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The strange choice of words, combined with Chen Yanli's passive and sabotaging state, makes it easy to guess that he is not actually dead.

Originally, Yu Tong didn't associate this with the details, until the old monk took action, the clues in his mind connected.

Based on his understanding of Brother Chen, he was not the type to quietly wait for death. Before he died, he would definitely take a few people with him, and there was no way he would just sit there and let the old monk chop him down.

Unless he knew that he could not die, he thought that instead of resisting, he should endure and show weakness.

After digesting this information, the system hesitantly asked: [How will Brother Chen be resurrected? Will he be like those people in the first world?]

"I haven't seen it, so I don't know."

[Will Brother Chen still have memories after he is resurrected? Will he forget you? ]

Yu Tong stared at it blankly. "Without his memories, he wouldn't have known he would be resurrected."

[Oh, yes, then the memories of the other monks...]

'It will not be lost, for everyone knows he will be resurrected.'

The system pondered for a long time, then asked, confusedly: "If there's no problem with my memory, will time advance? Will it stay at these three days, or will it continue normally?"

"It's possible. I'm not sure. We'll know soon."

The system withdrew the submitted failure report, and the space became quiet again.

Without the little light ball to interject, the sadness that Yu Tong had barely suppressed in his heart surged up again.

Yu Tong tried for a long time but still couldn't jump onto the bed.

He lay alone in the blood, wiping his tears silently.

Two or three minutes later, Yu Tong took a deep breath and jumped to other places in the dormitory, trying to find some hidden clues.

With the help of the bunny's petite and agile body, he actually discovered something.

Under the little gay monk's dusty bed, there was a pile of miscellaneous items.

Behind the debris, at the deepest part near the wall, there was a string of blood-stained rosary beads.

The rosary beads had been polished until they were patinated, and when you get close to them, you can feel a faint warmth. It is completely different from the icy cold rosary beads in the fake monk's hands.

On the bed board just above the rosary, there was a piece of small words scratched out with fingernails.

The seal is broken, and the demons awaken. To prevent the world from becoming a Shura field, the only way is to lock them all up in the temple. But I am not a demon, so why should I be trapped here too?

The bed board with the bloody words on it is still there and has not been taken away by the fake monk from Dahe Guangming Temple.

This shows that after writing these words, the monk did not stay here for long and moved to another hiding place.

Although the blood words were blurry, they were not distorted or hideous.

The writer has no resentment in his heart, only confusion and doubt.

Yu Tong slowly narrowed his eyes and stared at the bloody words thoughtfully.

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At 7 o'clock in the morning, a melodious bell rang outside.

Compared with other temples, Dahe Guangming Temple wakes up surprisingly late.

As the bell rang, the bloodstains on the dormitory walls and the blood on the ground seemed to be wiped away with an eraser, disappearing little by little.

The flesh and blood on the bed, which had no human shape, also slowly disappeared.

When the bell rang, the dormitory had been restored to its original state, without any trace of a murder scene.

Only the tables and chairs knocked over by the monks were still lying on the ground in a mess, unrestored.

After a few seconds, a blurry figure emerged on the bed.

The shadow became clearer and clearer, and finally condensed into a solid entity, turning into a handsome monk wearing a clean monk's robe.

He looked like a work of art carefully crafted by a sculptor, his features were exquisite and flawless, but his skin was a little too pale.

The man's eyes snapped open, and he sat up and looked around.

Just like before, the room was in a mess, with things on the table scattered all over the floor.

Chen Yanli has been living like this since three years ago.

Died and lived and died, over and over again,

At first he was afraid of death, but as time went on and it happened more and more times, he gradually got used to it.

The wounds on the body have disappeared, but the brain still remembers the pain of being dismembered.

As usual, Chen Yanli leaned against the wall and took deep breaths, trying to suppress his psychological discomfort.

Just then, he heard a squeaking sound from below.

The sound was very small, humming like crying.

Chen Yanli leaned over and saw a furry white ball lying beside his shoe, its body trembling uncontrollably.

He reached out and touched the rabbit's back. The little white rabbit sobbed and raised its head, its red eyes filled with tears.

There were still traces of tears on the shoes he had just laid on.

The two looked at each other. The rabbit spirit was stunned for a few seconds, and then his eyes widened instantly.

He tentatively extended his front paw.

Chen Yanli pinched his little paw and rubbed it gently twice.

The tip of the little white rabbit's pink nose twitched twice, and tears welled up in its eyes again.

He hugged the bloodless palm in front of him and buried his rabbit face in the warm palm.

Drops of tears fell on Chen Yanli's palm. He could feel the rabbit spirit's small body still trembling.

At the same time, Chen Yanli felt an inexplicable surge of joy at having regained what he had lost. His emotions influenced him, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up slightly.

For a moment, he thought that the little rabbit spirit's mother might not be completely lying.

Perhaps people who love each other really can communicate with each other.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Chen Yanli frowned.

He is human.

An adult male who is 1.9 meters tall and about 20 centimeters long.

The rabbit semen is only about ten centimeters when rolled up, and barely more than twenty centimeters when spread into a rabbit cake.

How perverted does a person have to be to fall in love with a ball of fur the size of a palm?

Chen Yanli shook his head and put the ridiculous idea behind him.

After being tormented by the little white rabbit, the pain before death was much alleviated.

Chen Yanli picked up the phone that had fallen on the ground and was about to type on the memo.