy, please don't mind." The scholar said sheepishly.
"Where there is, it's already very good."
How could Sanjar care about the chaos now? He forced himself on his exhausted body and staggered into the house following the scholar, shaking off the snow all over his body and rubbing his stiff hands and feet.
He brought up a trace of spiritual energy to travel throughout his body, letting the chill go away.
"You actually dare to use spiritual energy?"
This voice sounded suddenly, making Sanjar's heart skip a beat.
He turned around and saw the scholar leaning against the stove, lighting a fire, with a deep look in his eyes that seemed to mean something else.
Seeing Sanjar's look of surprise, the scholar raised the corner of his mouth: "Don't tell me, you didn't feel it..."
"The divine favor has passed away."
The divine favor has passed away.
These four words hit Sanjar like thunder. He was stunned for a long time and could not speak.
The scholar smiled nonchalantly and lowered his head to stir the fire: "You seem to be still hoping for something, or...are you afraid of being regarded as a blasphemer?"
Sanjar was silent, looking at the dancing light of the fire with complicated eyes.
"What are you afraid of? If you can live, you are lucky, no matter how you live. As for the other things, are they important?"
The scholar's voice was very soft, but every word hit Sanjar's heart.
He lowered his head and approached the fire, feeling the warmth of the flame slowly dissipating the cold, and murmured in a low voice: "Yes... Whether you can survive or not, leaving here is still a question."
Can I still see my father?
His self-pitying musings were interrupted by clothes being thrown in his face.
The scholar said: "You are soaked all over, put on this."
It turned out that the clothes on Sanjar's body were wet and stuck to him as the snow melted.
"No, I have brought clothes..."
He touched his waist, but was suddenly shocked to find that the storage bag was missing!
The scholar seemed to have expected it, and whispered: "I guess you dropped it when you were running in the snow just now, right? Put on mine first."
Sanjar's heart warmed slightly, and he was grateful for the scholar's attentiveness, so he took the clothes and saw a screen in the room, so he walked over and prepared to change them behind the screen.
The scholar joked on the side: "We are all men, what are we afraid of? I heard that you Mobei people are the most informal, but I didn't expect you to be shy."
Sanjar smiled innocently and did not answer.
He took off all his wet clothes and put them on the screen.
When he was putting on his new trousers, he happened to bend down and accidentally caught a glimpse of something that seemed to be in the corner of the room beside the bed behind him.
It seemed like a huge black shadow.
The fire from the stove was weak, and it was blocked by a screen, so it could only be seen through the bright edge.
It seems to be a foot.
Sanjar was horrified.
But if you look closely, you will see that the foot is larger than that of a normal person, and is dark in color. The stone texture is clearly visible. It is obviously not a real person, but a stone statue. Sanjar still wanted to take a closer look, but he heard a scholar's voice suddenly coming from outside the screen: "What's taking so long? Are you dressed?"
The sound was so close that it seemed to be on the screen.
Sanjar looked up and saw the scholar's face hanging on the screen, and a pair of eyes with very obvious whites staring at him.
Terrified, he hurriedly put on his trousers, but tripped on his trouser leg, his body suddenly lost balance, and he hit the screen in a panic.
The screen was knocked down and his body fell out, but the firelight burst in and illuminated the dim corner of the room.
Finally, the giant thing in the corner of the room was illuminated.
A very familiar faceless statue stood in the corner of the room, looking at him with compassion.
"This is...the statue of the Supreme God!" Sanjar exclaimed.
The scholar's voice came from the darkness, asking coldly: "Yes...what's wrong?"
Sanjar looked up and saw the scholar's figure hidden in the darkness, his breath becoming more solemn and his pace slowly approaching.
Sanjar quickly got up, his heart beating like a drum, weighed the distance between the front and back doors, and immediately turned around and ran towards the back door.
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Outside the back door is the small courtyard surrounded by a wall.
As soon as Sanjar ran in, his footsteps suddenly stopped, his eyes full of horror.
In the yard, snow-white human figures stood out, their faces covered with snow, and their facial features could not be seen clearly, but they were facing towards him, as if cold eyes were staring at him.
"What, are you scared?" The scholar's voice sounded from behind, like the whisper of a poisonous snake.
Sanjar's heart skipped a beat, and regardless of the fact that he was not wearing any clothes, he hurriedly sprinted forward, fell into these human forms, and kept a distance from the scholar who had appeared at the door.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain under his bare feet. When he looked down, he seemed to have stepped on some sharp gravel.
Blood dripped on the snow, like blooming red plums.
"It's so beautiful..."
Following the sound, Sanjar saw the scholar's eyes falling on the snow, bright red, full of obsession.
I was suddenly shocked, this is a pervert...
The scholar smiled coldly, took out a chisel from his sleeve, and walked towards Sanjar step by step.
"What are you going to do?" Sanjar trembled, his eyes full of fear.
The scholar still smiled, his steps were neither hasty nor slow, and his tone was soft but with a chilling coldness:
"Of course I'm helping you survive. Otherwise, why would I invite you to my home?"
"What do you mean... help me survive?"
Sanjar endured the pain in his feet and stepped back while asking. Using the cover of the stone statue, he quietly stretched his hands into his arms.
"As I said just now, as long as you can survive, do you care what form you are in?" The scholar showed a trace of impatience, "With your current appearance, you can't survive a day here. I just think that you are the supreme god." I’m helping you for the sake of a believer, so you should be grateful.”
Sanjar didn't know how the scholar was going to help him, but looking at this posture, it was definitely not the way he wanted.
He suppressed the panic in his heart, quickly took out the almost last high-level thunder and lightning talisman from his arms, and threw it forward fiercely, and spiritual energy poured into the talisman.
With a thunderous roar, lightning tore through the small courtyard like a storm, and blazing electric light exploded in the air, making the air instantly hot and dazzling.
The white snow was evaporated by lightning and turned into steaming mist.
The dilapidated house collapsed, and the huge statue of the Supreme God in the house was completely exposed. The face without facial features looked at the frightened Sanjar with compassion.
And there were more supreme gods looking at him in the courtyard.
Those human figures, because the covering snow was melted by the scorching lightning, revealed their true appearance - they were all stone statues of the Supreme God!
However, some are rough, like the crude work of a beginner; some are so sophisticated that they can almost look fake.
There are many broken stones scattered everywhere on the ground, and there are many carving tools in the corners.
Sanjar could even see some frozen heads and stumps, discarded randomly like scraps, with a look of unwillingness frozen on them.
Sancar suddenly realized - he had almost become one of them!
But at this moment, he just breathed a sigh of relief, but his ankle was tightly grasped by a blackened hand.
Looking down, he saw that it was the scholar who had been blown to pieces.
There was a look of resentment on his charred and red face. He looked up at Sanjar, and then showed a strange smile.
Sanjar suddenly felt a tightness in his legs, and the pants locked his legs tightly like a living thing, preventing him from moving.
He tried to struggle, but he couldn't get rid of the restraints no matter what, and finally fell to the ground hard, face to face with the scholar, and he could almost feel the charred and hard face.
He was horrified and wanted to struggle and crawl away, but a pair of stiff hands stretched out from the side, clamped his arms, and dragged him toward the collapsed house in front of him.
The screams stopped suddenly, because Sanjar could clearly see the blue-white skin exposed under the exploded stone shells of the stone statues that were holding him.
These stone statues...
There are corpses inside!