Chapter 104

Before Jiangcheng could react, the paper figure was snatched away by Monk Huicong and stuffed into his mouth. He chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

Even after swallowing the paper figure, Huicong still wore that silly grin, smiling憨憨 at the two of them. Then, he squatted down, and under the watchful eyes of Jiangcheng and Fatty, he mysteriously pulled out a few more paper figures from his tattered sleeve.

Similar to the previous ones, except this time there were only seven left.

"Quick, you… you quick!" Monk Huicong gestured at the paper figures, his unusually clear eyes filled with strange anticipation.

Fatty couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. Just like last time, Huicong was asking them to pick one from the remaining paper figures, but the last time, the chosen young man had died for real!

The reason for this was still unclear, but it was definitely directly related to Monk Huicong!

Jiangcheng pondered for a moment, then nodded at Monk Huicong with a smile. "Master Huicong, these are all your treasures. Can we… can we not?"

Hearing this, Monk Huicong looked horrified, then shook his head violently, saying in a frightened and stuttering voice, "No, can't…"

"Why not?" Jiangcheng pressed further, pushing his advantage.

Now Monk Huicong seemed about to cry, scratching his ears and cheeks, finally forcing out a few words, "Not allow, he not allow…"

"Who? Who doesn't allow it?"

Jiangcheng knew he had hit a key point. This Monk Huicong was just a breakthrough. The real key was hidden behind him, as well as that Guan Yu ghost. If the Guan Yu ghost hadn't appeared to save him, Huicong would probably have been beaten to death. There must be some unspeakable connection between the two.

Monk Huicong shook his head violently, tears and snot streaming down his face, while covering his ears with both hands, crying out in pain, "Don't… don't force me, don't force me!"

Worried that the shouting would attract others, Jiangcheng immediately tried to comfort him, but Huicong didn't take Jiangcheng's words at all, until Fatty stepped forward and held Huicong's shoulders. A magical scene happened: the gradually out-of-control Huicong actually calmed down slowly, and his movements weren't as resistant as before.

"Master Huicong, it's okay, it's okay. My brother is a good person, he wants to help you. I know you've suffered a lot, everything will be alright." Fatty looked sincerely into Huicong's eyes.

Time was pressing. Jiangcheng was still worried about the situation of Yao Shunyu and Li Bai, so after receiving an affirmative look from Fatty, Jiangcheng continued to ask, but this time he changed his approach. "Master Huicong, don't worry, I won't ask you that person's name. How about this, let's play a game. I'll guess that person's name, and you nod or shake your head, okay?"

Huicong thought for a long time, and finally, encouraged by Fatty, nodded reluctantly.

"That person… is the abbot of this temple?" The first person Jiangcheng thought of was the never-before-seen abbot of Chijie Temple. After all, Huide and the others had said that it was the abbot who told them to take care of Junior Brother Huicong.

Monk Huicong shook his head.

Jiangcheng was a little surprised, but continued to probe, "Then it must be Master Huide."

Monk Huicong still shook his head.

"Is it Huiming?" Jiangcheng thought of the mole-faced monk who whipped him.

Unexpectedly, Monk Huicong still shook his head.

Not the abbot, not Huide, not Huiming, Jiangcheng didn't know anyone else in the temple besides these few. After a moment of silence, he suddenly had an idea, and drew a circle around the seven paper figures on the ground. "Could it be among these seven people?"

Seeing Monk Huicong still shaking his head, Jiangcheng was relieved. He was most worried about overlooking the obvious, but who would have thought that Monk Huicong would stare straight at him, and after a moment, stutter, "No, not… not 7, is… is 5."

Now not only Fatty was dumbfounded, but even Jiangcheng was confused. After Fatty reacted, he recounted the paper figures. "That's not right, Master Huicong, there are clearly seven people here!"

"Not… not 7, is 5, is 5!" Monk Huicong said breathlessly.

Fatty's heart skipped a beat. He thought, *Damn it, could it be that two ghosts have mixed in? There are two ghosts among those seven people!!*

Jiangcheng was the first to calm down. He patted Fatty's arm, telling him to be mindful of his emotions, so as not to scare Huicong. Then, with a calm expression, he asked, "Master Huicong, how many of us came in total?"

"10 people." This time Huicong answered very decisively.

Fatty was completely lost, feeling like his brain was about to burn. If there were two ghosts among the seven people, then the total number of people who came should be eight, including the young man who died.

After thinking for a moment, Jiangcheng reached out and pointed to himself and Fatty. "How many of us came?"

"4… 4 people." Monk Huicong spoke clearly.

Fatty: "!!!"

What followed the confusion was extreme panic. How could it be four people? There… there were clearly only him and the doctor here!

Fatty looked around, there wasn't even a ghost shadow nearby, let alone a person.

But this time, Jiangcheng seemed to understand a little. He pointed to the paper figures on the ground again, then pointed to himself and Fatty. "Master Huicong, do you mean that the people here are divided into two parts, one part is 4 people, and the other part is 5 people, can I understand it that way?"

Monk Huicong nodded his big head vigorously.

"Very good." Jiangcheng nodded with a smile. "That is to say, me, and this friend of mine, we two and two of these seven people are the same kind of people, right?"

This time, Monk Huicong hesitated slightly, but finally nodded.

Jiangcheng took a deep breath. He recalled one thing: as early as yesterday during the meal in the dining hall, Monk Huicong had brought two extra bowls of porridge. Now it seemed that the two extra bowls were prepared for those two of his kind.

Having figured this out, Jiangcheng couldn't help but look at Monk Huicong with more appreciation. Huicong's ability was quite amazing, similar to Su An, possessing a certain talent for seeing the essence of things.

Monk Huicong seemed to be getting a little impatient, and began gesturing at them. Jiangcheng understood that he wanted them to quickly choose the paper figures.

Thinking of the two of his kind hidden among the "benefactors," Jiangcheng roughly understood the rules and purpose of the paper figure selection game. "You want us to pick out those two of our kind, right? Because they are preparing to harm us, so we have to pick them out and let Guan Yu kill them."

This time Monk Huicong didn't react at all, just kept urging them to choose quickly. Jiangcheng smiled when he saw this. This kind of lottery game was practically a free pass for them, who had Fatty.

"Fatty, ferret out those two bastards!"