The Killing Buddha never let go, and after this white mist sprayed on Yaksha's face, it never stopped. When the whole jar of white mist was sprayed, and the nozzle could no longer spray gas, the Killing Buddha shrugged helplessly and put the empty small jar in his pocket.

Yaksha was as unconscious as a puddle of mud, and he looked very embarrassed at this point.

The small half of his body was outside the net, especially his right hand with a claw knife, which was also casually resting on the ground.

The Killing Buddha stared at the Yaksha, aimed at his right hand, and stepped on it vigorously, even smacking it.

It hurts, but the Yaksha doesn't react at all. After making sure that Yaksha wasn't fainting, the Buddha squatted down again and removed the claw knife.

The Killing Buddha fiddled with his claw knife and stared at Yaksha from time to time.

It was hard for me to move, let alone get up, but seeing this scene made me anxious. I'm worried that the Killing Buddha will kill the Yaksha.

I fed my throat, but there was phlegm in my throat, and the sound was not very noticeable at all.

Suddenly, my phone rang. This caught the attention of the Killing Buddha.

He turned his head to look, then stood up again and strode over to me.

I guessed the intention of killing the Buddha, of course I don't want him to snatch my phone, but at this moment, what can I do to stop him?

I watched as the Buddha reached into my pocket, and he pulled out both phones.

The Killing Buddha was very curious, and held his mobile phone one by one to look at it.

These two mobile phones, one is specifically to contact the police, and the other is specifically to contact the members of the Wild Dog Gang, and it is the latter who is ringing at this time.

The Killing Buddha looked at the screen of the mobile phone again, and muttered, "Ah Dao?"

There was a buzz in my head, and in a hurry, I really made a slight move, and my hand raised slightly.

This was caught by the Killing Buddha, who snorted a few times and deliberately took a few steps back.

He picked up his phone in front of me, and it was hands-free.

I heard the voice of Adao on my phone, and he asked, "Boss, where are you?"

I squeezed out all my strength and shouted into my phone, "Danger!"

The Killing Buddha shook his head at me, and showed me the movements of his hands.

His thumb pressed the microphone of his phone, in other words, my struggling throat just now was useless.

The Killing Buddha didn't mean to hang up the phone, he waited silently.

As for this knife, he is really not so clever, he can't wait for my reply, and he can't hold back his temperament to ask more, "I came to the vicinity of Lotte with these people from the 10Klux, where are you? Where is the murderer?"

The Killing Buddha snorted disdainfully. He jerked his phone up and slammed it against the ground.

With a click, the phone split into several petals, and not only that, but the Killing Buddha also dropped another phone.

I looked at the debris of this place and my heart sank. The Killing Buddha was not in a good mood, he pointed at me and walked over in a few steps.

His fingers trembled with anger, and then he aimed at my lower abdomen and kicked me hard.

I let out a whoop, and my whole body stepped back a little bit.

The Killing Buddha scolded me, that means, you are really a wolf-hearted thing, I told you, this time I took the order and had a task, but I won't attack you, and you, again and again, made trouble, and even brought a large group of people to besiege me. What is this not a brute?

At first glance, the Killing Buddha seems to be quite reasonable, but on the other hand, he killed the three Doudou people, killed the witness, and made Dazui unconscious now, and life is better than death. I said in my heart that there was no chance, otherwise I would not only want to arrest you, but also want to kill you.

But I didn't bother to tell him, and it was hard to talk about it, so I just grinned.

Killing Buddha even said a few good, he showed regret again, and complained, "The most regrettable thing in Lao Tzu's life is to accept this order, and I won't do this kind of thing that makes people angry in the future." ”

The Killing Buddha took out the posture of being out of sight, ignored me, but turned around and walked towards the Yaksha again.

He made a small movement as he walked. He wiped his claw knife with his sleeve.

I think of the butcher, the general butcher kills pigs and dogs, and often wipes the knife first.

I watched the Buddha lift the unconscious Yaksha again, and I had to shout at the top of my voice, "Stop!"

The Killing Buddha turned his head to look at me, and he asked rhetorically, "Why did you listen to you?"

He then put the claw knife against Yaksha's neck, and with a single push he stabbed the knife in.

In order to save Yaksha's life, I thought of another trick and said to the Killing Buddha, "Kill him, kill him, I will definitely bite my tongue or find some way to kill myself." ”

The Killing Buddha paused suddenly. I slowed down, but also indirectly saved up strength.

I said, "Don't forget the agreement you signed with your host, I'm dead, and you're sure you'll lose a lot." And on this occasion, who can believe that I am suicidal?"

The Killing Buddha's breathing became thicker, and finally he violently pushed Yaksha to the ground, and he also stood up and shouted loudly, "****!"

This is a foreign curse, but I listen to it very well, and I also know that my words really hit the weakness of the killing Buddha.

I thought that the Killing Buddha would escape from this, but who knew that he was not so easy to compromise.

Finally he stumbled, crouched down again, and cut off both of Yaksha's thumbs with his claw knife.

All of this happened before my eyes, especially during the muttering, when both of Yaksha's hands were spilling blood.

Killing the Buddha was really bloody, not only did he not frown, but finally put these two thumbs in his mouth and chewed them out.

I was stunned and didn't speak for a while.

The Killing Buddha smiled hideously, turned his head to stare at me, and said vaguely, "Now this technology is too developed, as long as the severed finger is connected in time, it can still be used, so I can't let you have a fluke mentality, this kid is okay, but without these two fingers, he can live, but he has also become a wasted person, and he can't follow you in the future." ”

It was as if I had been dug by countless knives. Of course, I also understand that among the ten fingers of a person, the thumb is the most important.

I couldn't help it, and scolded the killing Buddha in a foreign language, "sonofabitch!"

At that moment, he was furious, but soon, he forcibly swallowed the two chewed thumbs.

He stood up again, so straight. Strangely he didn't come to me, but closed his eyes and muttered.

I noticed a small gesture as he touched his wrist and pulled a bracelet out of his sleeve.

This bracelet is full of small wooden beads, and the wooden beads are very sparse and not so full.

I immediately thought of the wooden beads I was carrying in my trouser pocket, which I had picked up from the scene the night before after my fight with the Killing Buddha.

The Killing Buddha must have been silently chanting for more than ten seconds, and then when he opened his eyes, his face became hideous again.

He left me and Yaksha behind, turned around and ran.

I looked at his back and knew there was no chance of catching him this time.

I put my energy back on the Yakshas. I can't stand up now, but after a lot of hard work, I chose to climb.

I crawled left and right, so slowly crawling out of a short distance.

I was a little exhausted, and my head hurt so badly that I was going to get dizzy, but I held on, especially staring at Yaksha's hands.

His hands are still bleeding, and I want to lean over and stop the bleeding, otherwise I'm afraid that if I delay, his life will still be in danger.

I struggled again. Not long after that, I heard footsteps and shouting in the distance.

I guess it's the 10Klux Klan, and they're coming upstairs. I'm afraid that my shouting is not powerful enough, and they can't hear it.

I changed my voice to a shrill voice and whistled.

Someone was attracted by the whistling sound and immediately ran to my side.

Soon, I saw three figures, the leader of which looked familiar, if I remember correctly, it was one of Ah Dao's subordinates.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and the three of them, when they saw me and the Yakshas, especially the Yakshas, their faces were not much better, especially one of the good-looking men, and they were so frightened that they took a step back.

Ah Dao's subordinates were very active, and rushed over and squatted beside me first.

He tried to lift me up, but I motioned to him with my eyes, leave me alone, and take care of Yaksha first.

This man is also a bit hairy, he originally dragged me up half of my body, after receiving my order, he answered, and then let go again.

I fell to the ground again, especially the back of my head.

With a thud, my eyes turned black.

I'm definitely a new injury and an old one that broke out together. At this moment, I couldn't bear to faint.

I seemed to have a series of strange dreams, but I had no idea what they were, and when I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a cabin.

The cottage is not decorated, and it looks very shabby.

I blinked, remembering the scene before I fainted, and I remember trying to stand up, but as soon as I made this move, someone came up, and he asked me not to move, and he reached out to help me and held me down.

It was then that I realized that this person was the same doctor who had made me wear a drugged mask and make me spit, and that I was lying on a wicker chair with that mask on.

I understood at once, I went back to Zhuhai Anorectal Hospital, and received treatment similar to "lung washing".

I relaxed a little bit and did as the doctor said.

When I lay down, I noticed that this time, I had an extra tube in my mouth, which went all the way out and ended up in a small device.

The device is lit up, and it looks like a small water pump.

I guess it's a sputum suction machine, after all, I've just passed out and can't spit on my own, so I'll have to use it.

I didn't resist it, I let it go on working, and I could clearly feel that there was an itch in my throat from time to time, and something seemed to be surging up and out.

I slowed down again, and when I was more refreshed, I asked the doctor vaguely, "How is the Yaksha?"

The doctor was quite leisurely, holding a mobile phone and looking at it, probably watching some kind of news or news, hearing my words, he sighed, picked up the phone, and stared at me very seriously.

I chuckled in my heart, and my heart said that it couldn't be a Yaksha, there was really some accident, right?