I Devour Deities

Lin Baici immediately sensed the change in Jin Mo and had intended to stop chanting, but he promptly raised his voice instead.

"Grandpa?"

Jin Yingzhen's face lit up with joy as she squatted back down, grasping Jin Mo's hand, which was as withered as a dead branch.

"Ho..."

It seemed as though there was phlegm stuck in Jin Mo's throat, or perhaps he was too weak to make a sound. His once sharp gaze also dimmed.

"Grandpa!"

Jin Yingzhen anxiously asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Seeing that her grandfather couldn't respond, Jin Yingzhen turned her head to Lin Baici, "Oppa, can you think of something?"

Although Jin Mo was generally indifferent to Jin Yingzhen, he was very kind to Jin Enxi, and the comfortable life that the Korean girl now enjoyed was all thanks to him.

Therefore, the Korean girl was grateful and would definitely strive to find a cure for Jin Mo if there was a chance.

Lin Baici remained silent; he wasn't a doctor, and the fact that his chanting had improved Jin Mo's condition was like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse. However, seeing the Korean girl's eyes filled with hope as if looking at a savior, Lin Baici decided to give it another try.

He opened the black urn and took out the Bodhisattva's kasaya, draping it over himself. Although it was of little use, he hoped it would enhance the power of his chanting.

Lin Baici was too young. Jin Mo, having just awakened, didn't take him seriously and wanted to speak with Jin Yingzhen, asking his granddaughter to call for someone as he wanted to dictate his last words. But in an instant, he realized that the young man was chanting.

It was this scripture that had awakened him from his slumber and made him feel much better.

Whoosh!

Lin Baici summoned the Muscle Buddha, guessing it might be useless, but at least it could stand guard like a door deity.@@novelbin@@

Jin Mo's eyelids twitched violently at the sight of the large Buddha wearing only tight shorts. What was this thing? A monster? Or some kind of mysterious evil Buddha?

The Muscle Buddha looked sternly at Jin Mo, its gaze as hard as steel, making him shiver as if a demon-subduing staff had rolled over his entire body.

Lin Baici couldn't see what the Muscle Buddha could; in its eyes, there were irregular, jelly-like creatures clinging to Jin Mo's body, eyeless with only a gaping mouth, gnawing at the life force emanating from him.

The Muscle Buddha looked towards Lin Baici.

"Eh?"