Chapter 318 What did you call me?

Chapter 318 What did you call me?

On October 15th, the moon was full, and a river of silvery light poured down. It didn't make anyone feel warm and secure, but it brought a biting chill.

The three chiefs of Hongde Temple gathered beside the well and remained silent.

At this time, the well water had receded for some unknown reason, revealing the turquoise stone slabs hidden in the sand.

In the well, there was a monk standing, who arrived as promised.

On the fifteenth day of every lunar calendar, when the moon is full, this monk will stand here.

In other words, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, and whether it is the same monk or not, there will always be a monk standing at the bottom of the well, waiting for the three chiefs to come here.

But at this time, the three chiefs looked at each other in confusion.

The golden light on the monk's body has disappeared, which means that the magic of magic has been unlocked on the way, and this "escort" has been robbed.

"What do you mean, do you still want to pull me up?" Maha asked.

Maha has long hands and feet, one pair of hands almost hanging down to his knees, and even his neck appears to be slender than others.

Although the bottom of the well was deep, he could barely reach the bottom by tapping his toes and reaching out.

This was of course an illusion. At this time, Maha had already grabbed the well rope and was just waiting for the other two to speak.

Moro nodded: "Amitabha, this is the first time I feel like someone is stepping on my face. That bastard doesn't take us seriously at all.

Putting it back like this is like snatching away your woman and sending her clothes back to you intact. I'm going to beat you up! ”

Before he finished speaking, Mokong stopped him with some authority.

"Moluo! We are monks, we are women, and we swear, so you are not afraid of losing your identity?"

"Sin, sin!"

Both Moro and Maha stepped back together, clasping their hands together and bowing.

Mokong glanced at them and said calmly: "Who do you think did it? The Qi Refiner, or the Taoist priest from before?"

Maha looked in disbelief.

"Senior Brother, that guy was hit by my crane hand, and was injured by Moro's lion roaring skill. Running so far caused internal injuries. Even if an ordinary person can walk out of Hongde Temple, he will not survive for more than three days."

Mokong looked indifferent: "Do you think a person who can achieve this level will be an ordinary person?"

Maha choked for a moment, paused and could only nod.

Moro was not at all embarrassed. He asked: "Brother, do you think we are right now?"

Mokong glanced into the well again and walked back to the Zen courtyard.

"Tell those people the news and they will know what to do."

After a pause, he clasped his hands together again, lowered his head and recited a Buddha's name.

"Get rid of the things first. With so many people drinking from the same well, it's not good for it to be dirty."

After Mahamala looked at each other, someone stretched out a hand and threw the well rope down.

Lulu!

The ancient wooden tumbler screamed.

……

"It turns out that this is the real thing. Now it seems that what the Iron Monk gave me looks like a defective product randomly picked up from the garbage dump."

Haruyo sighed, reaching out to touch the crystal clear sixteen-sided dice.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Yin Xiu took the dice back.

"Just take a look. Your luck has been low recently. If you touch too much, you might get into trouble again."

Haruyo muttered: "Since I met you, my luck has not been good."

Yin Xiu saw him mumbling, so she just patted him on the shoulder and poured a glass of wine for each of them.

"Don't worry, you stay underground all day long. It's not good for you to get rheumatism.

Although my place is not as good as the luxury house in Mid-Levels, it is still a pretty good place to stay in this area. There is wine and meat. You can't suffer any loss by staying here. ”

Haruyo glanced at him and bit off most of the roasted goose leg in one bite.

He must have some complaints on his lips. If Yin Xiu hadn't stopped him, he would have been sunbathing on the beach in Nanyang right now.

He lay on the armchair and looked at the boatman girls, shaking and shaking, saying hello to them as they passed by. What a pleasant life it was.

Instead of like now, the two of them were sitting in a rented house drinking soju that was so spicy that they made people cry.

But it is true that as Yin Xiu said, he cannot go back underground during this period of time.

Those iron lumps are looking for him, but he is the one who brought the "fake" to the Qi Refiner, and they are not done with him.

According to normal people's thinking, if there is something wrong, everyone should sit down and talk about it. If something is wrong, talk about it and get it right. That's it.

But there are many paranoid people living underground, and these two groups are the most paranoid of paranoid people, and they cannot be reasoned with at all.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have fought with those Qi practitioners underground that day, and it would have been bloody.

Now it was the ground where he had felt so dangerous before, which was safer in comparison.

Sighing, Haruyo drank another glass of wine.

"It's nice to live here, but it's just not interesting. There's no record player, no sister, nothing. I often feel like I'm under house arrest."

Yin Xiu rolled her eyes at him, "Record player? This is a slum area. If you get a record player, don't you just call those empty immigrants to come and make a living? I'm often not here, and everything will be turned over by them."
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"As for my sister?"

Yin Xiu grinned, "Everyone depends on his ability!"

"Hey, you don't know, I used to be in the police academy, in the stairwell, desks, playground, toilet..."

Yin Xiu covered his mouth and said, "Someone is coming."

Haruyo's eyes widened and he felt inexplicably nervous. Finally, not long after Yin Xiu finished speaking, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Who?" Haruyo asked in a low voice.

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

Yin Xiu looked at the clock on the wall. It was eleven o'clock in the evening.

"The person who comes to your door at this hour is either here to borrow money, or it is the sister you miss so much."

There are indeed some neighbors in Guangming who Yin Xiu knows, but Yin Xiu is rarely at home. Even since he started practicing Taoism, the time he spent living in Guangming has become less.

I either go to this place to fight all day long, or I stay in that place to heal my injuries.

The rent paid here is just to have a place to put clothes.

Even in the past, there were a few people looking for him. After knocking on the door several times and finding no one, they knew that Yin Xiu was on the "night shift" and would come back during the day if anything happened.

But these people either have to catch up on the night shift or have to go to work during the day. Unless there is something particularly important, they cannot spare the time to visit.

If you are here to borrow money, the two parties will just have a laugh and it will be over.

If it were her younger sister, Yin Xiu would have to consider inviting Haruyo to go out to a classmate's house tonight.

But he had never had such good luck before.

Never before, in this troubled time, Yin Xiu would never think of this.

Signaling Haruyo, who was holding a gun in his hand, to lean back, Yin Xiu retrieved a shiny machete from under the table.

There were a lot of fights, so these self-defense guys Yin Xiubi were casually placed in the house. Even if they didn't kill people, they would be good for cutting fruit.

After a pause, Yin Xiu avoided the angle of the door where someone could shoot in through the door, and pressed her body against the wall.

"Who is it? Aren't you going to bed so late?"

"Brother Xiu, it's me, Ah Hua!"

Yin Xiu frowned when he heard the delicate female voice outside.

He hid the knife behind his back and walked forward to open the door.

The person who appeared in front of Yin Xiu was indeed the petite and cute girl with a childish face.

She has a thin figure and wears a washed white floral white shirt. Although her nutrition is not very good, her body has some ups and downs with age, showing a graceful figure.

But Yin Xiu didn't enjoy it leisurely at this time. Instead, she was a little irritable.

Ahua didn't seem to notice the unhappiness on Yin Xiu's face. She raised the bag in her hand and shook it at Yin Xiu.

"My aunt brought me some fruits from the countryside. I couldn't finish them all, so I thought I would bring some for you, Brother Xiu."

Yin Xiu didn't seem to hear what she said. She just put one hand on the door frame and asked, "What did you call me just now?"

"Brother Xiu..."

Before Ahua finished speaking, a cold light flashed, and her head flew up and fell to the ground.

The bag fell to the ground, and the red apples rolled down one after another beside the thin body and to Yin Xiu's feet.

"Damn it! I told you to call me by my name properly." Yin Xiu's voice was low and cold.

"You, what are you doing! Even if you don't eat apples, just switch to oranges or pineapples!

You wouldn't cut off a person's head for a bag of apples! ?

Are you born a murderer? ? ”

Haruyo screamed and took several steps back.

Although I was used to going to murder scenes before, this was the first time I witnessed such a brutal murder.

He took a few steps back, his feet felt weak, and he fell to the ground.

Looking at Yin Xiu's demeanor at this time, Chun Dai was really afraid of the rise of suicide and killed himself.

He was afraid of something. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Yin Xiu holding a knife and walking towards him with a smile.

"Hey, we are all brothers, I won't report you for a stranger, right?

If you want to kill me, just kill me. I haven't been a policeman for a long time, and my sense of justice has long been gone. I won't..."

Before Chun Dai finished speaking, Yin Xiu had already put his hand on his shoulder.

Yin Xiu held the knife with a ferocious smile on his face, and brought the knife close to Chun Dai's face.

He spoke, and his voice sounded cold and low to Haruyo's ears, as if someone was drawing a water pipe with a knife.

Yin Xiu raised his sword at him.

"Don't be afraid, there's no blood stains on this knife."

"There's no blood stains, so, so what?" Haruyo's mind went blank.

"How about it, you can see for yourself."

Yin Xiu grinned and looked like one of those serial killers who were tortured in the interrogation room to Chun Dai.

Haruyo looked at the door in despair, and suddenly froze.

There was a girl's body everywhere, only a scarecrow about the same height as a man, with the head separated from the body.

As for those apples, they were tattered, black and smelly, and they looked like they had been randomly picked from a trash can.

"Fake?"

"False!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

(End of chapter)