"Then I need to go say hello."
Tan Wenbin waded through the blood and stepped forward.
Li Zhiyuan: "Ah You, go with him and protect him."
"Understood!"
Tan Wenbin climbed up the Buddha head. Those two Buddha eyes were like waterfalls, impossible to enter through. In the end, he had to stick his head into the nostril of the Buddha head.
Lin Shuyou saw this, and mimicking Brother Bin, squeezed himself into the other nostril.
The nostrils were now full.
Inside wasn't dark; something was glowing, rippling with light, gleaming with blood.
Tan Wenbin turned his head to check, and finally saw a shadow curled up in the corner, a constant rustling sound coming from there, as if muttering to itself.
"Bodhisattva is not a Bodhisattva... Bodhisattva is indeed a Bodhisattva... Bodhisattva is not a Bodhisattva..."
Tan Wenbin: "Brother, want a cigarette?"
The voice stopped, and the figure turned around, revealing its face.
