Chapter 408： Buddhism (15)

There was a creak.

It was the sound of the door being pushed open.

Da Da's footsteps gradually faded away, Fan Xiu and Fu Yue looked at each other subconsciously, and both saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

Obviously, both of them knew about this strange thing in this small town.

That's why I wonder why some people don't close their doors at night.

When the ghost was gone, Fan Xiu let go of the hand covering Fu Yue's lips.

"Why is the holy monk here?"

Fu Yue asked first.

The monk in Xueyi glanced down at her, and gathered his sleeves, "My name is Fanxiu."

He seems to be uncomfortable with the name Saint Monk.

Fu Yue yelled to him in good faith.

"Then do you know what's going on?" The girl puffed up at the place where the ghost just walked, and complained: "I don't know why my spiritual power is gone..."

Fanxiu looked down and said lightly.

"My spiritual power is gone."

Fu Yue: "??"

Fanxiu glanced at her lightly, turned and left, and after walking two steps, he found that Fu Yue hadn't followed. Only then did he pause again and turn his head in confusion.

Lift up the snow-colored sleeves.

The monk lightly opened his lips, "Come here, follow."

Fanxiu meant to let Fu Yue pull his sleeve.

Fu Yue was not hypocritical either.

One step forward, he raised his hand to pinch Fan Xiu's sleeves and looked at the back of the other person's upright and loose back, his eyes were a little tranced, and he said silently in his heart.

This person and Jun Heng are really like...

She pulled La Vatican's sleeve, and whispered, "Hey, Vatican, aren't you the most pitiful? The ghost has gone to the family's house just now, so you are not worried at all, and you did not save half of it. What do you mean?"

What she said was not ironic of Brahma.

Fu Yue was really puzzled.

The other party's footsteps stopped, and he hesitated for a while before he said: "This small city should not be the real world, and these people are not real. We are trapped in the illusion, so we can't use our spiritual power."

Because everything is fake, there is no need to save it.

Sanskrit's tone was quite calm.

Hearing this, Fu Yue's hair was about to stand up. How smart she is, she guessed it almost instantly, "So, in this world, is that ghost a real ghost?"

Fan Xiu nodded slowly.

Fu Yue's heart was broken into scum.

She was still a little unwilling to give up, and continued to ask: "Then if we are caught by that ghost, will we die?"

Fanxiu shook his head.

Hope ignited in Fu Yue's eyes.

However, the other party's next sentence completely shattered her heart into scum, and she couldn't fight it together, "I don't know."

The night fog hits, and the night is a bit cool. The sky is not pure black, but an endless deep blue is revealed from the black, which is heavily smeared on the sky and stretched out to the distance.

There are almost no stars in the night sky.

This atmosphere is really scary.

Fu Yue's heart was lifted up, and she tightened the sleeves of Fanxiu, occasionally something flashed behind her, and a dark shadow flashed very quickly.

The coolness came from behind.

Fu Yue drilled into Fanxiu's arms fiercely, stretched out his hand to hug his waist, and buried his head in the man's chest. The small body was trembling, almost a few words squeezed out of his teeth. .

"Brahma, I am afraid."

The Xueyi monk's body was obviously stiff.

He had never had such close contact with a girl, even if she was a demon, but she was also a real girl.