The real daughter of the group pet is actually a Taoist boss

"What do you mean!" Someone was furious and rushed towards Mi Xun.

Before he got close to Mi Xun, a bullet hit the monk's calf, and blood spurted out.

The noise was suppressed by the gunshot.

The scene was quiet.

Only the monk who fell to the ground was left wailing.

Mi Xun held the gun and looked at them coldly, "If you go out at night, you will die. They are asking for death, they can't blame others!"

"If you don't follow the rules, you'll be like them."

She waved her hand and ordered people to carry all ten bodies out.

Mi Xun turned around and looked at the contestants with angry faces. "Of course, if you don't believe me, I can also come and collect your bodies."

After saying this, her eyes fell on Chu Luo, "Have you been out tonight?"

Chu Luo: "According to what you said, if I had been out, I should be one of the corpses now."

She didn't say whether she could go out or not. Instead, she said something different.

Mi Xun's eyes turned cold, "It's best if you don't go out. I don't want to collect your bodies again."

She took her people away, leaving all the contestants behind without paying any attention to them.

Only Nong Chan and Si Tai spoke indifferently, "Go back to sleep! As long as you listen, no one will die. Of course, if you don't listen, more people will die."

Nong Chan paid the most attention to Chu Luo, and her eyes would glance at Chu Luo from time to time.

Then many cultivators followed Chu Luo and walked into the room with her. Nong Chan winked at Si Tai and followed them.

Chu Luo walked to the door of his room and turned to look at the contestants following him, "What's the matter?"

"Master Chu, we have something to tell you."

Chu Luo thought about it, stepped aside, and everyone went in.

Nong Chan stood at the back and met Chu Luo's eyes as he closed the door.

She frowned, hoping that these people would not cause more trouble!

As soon as the door closed, someone asked, "Master Chu, don't you care?"

Chu Luo looked back at the group of contestants, "Who cares?"

"It's obvious that the Southern Province is targeting us, but Master Chu doesn't care? Ten of us died! And you just said so casually, because we went out at night?"

"What kind of stupid rule is this! Why can't we go out at night?"

"We can't contact the outside world. Even if we all die here, I guess no one outside will know."

“No wonder so few people leave Southern Province every year.”

"Master Chu, do you care?"

Chu Luo sat leisurely on the sofa. With a wave of his hand, the kettle poured water automatically and came to her lightly. She took it and took a sip.

"How to care?"

One contestant glared angrily, "Teach them a lesson! We are here to participate, not to be grandchildren."

Chu Luo: "I support you."

The contestant's expression changed. "Master Chu, do you mean, don't worry about it?"

"Of course she doesn't want to care." Another monk came out. Unlike ordinary monks, his hair was a very eye-catching rainbow color, and he was wearing fashionable brands.

Young, lively, and full of rebelliousness.

It was precisely because of his completely different outfit that he attracted a large amount of traffic from the very beginning of the competition.

Ming Zipu sneered, "If you want to survive in the South Province, you must have a statue of the god and you must worship the god. I spent a lot of money to get this information before I entered the South Province."

“Without the statue, even if she is Chu Luo, she can’t protect herself.”

"What's the point of you saying that now!" someone said impatiently, "Where is the statue? It was taken away by that guy called Mi Xun."

Ming Zipu smiled, very proud.

Everyone realized that they had all fallen on him, and their breathing became a little faster.

"You have an idol?"

Ming Zipu tilted his head and looked at everyone, nodding slightly.

"Where did you get the statue?"

"Weren't they all taken away?"

Ming Zipu: "I naturally have my own way."

He slid it, unzipped it, threw his jacket aside casually, and began to unbutton his shirt.

After all the buttons were unbuttoned one by one, he smiled at everyone and slowly turned around.

Sure enough, a group of gasps were heard.

There is a lifelike image of a god tattooed on Ming Zipu's back. The god looks solemn, with eyes half-closed, as if looking down on all living beings, yet also as if he is holding back infinite compassion.

"You...how dare you?"

Statue of God!

This is a statue of God!

Who dares to tattoo the image of a deity on his body?

Who dares to tattoo a deity on a human body?

Both the tattoo artist and the person being tattooed are too... bold!

Ming Zipu touched his tattoo with his back to the crowd and deliberately flexed his muscles. "How is it? Isn't the tattoo very good? No tattoo artist in China was willing to do it for me, so I went abroad to find a tattoo artist to do it for me."

"If you come to the Southern Province without the idol, you will definitely die."

“I feel I cannot save my life if I don’t worship the idol.”

He turned around and looked at the crowd, "If you want to live, worship this god! I don't mind worshipping you!"

Everyone has different looks.

Some stepped back.

Some looked at Ming Zipu in shock.

No one dared to speak, and no one knelt.

Only Chu Luo spoke up, "Do you know why domestic tattoo artists don't tattoo gods?"

"Of course I know! It's a taboo for tattoo artists!" Ming Zipu said nonchalantly, "After tattooing a ghost face, a good fortune will come; with Zhong Kui on your back, you will have majesty; with Buddha on your body, you will be dedicated to your career; after tattooing a god statue, the demons will go away."

“But there are many taboos about tattooing gods, and many tattoo artists are reluctant to tattoo gods.”

"But this idol of mine is different."

He moved the statue closer to the crowd and said, "Look carefully, this statue of mine strictly abides by the rules. It won't have any impact at all."

Everyone stepped back one after another, lowering their eyes and not looking at the statue.

Chu Luo: "Then do you know that each of the Xuanmen has a master, and they are all gods."

Ming Zipu: “…”

"For ordinary people, tattooing a deity on their body is fine as long as they abide by the taboos. But for monks, it is different. Can monks be one with the gods?"

Chu Luo looked at Ming Zipu who was still confused and asked, "Do you have a master to learn magic from?"

Ming Zipu frowned slightly, then sneered and put on his clothes directly, "If you don't want to worship, then don't worship. Do you have to scare me here?"

"I've had the tattoo for over a year and nothing has happened!"

"Did an accident happen suddenly now?"

He looked at everyone with disdain and left in a swagger.

All that was left in the room was looking at each other.

"This Ming Zipu is a little too bold!"

"His behavior and actions are all in the style of the New Xuanmen, so it's normal for him to be a little bold."

Someone looked at Chu Luo and said, "Since Master Chu is unwilling to stand up for us, then we should not disturb Master Chu's practice!"

When one person leaves, everyone else leaves too.

"If it's the real Master Chu, he will definitely not let it go."

"Of course! How can I dare to care about a fake one?"

Their voices were neither loud nor soft, but just enough for Chu Luo to hear.

It was also heard by Nong Chan who was standing outside.

When Nong Chan heard the word "fake", her eyes flickered.