As soon as Ling Yun passed through the back door, he heard a burst of music, several women screaming, accompanied by the coarse-heavy lewd-laughter of several men.

Walking through a narrow rain corridor, the front suddenly opened up, is the backyard monk's house is located, only to see three women naked - striped - surrounded by a dozen monks in clothes, not covered - body monks, groups around the women, no matter how the three of them collide and escape, can always be the monk like a cat and mouse, both arms grasped, into the arms, up - down - hands - hands.

The three women were full of panic and shame, covering the vital points on their bodies, and let them act recklessly.

"Who are you?" a handsome little monk noticed Ling Yun and asked fiercely.

"I'm a guest invited by the abbot, I heard that there is a happy thing in the temple today, so I came to experience it, and now I look at it, and it really lives up to its name. Ling Yun said lightly.

The little monk didn't believe it, and said, "On the day of Bliss, the abbot never invites outsiders here, why would he let you come?"

"Elysium?What a good name, I don't know how many Elysian Days there are in Fengqi Temple?"

"Once a month, you don't even know this, and you say that the abbot invited you?!" the little monk said angrily.

"Why don't you take me to meet the abbot, I don't know how many monks there are in Fengqi Temple?" Ling Yun asked.

"Naturally, I want to ask the abbot, are you true or false, how many monks do we have, what does it matter to you?" The little monk's tone was full of arrogance, full of hostility towards Ling Yun.

"Okay, then I'll count. Ling Yun looked at the group of eyes full of hostility and smiled slightly.

"You're the first. Ling Yun pointed to a burly monk who was kneading and kneading his daughter, and said.

When the monk saw him pointing and poking at him, he was angry in his heart and scolded, "What are you pointing at?"

Before the words fell, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the monk's mouth, spit out a bloody tongue, and he could only mumble if he wanted to speak, and he could no longer speak, he was extremely frightened, and he was about to choke the neck of the woman in his arms to threaten him, and in an instant, all ten fingers of his hands were cut off, and the blood was dripping, and the finger flesh was blurred.

The monk was in great pain, and a muffled scream came out of his throat, and the woman next to him screamed and covered her eyes, almost fainting.

The other dozen or so monks were shocked, only to know that they had encountered a strong opponent, and they were about to get their weapons one by one, only to hear Ling Yun's ghostly voice: "Whoever moves, will be next." ”

There are unbelieving fellows, flesh and blood are flying, and they are cut into more than 2,000 pieces of flesh, and as soon as they move their feet, blood splatters all over their bodies, and the pieces of flesh are scattered all over the ground, and even the bones are broken into pieces, and the whole person is completely disintegrated.

The others were so frightened that their legs trembled and they didn't dare to move.

Ling Yun's voice penetrated into their ears like a devil: "This is the second one. ”

The other two monks who were holding the woman and rubbing it let go of the woman and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, which did not change the ending of the two becoming the third and fourth, and there were countless pieces of minced meat on the ground, which simply became a slaughterhouse.

The three women were first surprised that someone had come to the rescue, and then they saw the corpses all over the ground, and the death was extremely miserable, and their hearts were full of fear and fear, and they cowered on the ground, their eyes closed and trembling, as if they had come from one hell to another more terrible hell.

"You are the fourteenth. Ling Yun calmly pointed at the handsome little monk, his finger was like a hook of death, pointing at whoever meant the end of life, and a purgatory was about to begin.

The little monk was shocked, Rao was watching the monks die one by one, he was already frightened and incontinent, but when it really came to his head, he realized that the deepest part of fear was anger, and he had to fight to the death, otherwise he would definitely die.

The little monk rushed over and hugged a woman, blocked her in front of him, grabbed the slender neck with both hands, and said fiercely and angrily: "If you kill me, I will kill her first!"

Ling Yun sneered, facing this threat, there was no other suitable response except laughing.

The little monk looked fierce and pinched the woman's neck, and his life was in danger.

The sword flashed, and the little monk had a sword stuck in his head, which ran through his head, from his forehead to the back of his head, and the blood flowed down his forehead, to his face, and then down his chin, dripping on the woman in his arms.

The little monk could no longer speak, and the dead body fell to the ground like a green onion, with a pool of red blood behind him.

The woman in his arms was clung by the arm, and she fell to the ground, lying on the corpse, crying loudly and hoarsely.

Ling Yun walked over, wanted to pull her up, and said softly, "The nightmare is over, you can go home." ”

Unexpectedly, the woman quickly pulled out the sword on the little monk's head, held it with both hands, the tip of the sword trembled, and pointed at Ling Yun.

Ling Yun was stunned for a moment, puzzled: "I'm here to save you, you are holding a sword at me?"

"We don't need you to save us!" the other two women shouted in unison as they stood behind the sword-wielding woman with tears in their eyes.

"You killed so many lives, do you think you can get rid of it, we must tell the abbot, arrest you to the government, and let you be put to death. A woman covered her body.

Ling Yun looked at these three beautiful women, their faces had fear, sadness, and hatred, fear was understandable, they had been humiliated for many days, after all, they were here to rescue them today, but they actually felt sad because of these dead monks, and felt hatred for themselves who rescued them, is this the so-called Stockholm kidnapping syndrome?

Ling Yun remembers reading a story in the 19th century, when two criminals with criminal records failed to rob the largest bank in Stockholm, the capital of Sweden, they kidnapped four bank employees, and after a six-day standoff between the police and the gangsters, it finally ended because the gangsters gave up.

Yet months after the incident, the four abducted bank clerks still showed pity for their captors, refused to charge them in court, and even raised funds for their legal defense, all of them showed that they did not hate the gangsters, expressed their gratitude for their care instead of harming them, and were hostile to the police. What's more, one of the female staff members of the hostage fell in love with the robber and was engaged to him while serving his sentence. The two robbers took hostages for six days, during which time they threatened the lives of their captives, but at times showed mercy. In an unexpected psychological twist, the four hostages resist the government's eventual efforts to rescue them.

There is a fragile bottom line to the fear that human properties can bear. When a person encounters a ferocious killer, the killer is unreasonable and wants to take his life at any time, and the hostage will gradually entrust the right to life to the murderer. After a long time, the hostage ate a mouthful of food and drank a sip of water, and with every breath, he himself felt that it was the terrorists' forbearance and mercy towards him. For the thug who kidnapped him, his fear will first turn into gratitude to him, then into a kind of worship, and finally the hostage will subconsciously think that the safety of the murderer is his own safety. This weakness to succumb to tyranny is called "Stockholm Psychotic Syndrome."

Hostages can create a sense of psychological dependence on the hijacker. Their lives and deaths are in the hands of their hijackers, and they are grateful that the hijackers let them live. They share the fate of the hijackers, regard the future of the hijackers as their own, and the safety of the hijackers as their own safety.

So, they adopted the same attitude as the hijackers, treating the rescuers as enemies.

This also fully shows that people can be domesticated.