Before Jiang Cheng could react, Monk Huicong snatched the Paper Figure away, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed it.
After swallowing the Paper Figure, Monk Huicong still wore that same foolish look. He grinned at the two of them, then crouched down and, under Jiang Cheng and the Fatty's watchful eyes, mysteriously pulled several more Paper Figures from his tattered sleeve.
They were similar to the ones from last time, except there were only seven of them now.
"Quick, you... you hurry!" Monk Huicong gestured at the Paper Figures, his unusually clear eyes filled with strange anticipation.
The Fatty couldn't help feeling a chill run down his back. Just like last time, Monk Huicong was asking them to choose one of the remaining Paper Figures. But the young man chosen last time had genuinely died!
They still didn't know what was behind it, but it definitely had something to do with Monk Huicong!
Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded at Monk Huicong. "Master Huicong, these are all your treasures. Could we perhaps not take any?"
At this, Monk Huicong looked alarmed and shook his head vigorously. In a frightened, stammering voice, he said, "N-no, you can't..."
"Why not?" Jiang Cheng pressed, pushing his luck.
Monk Huicong looked as though he were about to burst into tears. He scratched at his head, struggling, before finally forcing out a few words. "He won't let me..."
"Who? Who won't let you?"
Jiang Cheng knew he'd found the key point. Monk Huicong was merely a breakthrough; the truly important thing was hidden behind him. And then there was that ghost of Lord Guan. If it hadn't appeared to save him, Monk Huicong would probably have been beaten to death. There had to be some unspoken