MTL - Salted Fish Zombie-Chapter 69 flower slave

Ning Su tore a chicken leg and chewed it slowly in his mouth.

He thought with a happy face, he really did not raise two ghost children for nothing, and when they grow up, he can be a more salty little old man.

The saint doesn't let the flower attendants eat meat, but usually she's not around, and these people in white don't care about them.

While Ning Su was eating roast chicken, the man in white was cleaning the main hall.

After one night, the main hall was horrible, with all kinds of sticky liquid and blood splashed everywhere.

The partitions had to be wiped clean, the bedding had to be changed, and the dead bodies had to be carried away.

During the torment of the holy flower last night, three flower attendants failed to survive and died.

Most of the flower attendants who were tortured all night were still asleep, only a few were awake.

When the man in white was cleaning up the liquid beside a flower attendant's bed, the flower attendant lay on the bed, stretched out his hand to grab it, and said in a hoarse and dry voice, "No, please, don't take it away."

Blood streaks were mixed in the sticky liquid.

The flower attendant's face was pale, and his veins were silver, the light color of silver could not suppress the blood color, and the color of his veins meant that there was no blood in his veins.

This importance cannot be felt when the blood is well in the body.

When the blood that can represent life is slowly draining, and there is not much blood left in the blood vessels, the cherishment of every drop of blood is close to panic.

The bony hand with protruding blood vessels was stiffly in the snot-like silver liquid, trying to catch the long streak of blood.

Ning Su thought of Brother Huafeng's hand.

A personable flower attendant, the obsession after death is blood, no matter what he wants to feel the existence of blood, without blood, he will be crazily destroyed, and if he feels blood, he will be quiet.

Ning Su was about to take a look at Huafeng to the left, when Zhu Shuangshuang brought three thin blankets from the storage room, first covered Huafeng on the left, and gave him another bed.

"Susu, are you okay?"

Her face was pale, and there were obvious red bloodshots in her eyes, and the not-so-serious dark circles also appeared.

Thinking back to last night, it was not easy for Su Xiangsheng.

Fang Qi said that the first night was very dangerous and painful.

Ning Su said, "I'm fine, and it doesn't hurt much, so don't worry."

Seeing how painful Su Xiangsheng was all night last night, Zhu Shuangshuang didn't think he didn't hurt very much, she just thought that Ning Su didn't want her to worry.

She said "um", and covered Su Xiangsheng with the thin blanket in her hand, and sat haggardly by the partition and looked at Su Xiangsheng.

After being carried down, Su Xiangsheng and Huafeng, who had spent the whole night physically and mentally, fell asleep again.

Not long after, Fang Qi woke up.

Ning Su asked him, "Where did the holy flower grow?"

Fang Qi opened his wide sleeves, pressed his ring finger on his arm, "Here."

Yesterday at the junction of the arm and shoulder, after a whole night of active growth, it has spread to the upper arm.

Ning Su let out a "huh" and grew quite fast.

He glanced at the two girls that Fang Qi said were the representatives of the best flower attendants here, and they had grown to their wrists and necks.

I don't know how long it will take to be successful.

Ning Su lowered his head and took another bite of the roast chicken. At this moment, he heard the "squeak" sound of the heavy black door opening. He looked towards the door while chewing on the tender chicken thigh.

It was the patriarch of Haobei's family who brought the flower servant of Haobei's family here.

As the day of the Flower God Sacrifice is getting closer, all major families send flower servants to the Flower God Temple to serve the sacred flowers.

Haobei's family has sent in a pair of flower attendants, namely Meng Linjia and his boyfriend, who have already failed and brought out the Flower Temple.

Today is the few remaining flower attendants, Jia Chensheng and the four original world flower attendants.

When they came in, they were very nervous like the flower attendants at Ye Nan's house yesterday.

Seeing Ning Su who was sitting by the bed eating roast chicken, the tension was relieved a lot.

When passing by, Jia Chensheng opened his mouth and asked him silently: "How is it?"

Ning Su reached out and gave him a graceful "ok".

They saw Su Xiangsheng who was sleeping late on the bed, and Ning Changfeng and Zhu Shuangshuang who were standing on the side intact, and they really thought it was ok.

After Ning Su finished eating the roast chicken, Ning Changfeng went to throw out the trash for him and found a wet towel to wipe his hands.

The other two players in their yard took the opportunity to walk to Ning Su's bed.

One of them had told Ning Su his name last night, Leng Chang.

Leng Chang first introduced the people around him, "This is my companion, Dong Xilai."

Seeing that they were silent, Ning Su said first: "Are you from the Yongming Society?"

"yes."

Ning Su: "Did the Gu mother send you here?"

"…yes."

Ning Su let out a "huh", he guessed it when he saw Leng Chang's hand last night.

Shi Tianshu told him that the voodoo had planted a love voodoo on him, and the two people connected by the voodoo were just like a player and a ghost friend.

The difference is that there is friendship and family affection between players and ghost friends, while love Gu creates love.

At the beginning, Ning Su was still thinking, how can the Gu mother rest assured that he entered the fifth-level dungeon alone, he should not be so powerful in the Gu mother's heart, the Gu mother is not afraid that if he dies in the dungeon, he will also die outside.

It turned out that someone was sent to protect him.

Ning Su: "How many are there?"

Leng Chang: "Five, two of them have been confirmed as sacrifices."

He said: "Soon at noon, the two of us will be taken upstairs by the saintess. Our lives and deaths are uncertain. The copy is coming to an end. Let's get to know you. You can tell us anytime you need."

At noon yesterday, the saint only had time to call three groups up. They haven't transplanted the holy flowers yet, so they should be the first group at noon today.

Gu Po asked them to protect Ning Su, originally they thought this beautiful and dull boy was a stupid beauty, so they protected him according to their method.

Slowly and secretly observing, they discovered that this young man was no worse than them at all.

The danger of this dungeon was gradually revealed, and it was about to enter the critical end. They decided to simply let Ning Su use them wherever he could get them.

Leng Chang told him the truth: "You're welcome, we can't live if you die, our only mission in this instance is to protect you."

Ning Su thought again of the Gu worms wriggling under his nails.

He asked: "Do you know why Gu Po asked you to protect me?"

The two hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ning Su: "The love gu is really so powerful, can it really make me fall in love?"

Leng Chang smiled helplessly, "Grandma Gu can control our lives with any Gu worm. You have her most precious and powerful love Gu in your body. It's too easy for you to fall in love with someone."

Ning Su let out a "huh", "But it has rebelled, so how will it work?"

"What?"

The two were about to ask him, when they saw Ning Changfeng walking over, they were obviously afraid of Ning Changfeng, and left immediately.

"What are they here for?" Ning Changfeng asked.

Ning Su: "They are about to transplant the holy flowers, and explain what will happen next."

Ning Changfeng put a wet towel in his hand and wiped his hands, "I think now, it's okay if I transplant the holy flowers earlier, and you will take care of me when I'm lying on the bed."

Ning Su said "So that's your plan", he thought about it seriously, "Just think about it."

Ning Changfeng: "..."

At noon, the ceremony ended, and the saint began her "lunch break".

After she entered the door, she went to Ning Su first, and said to the man in white, "Keep an eye on him, and if his holy flower becomes abnormal, kill him immediately."

Ning Changfeng's face was very ugly, he snorted, "What is abnormal, I don't think the sacred flowers in the Flower Temple are normal."

His disrespect for the Flower Temple and the Holy Flower is palpable.

The saint glanced at him, then turned to Ning Su and said, "Yesterday the statue shook, and the Flower Temple said to the public that it was the manifestation of the Flower God. Don't really think that's the case."

"There is another possibility that the Flower God was furious. As for the reason for the anger, according to the time, it is speculated that when the monster was implanted into your body, the monster entered the Flower Attendant's body and was offered by the Flower Attendant. Can the Flower God not be angry?"

The boy looked at her quietly with a slightly stagnant face, "Oh."

Saintess: "..."

The saint was blocked by his calmness and stagnation, fell silent for two seconds, and went upstairs.

Huafeng on the left knocked on the partition, slowly moved to the end of the bed, and said to Ning Su: "The holy girl lived in the same room with my brother, and she transplanted the holy flower for my brother."

Several players were taken aback.

Fang Qi supported the edge of the bed and walked over with difficulty.

Su Xiangsheng also moved to the end of the bed, and looked over with Zhu Shuangshuang.

Fang Qi asked: "What do you mean? The saint is also a flower attendant?"

He had never lived in the courtyard with them, and he didn't know how the major families allocated accommodation.

Hua Feng nodded, "She and her brother are both the first generation of flower servants."

What Zhu Shuangshuang is concerned about is: "Does the first flower attendant live together with a good relationship like us?"

Huafeng doesn't know.

Su Xiangsheng said: "It is possible that the first generation of flower attendants was like this at that time, and there is another possibility that the first generation of flower attendants was not like this. It is from their experience that the future flower attendants who have a good relationship can live together."

Several players were lost in thought.

Ning Changfeng frowned and said, "The holy flower of Huafeng, the saint said it was a polluted flower, so it cannot be taken care of, but the saint actually transplanted it for Huafeng."

This kind of double-standard behavior is indeed strange and worth thinking about.

Ning Su said, "That's Brother Huafeng's hand."

Perhaps, this is the point.

The saintess lives with brother Huafeng, so their relationship must be more than just acquaintance.

Compared with other flower attendants, either their relationship is better, or, with a slightly smaller probability, their relationship is not so good.

It's not uncommon for roommates to get along unpleasantly.

If she had a good relationship with brother Huafeng, what would Huafeng want to do by transplanting the polluted holy flowers?

If she had a bad relationship with brother Huafeng, and transplanted the polluted holy flower to his brother, it should be revenge.

Zhu Shuangshuang said: "I feel that the Holy Maiden should have a good relationship with Brother Huafeng."

Su Xiangsheng said: "From the fact that we are all living together with a good relationship, it is more likely that they have a good relationship."

Ning Su looked at Huafeng.

Huafeng shook his head, "I don't know, before my brother entered the Flower Temple, I probably didn't meet the saint a few times."

"However," he said, "I feel that their relationship should not be bad."

That said, the relationship should be fine.

Then why did she transplant the polluted holy flower to Huafeng?

According to what Ye Nanwang said, and what the saint said at the beginning, isn't this meaningless and dangerous thing?

no.

If they're on good terms, there must be something good about it.

Zhu Shuangshuang said: "Is there a possibility that the saint, like Huafeng, wants Brother Huafeng to feel the blood? Want to raise him alone?"

It is possible.

Ning Su and Ning Changfeng didn't speak. When they raised their eyes, they found that the other party was looking at them.

The men in white began to call the people in the black house to go upstairs. Ning Su saw Jia Chensheng on the stairs looking at him, opened his mouth and said something to them silently, and made an OK sign with his hands.

"Is it ok?"

Ning Su gave him an ok gesture again.

"OK."

The gesture was especially beautiful with his long, knuckle fingers, especially when placed next to his face.

Jia Chensheng and his companions breathed a sigh of relief.

They were very nervous when they first entered the Temple of Flowers. It was Ning Su's "ok" that made them slightly relieved, but then they saw those flower attendants who were described as weird and terrifying. The more they thought about it in the dark room, the more terrifying they became, and they were called upstairs , the tension reaches its peak.

At this time, Ning Su gave them another "ok" gesture, which made them greatly relieved.

Then, they heard the explanation of the saint.

"..."

You call this ok?

It was time to transplant the sacred flowers again, and the hall became much quieter.

After Su Xiangsheng and Huafeng lay back down, Ning Changfeng thought about Ning Su's performance just now, and asked him, "Do you know the way to meet God?"

Ning Su asked back, "What about you?"

Neither of them spoke.

Ning Su asked again: "Aren't you a devout follower of the Flower God? Why did you talk to the saint like that just now? You also disrespect the holy flower."

Ning Changfeng sneered, looking like "I don't believe in him anymore".

Belief in the flower **** is one of the conditions for meeting the flower god.

He didn't know why, but he obviously didn't want to believe in the God of Flowers anymore, so he gave up seeing God.

The main task is to meet God or find a way to meet God, choose one of the two.

Ning Su knew, he knew the way to meet God.

Now that you know the way to meet God, why don't you submit the answer and leave the dungeon?

Ning Su: "I am a devout follower of the Flower God. You are not allowed to be disrespectful to the Flower God in front of me, and you are not allowed to speak ill of the Holy Flower."

Ning Changfeng: "..."

Ning Su crawled to the end of the bed, pointed his head at Huafeng and said, "Let's persevere together, Huafeng, you must persevere."

Huafeng showed a pale but firm smile, "Yes! Ning Su, I am very happy and satisfied now."

He covered his heart and said, "The most reassuring moment in the past five years."

Ning Su also covered his heart, and showed a bright and clean smile, "When you say that, I also feel very happy and at ease."

Looking at the pale and clean smiles of the two teenagers, Ning Changfeng felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

That dead hand belongs to Brother Huafeng, who is a successful flower attendant whose name is left on the Flower God Temple.

What happened to him.

It can be deduced from what we saw last night.

At first, the blood was sucked dry by the holy flower, and in the end, the body may become the fertilizer of the holy flower.

They must all know the ending.

Even so, they are still so determined and happy.

Ning Changfeng thought, he really doesn't have faith, even if he splits his consciousness into more parts, it's useless.

At the same time, he was very curious about why Ning Su believed in the God of Flowers so devoutly and firmly.

Why, knowing the ending of the flower fertilizer, you have to grow this holy flower.

Transplanting sacred flowers may feel like a long process, but it actually happens very quickly.

At noon that day, Leng Chang transplanted the holy flower on Dong Xilai's heart, and Jia Chensheng transplanted the holy flower on his heart.

It was all within Ning Su's expectation.

Before the saint came out, Ning Su ran away.

A devout believer, Ning Su, must go to worship activities every day.

They didn't let him participate, so he ran to the idol and worshiped beside the god.

Yesterday he was weak and only focused on running towards the statue. Today he is much better and has the energy to take a look at other parts of the temple.

The Flower Temple is nine stories high, and the highest and largest floor is the first floor, where there are only tall statues.

There was a familiar black swamp smell on the second floor. Ning Su glanced through the crack of the door and saw the familiar black swamp rotting soil, where some spare holy flowers were grown.

People like Fang Qi who don't belong to major families and are directly sent to the Flower Temple by the owner of Huanu, have the sacred flowers transplanted in their bodies.

The third floor is the main hall where many flower attendants are located.

On the fourth floor are the three houses where they transplanted the holy flowers, and the three tea rooms.

The Temple of Flowers is in the shape of a pyramid, and the higher the floor, the smaller the floor. Ning Su guessed that going up should be the place where the man in white and the saint lived.

Thinking of the secret passage of Ye Nan's house, there might be some VIP room up there.

After seeing the second floor, Ning Su went down to climb the statue.

Ning Su was extremely tired yesterday afternoon, and fell asleep on the palm of the statue. Today he lay on the palm of the statue, staring at the face of the statue without blinking.

The hymn of God sounded below, and he opened his mouth proficiently and sang along.

The juvenile peach blossoms were clear and beautiful, with bright light shining inside, watching the face of the **** intently, not far from his ears, singing his praises with a clear and pleasant voice.

"God, you are the supreme **** in my heart and the only true love in my heart."

"God, I am willing to offer my beating heart and paint your face with blood."

The dark statue remained silent forever, its eyes drooping in nowhere.

The young man's clear voice became deeper and deeper, and the young man's voice became deep and the most moving.

The boy's eyes became more and more focused, and when they gathered at one point, they condensed heat just like light gathering.

His thin and slender fingers touched his heart, and his pale fingers sank into the deep black brocade robe, pressing on the heart became hotter and hotter, with a feeling of pain.

There is something vibrating in the heart, a vibration that a human heart cannot reach.

At the same time, he felt that the palm of the **** statue under him became more and more stiff.

Ning Su slowly closed his lips, stopped singing, and just quietly looked up at the face of the god.

The hymns outside were still being sent into the hall, but it suddenly became very quiet here.

Ning Su felt that his heart was getting hotter and hotter, and the blood passing through his heart was hot, accompanied by throbbing pain.

The crimson eyes of the statue are flowing for some reason.

Ning Su just watched, and didn't sing or make a sound.

As soon as the worship was over, he jumped down quickly.

The black hem of the clothes slipped between the fingers of the statue, and it followed the statue all the way down, getting farther and farther away, and soon the boy's figure disappeared into the dark corridor.

Tens of thousands of believers were praying sincerely, and the ears of the statue moved slightly, and it was unknown how many heard it.

After Ning Su went back, he lay down on the bed and pressed his hands to his heart to feel the Ling Xiaohua inside.

He didn't sit up until Ning Changfeng brought him a big roasted leg of lamb. With the roasted leg of lamb, he didn't think about anything else.

Ning Changfeng asked him, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

Ning Su: "I'm going to worship the Flower God."

Ning Changfeng: "..."

"The holy flower will be active at night, why are you going to worship, you should have a good rest and store energy."

Hearing the word "active", Ning Su stopped eating for a while.

"Yes, how to be active?"

Didn't they all see it last night?

Ning Changfeng thought that what he was asking was that he didn't know how active he would be on the first night after transplantation, so he asked Fang Qi, "Will the holy flower grow from the body on the first night?"

"meeting."

Several people were taken aback.

I didn't expect such an affirmative answer.

Su Xiangsheng swallowed, "They just germinated in my heart, will they grow out?"

Fang Qi said: "When they are most active, they have to extend at least two or three meters. How tall can a person be?"

Su Xiangsheng's face turned pale.

He hadn't experienced it yet, so he couldn't imagine how horrible and painful it was.

Huafeng lay at the end of the bed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ning Su looked at him while gnawing on the leg of lamb.

In this weird world, blood and rancidity are everywhere, but there are also places to look forward to.

Huafeng's elder brother, the amazingly talented man in Huafeng's mouth, became a respected flower attendant, using his body to serve the holy flower, and finally he became the fertilizer of the holy flower, rotting in the black marsh, leaving only A dead hand that rots all the time.

Later, his younger brother followed him to become a new generation of Flower Attendant, and as a holy flower, he was taken care of by his younger brother with his body.

I don't know what the ending will be.

After Ning Su finished eating the roast leg of lamb, it was getting dark.

He's going to get out of bed and go to the bathroom to wash up.

Thinking of Ning Changfeng, who Ning Su had to straighten his clothes and hair when transplanting the holy flower: "..."

Has faith reached this level?

Those who didn't know thought they were going on a date.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the dark night enveloped the entire Furen County.

The dim candlelight in the main hall trembled and could only illuminate a small area of ​​the world, and more flower attendants were shrouded in darkness.

At the beginning there was chatting sound, but slowly, at some point, the chatting sound disappeared automatically.

In the quiet hall, only the sound of heartbeats could be heard, coming from hundreds of flower attendants who were getting nervous.

The sounds of heartbeats were strangely synchronized together.

For them, the sound of a heartbeat is a contradictory existence.

Their heartbeats are much louder and deeper than normal people's.

This indicates that something is about to wake up, and it's not just themselves who cause this loud heartbeat.

They hated the heavy heartbeat, and were afraid that one night, they would lose the heartbeat forever if they didn't make it through.

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang—"

Ning Su suddenly covered his heart, his body trembled.

Zhu Shuangshuang's exclamation came from the next door: "Little Taoist, hold back!"

As if it had kicked off the prelude, the main hall began to sound one after another with painful cries and screams.

Ning Changfeng nervously put Ning Su down on the bed, his voice was tight and dry, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

Just after asking, he said again: "Don't answer me, save your energy."

Actually it doesn't hurt much.

It may be that Ning Su's insensitivity to pain is relatively high, he can feel his heart throbbing, and something is sprouting inside, but he doesn't feel that much pain.

Tolerable at least.

Some pain is bearable, and it's worth it knowing that the pain has a desired reward.

The screams in the main hall were even more horrific than last night, bursting into the black silk night through the small windows.

If someone was outside the Flower God Temple at this time and heard the voices inside, they would definitely not think it was a temple, but would guess which floor of the eighteen layers of **** it was, and what sinful people were suffering the punishment of hell.

Ning Su lay quietly on the bed, his face became paler and his breathing became slower and heavier.

He gasped heavily, feeling the bulge of blood vessels in his body.

He saw the blue holy flower in Fang Qi's body rushing out from under the nails again, dripping red and blue liquid.

He heard the sound of Su Xiangsheng hitting the bed, and Zhu Shuangshuang's trembling comforting voice.

He heard Huafeng fall off the bed.

Not long after, a hand stretched out from the bottom of the bed, its bony fingers gripped the edge of the bed, and a nail protruded from under the nail of that middle finger, as if one hand was holding down the other.

"elder brother…"

Ning Su closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

"Boom—"

The Temple of Flowers trembled.

Accompanied by heavy breathing, Ning Su heard an increasingly violent heartbeat, so fast that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

The scalding blood surged and boiled, and the blood vessels bulged and spread layer by layer, carrying a scorching temperature.

From the heart to the chest, to the collarbone, to the shoulders, to the arms, to the wrists, to the fingers, straight to the fingertips.

Ning Su suddenly opened his eyes wide.

A blood flower with four petals quietly bloomed at his fingertips.