Chapter 115 Exploring the Mysteries of Northern Tibet (58)

Wei Xun, a ruthless man who had just single-handedly killed the former high priest, who would dare to oppose his request? What’s more, he claimed to have ‘heard the voice of God’.

But the problem is that he still carries the ‘sacrifice’ White Wolf King with him! Now that the White Wolf King is still there, should he be allowed to carry the White Wolf King to see the eldest prince?

But he can't be allowed to kill the White Wolf King in advance. After all, the sacrifice only accepts living sacrifices.

The other priests were in pain from being burned by Wei Xun and were too weak to say anything. Other Tibetans did not even dare to look up at Wei Xun.

"Forget it, I have to report the villain to the gods first."

Wei Xun took in all their expressions and said seriously: "No one is allowed to disturb me."

If you first make a request that is difficult to fulfill and then take a step back, few people will refuse the second request. Sure enough, when Wei Xun said this, the other priests were relieved and had no objection at all. I even felt that Wei Xun was too pious and upright and too considerate of them for not insisting on seeing the eldest prince, but reporting to the gods first.

The priests were no longer resentful of Wei Xun for burning them with divine fire, but some of them were actually a little grateful.

So Wei Xun majestically took Ding Yi to monopolize this building that was specially built for the priests to rest temporarily.

Wei Xun chose a room at random, and as soon as Wei Xun closed the door, Shi Zhuan's detention time was up. Wei Xun quickly locked the bewildered high priest in with quick eyes and hands, and then sent Lama Congchai in to have a heart-to-heart talk with him, and then he held the White Wolf King in his arms.

On the surface, he was checking on the White Wolf King, but in fact Wei Xun was checking on Ding Yi.

Just when he used parasitic wasps to control Ding Yi, Wei Xun asked him to use props to block the live broadcast. But Ding Yi's props are not as pornographic as Bing Jiu's. He can only block his live broadcast split screen, but the audience can still see Ding Yi from the perspective of Wei Xun's live broadcast room.

So when he returned to this building, Wei Xun secretly ordered Ding Yi to go back to his room without meeting him - even if they didn't meet, Wei Xun could still 'communicate' with Ding Yi. For a rebellious slave, the demon can crush the slave's soul and devour it. But Wei Xun only shattered Ding Yi's mind and turned him into a fool, but did not destroy his soul.

After all, the tour guide's soul signed a contract with the hotel, and Wei Xun didn't want to cause trouble. Ding Yi's soul is still under Wei Xun's control, and Wei Xun checks it carefully.

Ding Yi shouldn't be so stupid. Wei Xun didn't hide the contract this time. Ding Yi clearly knew that he was still alive, so he shouldn't have betrayed him in such a hurry. Moreover, Wei Xun never killed him, nor did he give Ding Yi any hint that he would definitely kill him. He shouldn't have jumped over the wall in a hurry.

Wei Xun checked it again and found something strange.

First of all, the cocoon on Ding Yi's body disappeared.

He originally had three parasitic wasp cocoons, but the first two were used up. The last one, Wei Xun, was 'hatched' by Xiao Cui. If the parasitic wasp hatched, it would be the same as the one in the body of the successor of the Eagle Flute, which was protected by Wei Xun. Just take control.

Wei Xun asked Xiaocui to track the cocoon, but found that it was already dead.

'died? ’

Wei Xun said calmly: "How did you die?"

Xiaocui said: 'I died when I encountered a powerful magic power and the magic power counteracted it'

The bee cocoon is inherently fragile. It is swallowed by Xiaocui and then 'produced'. It is a gentle erosion and will not be too damaged. But if another tyrannical magic is exerted on it in an attempt to control the cocoon, it will die under the impact.

‘Is it Taoist Feng? ’

Wei Xun's first thought related to the cocoon was the owner of the mother bee, Taoist Bee, the tour guide behind Ding Yi.

But he always felt it was more than that.

When Wei Xun was quenching Ding Yi's consciousness, he felt an invisible resistance. This kind of resistance is extremely corrosive, and feels different from the parasitic wasps and mother wasps on the hands of the Bee Taoist. It's something that's more powerful and hidden, making it impossible for people to detect it.

It is eroding Ding Yi's consciousness and quietly affecting Ding Yi's choices. If Wei Xun hadn't been reminded of the third attraction in the hotel and decisively crushed Ding Yi's mind without hesitation, I'm afraid if it eroded deeper, Wei Xun would have been discovered. A contract with Ding.

This is...are there other big tour guides involved?

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"Hahaha, hahahaha, okay, I've been discovered, I've been discovered!"

In a completely dark space, there was a half-new but not old bus parked. It had the words 'Thriller Travel Agency' painted on the side, and the blue and purple butterfly logo was a little faded. In addition to it, there are more buses, cruise ships and airplanes in the depths of darkness. Sometimes they appear quietly and then disappear, like a ghost parking lot.

All transportation was empty, except this bus. In the driver's seat sat a man in uniform. He looked like the driver, but he was several times smaller, like a primary school student, and wore a strange and tattered silver-purple cloak.

The small-sized uniform was stiff and tight around his body. The hands exposed from the cuffs were wood-colored, and the finger joints were ball-shaped, but they were very flexible in movement. He was holding two small wooden figures in his left hand and right hand respectively, shouting "bang bang fan" in his mouth, and bumping the wooden figures with his left and right hands, having a great time like a child.

When he finally got tired of playing, half of the hair of the little man on his left hand fell off, and the head of the little man on his right hand was knocked off his head.

"A female bug bang bang bang."

He casually twisted off the head of the little man on the right and swapped it with the little man on the left. He had a great time playing with it. What was shocking was that the wooden man was so small, but the painful and horrifying expression on his face was so real.

"A demon thump thump thump."

He pulled the hair off the little man again and stuck it to the face of another little man, laughing with satisfaction, and imitated the sound of gunfire mischievously:

"Hide and seek, I like hide and seek the most."

"Let me find it, let me find it, who are you?"

Suddenly he turned his head, and his horrified, puppet-like head turned 90 degrees directly, staring straight at the car door, and the sound was like the collision and squeezing of wood blocks, which sounded extremely terrifying.

"Is it you, butterfly? Is it you, is it you, is it you——"

The originally closed car door opened at some point, and a butterfly flew in. It was the size of a human head, with beautiful fluorescence. When it opened its wings, it was red like a ball of fire, and when it closed its wings, it sprinkled silver frost, which was very beautiful. It flew lightly towards the driver's seat, and the puppet in the driver's uniform grinned and opened his arms to greet it.

In an instant, the butterfly turned into a phantom, and the puppet's fingertips shot out millions of puppet silk threads that were invisible to the naked eye, and the confrontation ended in an instant.

The puppet's right arm was broken, and the butterfly dropped colorful scales on the ground. The puppet picked up the right arm with a smile and put it back in place. The butterfly fluttered towards the driver's seat, where the tour guide and ticket seller usually sat. Then the butterfly disappeared and turned into a young boy with colorful hair.

He wore a white shirt, suspenders, black leather shoes, and a silver-purple cloak, like an elegant and mysterious little prince. He was not wearing a hood, revealing his face. Even if he returned to human form, there were still black and thin butterfly antennae between his colorful hair.

The boy was holding a puppet that he had taken from Pinocchio.

"Queen? If there is a queen, it must be mine."

His voice was androgynous and very pleasant. He casually pulled off the hair stuck on the puppet's head and placed the puppet by the window, and the boy closed his eyes to rest.

"Pinocchio, come to the Butcher's Alliance or die."

"Hehe, are you inviting me to your home?"

Pinocchio's eyes were wide open, and he smiled and took off the limbs of the little man in his hand and put them back together: "Do you have fun toys at home? I want new toys."

He emphasized: "New toys, they must be fun enough new toys, otherwise I don't like to go. Your head is too strict, hehe, it's boring."

He threw away the little man, took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and showed off by leaning half of his body and putting it in front of the face of the person next to him:

"Look, this is the new toy I'm about to grab. Your toys must be more fun than mine."

The mobile phone opened Ding Yi's live broadcast room. In the live broadcast split screen, Wei Xun was wearing a dark green cloak. The dark green color matches his white hair and his skin color. The audience who didn't know the previous situation might mistake him for the tour guide.

Wei Xun was carelessly combing the white wolf king's hair, and he 'accidentally' pulled off a bunch of wolf hair. The white wolf king was so painful that he bit Wei Xun's hand, but he didn't really bite it. He just held his hand as punishment, and then used his hot body to force Wei Xun's arm to prevent Wei Xun's hand from moving again.

Wei Xun smiled at it, and then changed his hand to continue pulling the wolf hair.

The white wolf king had a lot of wolf hair, and Wei Xun didn't see any less even if he pulled out a handful. If he wasn't afraid of being too conspicuous, Wei Xun planned to shave it from head to tail with a razor.

The snow leopard is gone, but the white wolf king is still there. The same intimacy and trust, the same hair that can exorcise demons, and most importantly, the same smell, full of yang blood.

If Wei Xun only thought it was an important sacred beast that sealed the Great Demon, he probably wouldn't think too much about it. He would just think that they might be three sacred beasts in one, and they could also turn into a white antelope king or something like that.

But the problem is that he knows that this snow leopard is raised by An Xuefeng.

Wei Xun is too lazy to think about whether the White Wolf King has seen him eating monsters in the assessment task. The audience can't see it because of the thick fog, but if the White Wolf King is intentional, it is impossible for him not to find it. Anyway, even if the other party asks Wei Xun about it in the future, he will have a perfunctory excuse.

But he estimates that he will probably have PTSD of white-haired animals in the future. Seeing that this animal is white-haired, he suspects that it is An Xuefeng's pet.

The snow leopard can turn into a white wolf, who knows if it can turn into something else?

At this time, the wrong lama suddenly appeared. He is stronger than the high priest and will come out two minutes earlier.

Wei Xun asked, "How is it?"

"The demon seed cannot be removed, otherwise the big devil will find out."

Cuocha Lama said seriously, but his expression was a little more relaxed than before: "Wrap the demon seed with dark magic fire and isolate it, Yangjin can roughly regain his sanity."

"It's okay to let him out?"

"In a short time, no problem."

Wei Xun nodded, and sure enough, two minutes later, when the high priest Yangjin came out again, he did not seal him in the stone bricks again. The first thing the high priest did when he came out was to pay great respect to Wei Xun.

"High priest, the situation is critical now, let's make it short."

Wei Xun held him up and asked directly: "What is this sacrifice, how did you get the demon seed planted in you? How did they rush here from all over the world?"

"This started half a month ago."

The high priest knew everything, and his face was still a little ugly, because he was bewitched and controlled by the devil and thought it was a god. But Cuocha Lama persuaded him to calm down, and the high priest Yangjin did not go out and fight with the big devil immediately.

"A month and a half ago, we both started having the same dream every night."