Chapter 617 Exposed
“It’s not good! It’s not good!”
Yang Fuwang shouted and rushed into the refugee camp, a little panicked: “There is a great monk unconscious outside the camp. "
It was late at night and most people were asleep, but his shouting still woke up many people. Some people walked out of the tent with hazy eyes, and some monks left. come out.
"What's going on?" someone asked.
"I...I got up to relieve myself."
Yang Fuwang said innocently: "Then I saw the great monk running outside the camp."
Although Jigong said that good children cannot lie, he It doesn't matter.
You have to avenge your mother, and you still have to lie like this?
He scratched his head and said: "He looked very strange. He was shouting and shouting: "Please spare him. He was just doing things for others... He was running, and then he fell down and fainted. ”
As soon as these words came out, everyone around them looked confused. Most of the monks just frowned, and only a few monks had strange expressions.
“Since the master passed out outside the camp, let’s carry him back.”
Some refugees said: “It’s so cold today, something will happen if you lie outside. "
"It doesn't matter, let's go." A monk who looked strange before said first: "The donors are still patients, there is no need to..."
"Hey, it's okay!"
Someone in the crowd laughed and said: "We have been drinking porridge for a few days, and our health is much better. We can go and help. Let's go."
"That's right."
Someone else He responded: "Let us help you, you have helped us so much, we can also contribute a little bit."
The monk hesitated for a moment, had no choice but to nod, but still turned his head and said, Another senior brother of mine said a few times, probably asking him to call Fa Tuo.
On this side, Yang Fuwang has taken the initiative to lead the way. Some enthusiastic refugees and some monks all walked out of the camp together.
Halfway there, he quietly turned his head and winked at the shadow beside him.
No one noticed that there was a small figure in the shadow and disappeared quietly.
Of course it is the cat.
She shuttled between the tents with an extremely dexterous posture. Covered by the shadows, she was just a light shadow and no one could detect her.
Soon, she came outside the tent and ran towards the place where the monk was unconscious.
There, a group of children had already put on rags and were ready to pretend to be ghosts. There was also a larger, honest boy who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, hiding in the grass not far away, with his head exposed. , There is some expectation in the eyes.
"Coming, coming, they are coming soon!"
The cat shouted in a low voice: "Get ready!"
"Coming, coming, we are coming Here we come too!" The other two children shouted softly and ran over from the direction of Hongjiang. One on the left and one on the right, they were holding a wooden basin filled with water.
With a loud crash, the entire basin of water was splashed on the monk’s face.
"!!!"
The monk's whole body trembled, but he did not wake up immediately. He just shook his head. After a while, he recovered and slowly stood up. At this time, Mao'er and the two The kid who splashed water had already disappeared.
He looked around, but there was no one around. It was still dark, and only the cold feeling of water spread on his face.
His eyes widened, and he seemed to remember...
He hit a ghost before, and he ran away, and then...suddenly fragmented!
Did he fall, or...
The monk couldn't help but think wildly. At this moment, a gray-white shadow floated not far away from him again.
“Again?!”
The monk’s eyes were red: “You, why are you pestering me!”
“You... said... …”
The eerie voice floated from another place: "You killed... us..."
The monk finally couldn't hold it back, tears of fear flowed down from the corners of his eyes, and he changed into a sitting position. He knelt down, clasped his hands and begged for mercy: "I'm just a worker, a worker!"
"You hurt someone, how can you not get blood on your hands?"
The eerie voice was far away and near, and the gray shadows around it were appearing and disappearing: "You have done so many sins, don't your feet hurt when you walk?!" The last question of this ghostly voice was particularly loud. , was so close that it almost rang in his ears, scaring the monk to the point of almost urinating.
"!!!"
He was shocked and hurriedly pulled out the bag of yellow mud powder from the soles of his shoes.
This ghost even knows that there are things hidden in his shoes... Is there anything else to be suspicious of?
"I, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
He held the bag of yellow mud powder in both hands, kowtowed hard to the gray shadows around him, and shed tears. Face full: "I was wrong! Please forgive me! Don't ask for my life!"
He quickly said: "I was ordered by Senior Brother Fatu to take yellow mud powder with me that can cause diseases, secretly mix it into the water, and feed it to you, in order to make you more sick!"
"Because someone needs to die in the camp. If someone dies, you can call for a coffin. The medicinal materials for refining the pure bowel soup can also be hidden in the coffin and transported with it. At the same time, you can also use your corpse to send some secret messages. , it is convenient for people outside to contact..."
This time there is no need to press, in order to atone for his sins, he himself has already confessed like spitting beans.
But as he spoke, the monk vaguely noticed with the intuition of a cultivator that the eerie ghostly sound seemed to have disappeared.
“Go, go?”
He raised his head, and there were no more gray shadows flickering in front of his eyes.
However, before the monk showed joy, he noticed from the corner of his eye that there seemed to be someone standing not far away from him.
He slowly turned his head and saw a group of refugees and a few monks standing not far away, looking at him.
The faces of the refugees were full of shock and anger, and the faces of a few monks were also full of disbelief. There were only one or two monks whose expressions were full of hatred.
"You, you, you..."
The monk was shocked: "Why are you here..."
"You, you, you..." A refugee asked dumbly: "What is that in your hand?"< br>
The monk lowered his head and saw that the oil-paper bag he was holding in his hand was nothing but yellow mud powder.
He was startled, quickly put away the oil paper bag, and stuffed it into his arms in a panic.
But where would the angry refugees let him hide again?
Several young and strong refugees immediately rushed over to grab the bag of yellow mud powder in his hand.
In the crowd, the monk who knew about it flashed a fierce light in his eyes, and the energy in his body surged, and he clearly wanted to take action!
But in the next moment, a hand came over lightly and pressed on his shoulder.
In an instant, the breath in the monk's body suddenly went out, and an extremely heavy force penetrated into his body from his shoulders, shaking his whole body, his heart almost stopped, and blood oozed from his gums.
On the other side, the monk kneeling on the ground had just recovered and saw a group of refugees rushing toward him, and he was also ready to resist.
But a stone flew in without warning and hit his ribs and waist!
The monk was knocked away before he could take a breath. The pain was so painful that his eyes turned white and he almost fainted again.
At this time, the refugees had already pounced on him and snatched the yellow mud powder from his hand.
"You said, this thing can cause epidemics?!"
A tall refugee held the oil paper bag in his hand and said bitterly: "Why do you have this thing! What on earth is going on? One thing!”
The monk was hit by a stone in his waist and was in so much pain that he couldn't even breathe. He was held down by several refugees and could only look at his companions not far away for help.
However, most monks and monks are also confused.
They didn’t know.
The only person who knew this was the monk who turned his head stiffly and looked at the person next to him.
“Why are you looking at me?”
Mr. Jigong, dressed as Fu Qingzhou, stood beside him and said with a smile: "I don't look good."
"Say it or not!" On the other side, the refugees were already angry.
The tall refugee stretched out his hand and pinched the monk's mouth open: "If you don't tell me, I will stuff all this bag into your mouth!"
"Tell me, tell me..." The monk was about to cry but had no tears: "I said everything..."
(End of this chapter)