Chapter 165 The death of Peter Huang
“Here, bah...since you know that Dongzi is in the state of bardo, my bodyguard has also messed up the way of the dirty thing at this time.”
"I wonder if you can save my bodyguard?"
Lei Xianming's expression was uncertain. He glanced at Hu Ming and others outside the crossing, and placed his last hope on the lama. .
Peter Huang can’t die yet, at least not now, and definitely not before he gets the crystal corpse!
He had seen descriptions of the bardo body in the ancient scriptures of the Reincarnation Sect.
The process of the bardo is very scary, and it will last for 7749 days.
During this period, you will see a white goddess with a bear head and a human body, holding a human corpse as a stick, or holding a bowl of skulls filled with blood, and so on.
"...I can't help it. The bardo is an untold secret of Tantra."
"Only a few monks in Sikkim know the real secret. I It’s just Buddha’s iron rod for hair care. Is there any solution?”
Lama shook his head with a wry smile. He reacted as soon as Axiang saw Dongzi's figure.
But it was still too late after all.
"If you ask me, the bardo has been dispersed and it is possessed by your bodyguard. There is no way to save it. I suggest you give him a break and avoid making him suffer."
"He has now turned into what is said in Tantric Buddhism to be "dirt". If he doesn't burn it, he will kill others."
Hu Ming looked at Peter Huang with his ghostly eyes and couldn't help but click his tongue. Amazing.
"Yes, Mr. Hu Ming is right, Mr. Lei, there is nothing I can do about this situation."
"I only know that your bodyguard is in pain now, and it will last for a long time." "It's better to send him to liberation as soon as possible." The lama nodded in agreement when he heard this.
Without knowing the solution, it is indeed the best choice to let Peter Huang get out of trouble as soon as possible.
Moreover, it would be a big disaster for Peter Huang's body to remain, so it would be safer to be cremated as soon as possible.
“No, Akiko, you have it!”
At this time, Hu Bayi caught a glimpse of the movement of the black fur human skin on Hu Ming's hand and couldn't help but exclaimed.
Everyone looked over and saw that the black fur human skin suddenly slowly turned into wisps of black smoke and gradually dissipated.
In the end, only a few strands of black hair were left in Hu Ming's hands.
A piece of Nuo Da's skin disappeared under everyone's eyes!
Dark clouds pressed over the city outside, and the day was as dark as the night.
"Tsk! The tendons of the corpse have appeared...it's really hopeless!", from the angle of the firelight.
Hu Ming clearly saw that the moment the black fur human skin disappeared, Peter Huang's face suddenly turned livid and his body became stiff.
A layer of very fine black fuzz grew on his face.
The blood vessels on the exposed skin all over the body swelled, and the cyan blood vessels became extremely black, clearly visible, and extremely permeable.
The most shocking thing is that these black fluffs seem to have their own consciousness and are still swinging slightly!
"Hiss~ I have served the Buddha for many years, but I have never seen such a fierce thing!"
The lama also saw this scene keenly and couldn't help but take a breath.
The phenomena on Peter Huang's body changed very quickly. Just as he was talking, his right hand suddenly shrank, and half of his right hand turned purple-black. When he pressed it lightly with his hand, his skin turned out to be like mud. , rapidly festering from the inside out.
"Lei Xianming, make a decision as soon as possible. Should you let Peter Huang suffer torture and die, or should you help him have a happy life?"
Seeing this scene, Hu Ming shook his head with good intentions. reminded.
"...I know!"
Lei Xianming's face was extremely ugly and uncertain, and it took him a while to make up his mind.
Take out a pistol from Peter Huang's waist, put it against his temple, and take a deep breath.
Bang!! The dull sound of gunfire was drowned in the rolling thunder in the sky.
Hu Ming is quite good at observing words and emotions.
He could tell that the ugly, tangled, and painful expression on Lei Xianming's face when he shot Peter Huang on the road was all fake.
It’s so fake.
In the depths of Lei Xianming's eyes, there was only deep worry, fear for his own life.
On the second day after he came into contact with the Samsara Sect and the Demon Kingdom, all his horsemen and bodyguards died.
At this time, he only had a woman and a goddaughter by his side, so he was powerless, and the journey ahead was still long.
Not only the dangers in the ancient ruins, but also... the dangers from fellow travelers! That is, the threats from the fellow travelers Mojin Xiaowei and Faqiu Tianguan!
Lei Xianming never I think people who go down to graves and dig in the sand to make a living are kind-hearted people.
It’s just that
he has no way out. He is still counting on this one-day business to make a lot of money, pay off his debts, and save his life. A precious son who will live the rest of his life as a leisurely rich man.
He could no longer retreat.
"Godfather/Uncle Ming, are you okay?"
Seeing Lei Xianming shoot and kill Peter and Huang sitting on the ground, Han Shuna and Axiang couldn't help but speak. asked.
It’s just that from Hu Ming’s point of view, Axiang’s caring eyes seemed a bit fake.
"...I'm fine, I was just a little sad for a while. Peter Huang was loyal to me and saved me many times."
"I didn't expect that he would be gone just after the trip started. Alas"
After a long silence, Lei Xianming raised his head and waved his hand, sighing tiredly.
Hu Ming, together with the lama, had moved Peter Huang's body to an open space in the bunker.
It was raining heavily outside, and conditions were limited. It was impossible to find dry firewood outside and cremate him outside.
But keeping his body is not a problem. The bardo is too mysterious, and no one can guarantee whether it will come out of Peter Huang's body again and harm others.
Therefore, several people crushed the solid fuel they carried with them and sprinkled it all over Peter Huang's body.
A raging fire ignited, wrapping Peter Huang's body that had turned purple and black.
In an instant, black smoke ached, and a strong stench filled the small space.
Fortunately, Hu Ming had put on a poison mask in advance, blocking out most of the stench. He gloated and laughed at the few people who were covering their noses and about to vomit.
"Hey! Why does this damn thing smell so bad? Madam, Fatty, I feel like I will eat at least half of my lunch today!"
Several people covered their mouths and noses with blue faces, and the fat man couldn't help but curse.
The taste is simply amazing!
“If you eat half the horse-riding horse, you will eat more than us!”
Hu Bayi couldn’t help but subconsciously retorted.
Fortunately, the stone door in this room is still intact.
Several people rushed out of the room, closed the stone door, and took a long breath of air soaked in the fragrance of rain and earth, and their expressions became much relieved.
"Huh... Hu Ming, did you already know that this thing smells extremely bad when burned?"
Yang Shirley and Hu Bayi looked at the gas repellent that Hu Ming had just taken off with unkind expressions. mask.
Things don’t need too much explanation.
Hu Ming, just waiting to see their jokes.
Hearing this, the fat man and the lama all gathered around with unkind expressions, their knuckles crackling as they thought.
Hu Ming's move can be said to have caused "public outrage". If he had known about it in advance, who would be willing to endure such stench and torture?
"Yes, you should have known it by now. When these damn things burn, don't they smell extremely bad?"
Hu Ming glanced at several people with "kingly contempt",< br>
A mortal with fish lips.
"...beat him?"
"He deserves a beating, beat him!"
Hu Bayi and the other three looked at each other, reached an agreement, clenched their fists and rushed over.
Then...
Crack...crack...crack.
Within half a minute, the three of them were lying dead on the spot, including the lama.
The few of them got along well during this period. They were all people with bad tempers. Now the lama can be regarded as one of Hu Ming's few friends.
This kind of harmless joke can still be made.
Hu Ming rubbed his wrist, then hummed a tune and left.
(End of this chapter)