Bai Zhi’er turned around and spoke first: "I didn’t strike too hard either, considering how quickly you pulled in just now, I imagined you would dodge that move."
When she looked closely, she realized the other person was a masked man dressed in black.
Under the mask, those eyes were sharp and deep.
The man in black chuckled: "Had I not been poisoned by their mist, I naturally wouldn’t have fallen for your move."
After speaking, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground under the table.
Bai Zhi’er saw he wasn’t pretending and went over to check his pulse.
Sure enough, he had accidentally inhaled so kind of poison carried by smoke.
It seems this underground chamber is fraught with danger.
Bai Zhi’er looked at him: "Do you fear pain?"
The man in black squinted: "Why ask such a thing?"
Bai Zhi’er didn’t waste words with him, swiftly removing one of her earrings.
Using the sharp point at the back of the earring, she directly pierced the man’s finger.
The man in black hissed imdiately.
With a few quick motions, Bai Zhi’er punctured the remaining four fingers on his hand.
The blood that oozed out carried a faint purple hue.
The man looked at this sight and knew Bai Zhi’er had saved him.
He weakly smiled, but his gaze remained cold.
"I helped you, you saved , that’s good, the lady is straightforward."
Bai Zhi’er tore a piece of his robe and wrapped up his entire hand.
She said: "We’re all here sneaking around, helping each other where we can."
With that, Bai Zhi’er intended to stand up and leave.
However, as she lifted her head, she saw behind layers of curtains were statues placed on altars.
Bai Zhi’er was taken aback.
She stepped forward, looked at the statues, and couldn’t help but feel bewildered.
Her dark and moist eyes wondered silently.
The man had sohow stood up and walked behind her.
"Why, are you surprised? Prince Li Zheng actually built so many rooms underground just to place statues."
"I have inquired, there are sixteen rooms here, each with three statues."
The man said with a cold laugh, sowhat mocking.
"Who would have thought Prince Li Zheng is secretly such a devout person."
Bai Zhi’er’s bewildernt wasn’t due to that.
It was because she recognized the statues before her.
It’s one of the Sixteen Star Lords from the Heavenly Court, Immortal Yuanqing.
In that instant, Bai Zhi’er also rembered.
Earlier in the Song Family, she saw a familiar statue in the Buddhist hall.
She hadn’t seen it clearly at the ti, but now, after seeing Star Lord Yuan Qing’s statue, Bai Zhi’er can confirm that the Song Family also worships him.
Actually, there’s nothing strange about mortals worshiping immortals.
The gods who receive incense in temple Buddhist halls; the stronger the incense, the stronger the telekinesis, the more powerful the immortals beco.
But Star Lord Yuan Qing is not a well-known immortal among mortals.
Unlike Yue Lao or the God of Wealth, who are household nas.
Rather, he is an immortal whose na has never been heard in the mortal world.
But the statue before her is carved to perfection, a likeness only soone who has seen him could achieve.
The man, seeing Bai Zhi’er dumbfounded, couldn’t help but ask: "What, stunned?"
Bai Zhi’er recovered: "I just suddenly rembered, previously, I had encountered the Bodhisattva that Prince Li Zheng and I had given to the Emperor."
"If Prince Li Zheng privately believes in gods and Buddhas so devoutly, then logically, the Guanyin he gave to the Emperor shouldn’t have had any problems."
It’s taboo and highly disrespectful for a statue to behead.
The man in black’s eyes flashed with a trace of admiration.
"It’s actually not surprising, so people seem to believe in gods, but in actuality, are rely satisfying their own greed," he said quietly and pointedly.
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