Chapter 89 89 "Are you a Taoist couple?"

"Are you okay, Fellow Daoist Fu?" Su Xiaoyuan hurried to his side and looked at him worriedly. "Is it painful?"

She had heard Kaishan say that searching the spirit palace felt similar to slowly cutting open the belly with a small knife to remove the internal organs. Fu Shiyu's face was obviously much paler than before, and even his lips had lost their color.

"It's okay." Fu Shiyu looked at her gently, and when he turned to other people, his eyes suddenly became sharp and cold.

Several people were speechless for a moment, their faces looking a little ugly.

They all saw him draw his sword, but none of them saw it clearly.

How is this possible?

As the level of cultivation improves, the five senses will become more acute and the reaction will be more sensitive, but these sword cultivators from the high-level Jindan to the middle-level Yuanying stage could not even see the movements of a low-level foundation-building cultivator.

Moreover, when he drew his sword, everyone felt the dangerous and murderous aura, which had nothing to do with cultivation or pressure. It was like the sharp frost in the cold winter, covering the sky and penetrating every pore, making people feel an instinctive fear from the bottom of their hearts.

This is purely the pinnacle of swordsmanship. I wonder how many swords he swung and how many demons he slew to reach this level.

Several cultivators were all from famous and powerful sects. Although some of them had practiced Taoism for dozens or even hundreds of years, they were all under the protection of their sects and had never experienced a bloody battle. However, the man in front of them seemed to have fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He could behead his demon-turned companion with a single sword strike without even blinking an eye.

Ling Sangrou was the first to recover and swallowed hard, "Now that we've found the person possessed by the demon, I think there's no need to search any further. Do you have any objections?"

After Wang Maoshu's death, Ling Sangrou was the person with the highest cultivation here, and she was also a disciple of Taiyan. Even she said so, so of course the other two had no objection.

Besides, they don’t dare.

Ling Sangrou is the only one who has a clue about Shi Yu's origins. The person that Third Uncle is looking for is certainly not an ordinary person.

But judging by the way he acts, he doesn't seem like a descendant of a famous family.

Yes, no matter how absurd Third Uncle is, he cannot openly let the disciples of our sect escort his beloved pet. This person must not be a member of Taiyan Sect.

I heard that there are some independent cultivators and rangers with good cultivation who will take any task as long as they are paid enough. Maybe this person is one of them.

But cultivators can sense each other's cultivation level. He is indeed at the second or third level of foundation building. He must have deliberately lowered his level before entering the secret realm to avoid arousing suspicion.

If he was just suppressed to the foundation building stage, he would have been at the foundation building stage in this secret realm. Was he so sure that he could help a low-level Qi training person pass the trial with his foundation building skills?

She was completely baffled and could only suppress her doubts for the time being: "Monsters hide during the day and come out at night. Why don't we discuss our plan for tonight, and then use the daytime to meditate and cultivate our energy."

The green-robed male cultivator hesitated for a moment, then looked at Su Xiaoyuan and said shyly, "Did you hear anything while you were on guard in the Buddhist temple last night?"

Su Xiaoyuan shook her head: "I accidentally fell asleep."

Several people looked at each other in bewilderment. To be able to sleep in the secret realm of survival, this Qi Refining Stage cultivator was really carefree.

Ling Sangrou sneered in her heart. She knew that someone would guarantee her passage, so she could rest assured.

The male cultivator in green looked at Fu Shiyu again and was about to ask something, but when he met his eyes, he was so scared that he became speechless and swallowed his words.

Ling Sangrou didn't bother to pay attention to him: "If you have no objections, let's continue with the precedent from last night and vote."

No one had any objection, so they sat by the fire and began to vote. As usual, the person with the most votes would stay in the Buddhist temple to keep watch.

But this time their thoughts were different from last night.

If the magic circle in Ms. Tao's room could be tampered with yesterday, then other meditation rooms may not be safe either. If the anti-magic circle turns into a magic-attracting circle, there will be no way to escape from inside.

It seems that the Buddhist temple is the real safe house.

But it is not possible for everyone to stay in the Buddhist hall, because the secret realm of survival will not leave obvious loopholes for them to exploit. If they are all in the Buddhist hall, then the monsters will come to the Buddhist hall to attack them.

Anyone who has had trial experience knows that in such secret realms, a "sacrifice" must be offered to ensure the safety of others.

Why did they take it for granted last night that the person left in the Buddhist temple was a "sacrifice"? Ling Sangrou thought about it for a moment and suddenly remembered that it was Fu Shiyu who said that the person chosen was going to die.

They all believed what he said and naturally chose him to stay in the Buddhist temple.

He must have known the rules of this secret realm in advance and deliberately misled them so that they could spend the night safely.

That’s right, that’s why this Hehuan girl stayed in the Buddhist temple with him.

This explains everything.

It’s a pity that this trick can only be used once. Now they all know that the Zen room is dangerous.

Ling Sangrou's mind raced as she figured out the whole thing. She said to everyone, "I've been thinking about it, and I think what happened to Daoist Fellow Tao last night might have been because we accidentally broke the rules."

Ge Heshang was surprised: "Fellow Daoist Ling, what do you mean?"

Ling Sangrou glanced at Su Xiaoyuan. "There are six meditation rooms in total. Logically, every one should be occupied, but one was left empty last night, and then Daoist Fellow Tao had an accident. I'm worried there might be a connection."

Ge Heshang: "Fellow Daoist Ling, what you said makes sense. I didn't think about it that way."

It was not until then that Su Xiaoyuan realized that the heroine was putting the blame on her.

Ge Heshang continued, "Now that Fellow Daoist Wang has left, apart from the room Fellow Daoist Tao stayed in last night, there are still five empty rooms left. We can each have one for the five of us. We don't need to vote, right?"

Ling Sangrou shook her head. "Based on my experience, there's a one-to-one correspondence between the number of people in a room. If one person is missing, there's probably one less room. Let's go take a look."

They went to the Zen room in the backyard and saw that what she said was right. The door of the Zen room where Wang Maoshu had stayed last night was closed and sealed.

"Fellow Daoist Tao's room is uninhabitable, and Fellow Daoist Wang's room is sealed off, so we still need to vote for the night watchman, given the five of us and the four rooms. To be on the safe side tonight, everyone except the night watchman must stay in the meditation room and not leave," Ling Sangrou smiled faintly. "Without further delay, let's vote."

He sat closer to Ge Heshang beside him, his eyes vaguely glancing across his talisman paper.

Ge Heshang was about to write his own name, but after asking her to take a look, he felt embarrassed to write. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and wrote Ling Sangrou's name.

He knew his limitations. Whether in cultivation, swordsmanship, or intelligence, he was far inferior to Ling Sangrou. He might as well be generous and leave a good impression on her. Perhaps they would have a chance to meet again outside the secret realm...

When Ling Sangrou saw him fall a little, a smile flashed across her eyes. She wrote her name on the talisman paper without hesitation and threw it into the fire.

Everyone else has voted as well.

In the end, Ling Sangrou got two votes, Su Xiaoyuan got zero votes, and the others got one vote each.

Su Xiaoyuan also realized that the Buddhist temple was safe, so she naturally voted for Fu Shiyu.

She was a little surprised. Fu Shiyu didn't vote for her or herself. Could it be that the extra vote was cast for Ling Sangrou? But why?

Ling Sangrou was also thinking about it. Her two votes were very clear. One was hers and the other came from Ge Heshang. So who cast the vote for Ge Heshang?

She looked at Fu Shiyu and the Hehuan woman. Which one of them was it? More importantly, why?

She was feeling uneasy and wanted to try to get more information in a roundabout way, but she saw the Hehuan woman stand up and say to Shi Yu, "Fellow Daoist Fu, you look unwell. Go to the meditation room and rest."

Fu Shiyu immediately stood up, and the two of them left the Buddhist hall one after the other.

Ling Sangrou had no choice but to put her thoughts aside and sit down to meditate and practice.

Su Xiaoyuan discussed the allocation of Zen rooms with the other two, and then went to his Zen room with Fu Shiyu.

She first took out the camping artifact from her Qiankun bag and set it up.

Fu Shiyu: "What will you do with it if you give it to me?"

Su Xiaoyuan said, "Fellow Daoist Fu has been seriously injured and his spirit house has been searched. Rest comfortably inside. I can handle it all night."

Fu Shiyu's eyes moved: "Why are you so nice to me? Just now, the man surnamed Wang wanted to search my soul palace, and you also stood in front of me."

Su Xiaoyuan was caught off guard by his question, and her tone was a little strange. She seemed touched, but not purely touched. There was also a hint of accusation, as if being nice to him was wrong.

People who have lived in seclusion for too long are bound to be withdrawn. Su Xiaoyuan said, "Isn't this what I should do? Just now, Wang Maoshu wanted to search my spiritual palace, but you diverted his attention."

"Is that all?" Fu Shiyu stared straight into her eyes.

Su Xiaoyuan made him gasp. Perhaps because he had lived in seclusion in the mountains for so many years, he didn't quite grasp the limits of interpersonal communication and lacked a sense of boundaries. Staring at people like this gave him an inhuman feeling, like some uncivilized monster, beast, or...

Her heart skipped a beat; it was hard for her not to think of Fu Tingyun in those eyes.

Thinking of her puppet, her heart felt like it was being pulled by a thin thread, causing a gentle sting.

As if because he couldn't get her answer, the man's eyes became more beast-like and aggressive.

Su Xiaoyuan quickly avoided his gaze: "Well... and Fellow Daoist Fu gives people a very friendly feeling."

Fu Shiyu's smile almost blinded her eyes.

He obviously didn't believe it: "I've always been the only one who said I was aloof, unsympathetic, and no different from an animal. Fellow Daoist Su is the first person who felt I was kind."

Su Xiaoyuan's eyes widened: "How could that be? Fellow Daoist Fu is very good."

Fu Shiyu: "Is it because I look like Su Daoyou's friend? The one that Su Daoyou mistakenly recognized when he woke up last night?"

Su Xiaoyuan had to admit: "It's a bit similar..."

"Is he the sweetheart that Fellow Daoist Su mentioned?" the man asked directly.

Su Xiaoyuan's face flushed red all the way down to her neck: "Friend Fu, ordinary friends don't usually ask this kind of question..."

"Sorry, I've crossed the line again." The man said with a serious attitude.

"It's okay..."

Before Su Xiaoyuan could finish, his gaze became scorching again: "But I think I guessed right. You blushed whenever you mentioned him."

Su Xiaoyuan: “…” He admitted his mistake quickly and well, but he just wouldn’t change.

"Are you a couple?" he continued to ask.

"Not yet, but soon..." Su Xiaoyuan said casually. She didn't want to discuss her unusual love life, so she quickly changed the subject. "By the way, you should lie down and rest for a while. How's your injury?"

"No problem." said the man.

"Oh right, it's time to change the gauze. I'll boil some water and get ready..."

Before he could finish his words, the man who had just said with certainty that he was "fine" suddenly swayed and fell forward without warning.

Su Xiaoyuan was startled and subconsciously caught him, but he was so tall and fell so quickly that she couldn't hold him up. Instead, he pushed her backwards and she fell on the bed.

Fortunately, the mattress was thick and soft, so her back didn't hurt at all after she fell. However, her chest was pressed tightly by the man, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

The man must have a fever, his body was incredibly hot, and his hot, rapid breath sprayed on her neck and earlobes. She seemed to be able to feel his violently beating heartbeat in her chest.

"Fu... Fellow Daoist Fu, what's wrong with you?" Su Xiaoyuan bent her arms with difficulty and gently pushed his chest, wanting to prop him up a little so that she could get away, but she didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting his wound. She could only prop him up carefully, little by little.

After finally getting out from under him, she was already sweating from exhaustion.

At this time, she didn't care about avoiding suspicion. She touched his forehead and found that it was so hot that you could fry an egg on it.

Could it be that the wound is infected?

Su Xiaoyuan didn't dare to turn his body over to take off his clothes, so she had to find a dagger and carefully cut open his clothes in the middle of his back, and then the layers of gauze.

Seeing the wound, she was so scared that her hand shook and she almost stabbed the scissors into his flesh.

The wound was not infected, but it was worse than an infection. In the flesh that was beginning to heal, there were strands of black things as thick as little fingers twisting and wriggling, like many tiny black snakes.

"This is……"

"Demonic energy," the man said, having woken up at some point. "Wang got lucky. The demon really took advantage of my weakness."

"Are they the two in the woods last night?"

The man pushed himself up with his arms, sat up, and looked at her calmly. "It's not some low-level monster. Last night while you were asleep, I wandered around this temple and found some interesting things. I think I accidentally got it then."

Seeing his indifferent look, Su Xiaoyuan became more and more anxious and at a loss: "What should I do?"

The man tilted his head slightly, his eyes sparkling like gorgeous gems. He seemed to find her terrified look amusing. "You can cut off my head before I turn into a monster."

As he spoke, he gestured with his fingers around his neck.

Su Xiaoyuan's scalp tingled: "How can that be possible!"

Fu Shiyu: "If you can't bring yourself to do it, you can hand me over to others and they will take care of me. If you leave me alone, I will turn into a monster tomorrow. After turning into a monster, I will be as ignorant as an animal and might even eat Fellow Daoist Su."

Su Xiaoyuan swallowed nervously: "Can the spiritual liquid cure it? I still have one bottle left, and some medicine..."

"These medicines are ineffective against demonic energy."

"There must be another way, right?"

"Do you really want to help me, Brother Su?"

"Of course!" Su Xiaoyuan said without hesitation.

The man looked at her steadily, his eyes flickering from time to time like the shimmering surface of a lake.

Su Xiaoyuan made him feel uneasy and he had a bad feeling.

"You have a sweetheart, and you're about to become a Taoist couple. It's too difficult for you," Fu Shiyu said, "Let it go."