As he approached the temple gate, Ramasingh stained his face with the plaster on the ground, and then made a mess of his clothes and hair, looking wolf-like, as if he had just been beaten.

Ling Feng also sorted out a pistol and miniature submachine gun hidden in the monk's robe to reduce the risk of being discovered. This was the first time he had brought two guns, and if someone of his skill could carry two guns, the danger of this temple could be imagined.

Vivien didn't know where she was hiding, but she was sure that she was monitoring the situation through the scope of her guò sniper rifle at the moment.

The gate of the temple is a heavy wooden door with iron bars and rivets, and the wooden planks are painted with black paint, which looks particularly eerie.

Ling Feng reached out and buckled the door knocker, and after half a ring, an observation opening on the wooden door was opened, revealing a face from inside.

The monk guarding the door saw Ramasingh and Ling Feng, and then said, "Dharoka, why did you bring this guy back?" ”

Ling Feng imitated the voice of the gyroka and said, "This guy betrayed us, I killed his son, and I brought him back to Elder Neporo to deal with. I think Elder Neporo will definitely give him an unexpected way to die. ”

The monk guarding the door showed a strange smile, "What about the Chinese and his female companion?" ”

"Dead, I killed the Chinese man, as for the woman...... Hmph, her skin is really good, and her body is amazing, I killed her after I played. The corners of Ling Feng's mouth also showed a lewd smile. With a fake face full of flesh, coupled with such a smile, he is almost no different from the kind of obscene demon played in the movie.

"Dharaka, what's wrong with your voice?" The monk guarding the door suddenly asked.

Ling Feng was slightly stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's been too long to be bare-assed, maybe it's a cold, I said what's the matter with you?" Do you want me to stand outside the door and talk to you all the time? ”

In fact, although Ling Feng had tried his best to imitate Dharoka's voice, his time was limited, and he didn't have time to practice at all. If he records the voice of the dharaka with a voice recorder or something, and then compares it to the voice of the dharaka, then his voice will be more like the voice of the dharaka himself, and will not be noticed by the other party.

In fact, the monk guarding the door only noticed that Ling Feng's voice was a little strange, and in the face of an identical person, he didn't suspect anything at all.

The monk guarding the door opened the door, and Ling Feng pushed Ramasingh, who staggered in, scolding as he went, "You will go to hell!" I curse you scoundrels! ”

"Bastard! Be silent! The monk guarding the door kicked Ramasingh.

Ramasingh was kicked to the ground, and he climbed up again, staring hatefully at the monk guarding the door.

"Look at what? Wait, I'll put your skull in the toilet as an ornament! The monk guarding the door said viciously.

Ling Feng said, "Okay, I'll take him down first, and then hand him over to Elder Nebra tomorrow." After saying that, he gently kicked Ramasingh and pretended to be fierce: "Go fast!" ”

Ramasingh was very cooperative and followed Ling Feng forward.

"Wait!" Suddenly a monk stepped out of a hut on the side of the gate.

Ling Feng looked back at the monk who had just come out, and his brows suddenly furrowed, because the other party was holding a gun in his hand and was pointing it at him.

"What are you doing here?" Ling Feng tentatively probed the tunnel.

"Dharoka, why are you weird today? What's the matter with the blood stains on your collar? The monk who had just come out looked at Ling Feng vigilantly.

"Isn't it strange that I killed three people tonight and there was some blood on my clothes?" Ling Feng said.

"Humph! I'm a very good friend of Dharaka, and he doesn't walk like you......" The monk with the gun suddenly snapped, "Who are you?" ”

Ling Feng secretly screamed in his heart, these monks were really not expected to be so vigilant and intelligent.

Burst! A strange voice suddenly sounded, and the head of the monk who was pointing a gun at Ling Feng inexplicably burst out with a field of blood, and then fell to the ground.

The other monk was stunned for a moment, opening his mouth to shout, but before he could make a sound, his head was also pierced by the bullet, and blood and brains splattered everywhere under the impact of the bullet.

It must have been Vivien who shot her, and although it was impossible to see where she was hiding, it was something that didn't have to be guessed at all. She shot the two monks so simply, and the means were so ruthless, it was the first time Ling Feng had seen them.

"She really dares to kill people......" Ling Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, feeling weird.

Ramasingh quickly dragged a body into the gatekeeper's hut. Ling Feng also dragged the body of another monk inside. There were still two monks' brains and blood stains on the ground, but there was no need to deal with them at this time.

"Why are these monks so smart?" When he came out of the small room, Ling Feng couldn't help but ask.

Ramasinger said: "They are all jealous followers, each one is a murderous and cunning killer, they don't trust anyone, they kill people, and they always suspect that they will be assassinated by others, so they always maintain a vigilance that is difficult for ordinary people to understand." ”

Soldiers returning from the battlefield sometimes react violently to an ordinary action of others, which is called "war sequelae". The situation of these monks is somewhat similar, they take pleasure in killing, but they always suspect that others will kill them when they are not being killed, so they are always nervous, and they are suspicious and wary of everything. In this case, it is not surprising what has just happened.

"Take me to the library." Ling Feng said.

"Come with me." Ramasingh led the way in front.

The two walked through the courtyard behind the gate and walked straight into a hallway. There are many murals and reliefs on the walls of the corridor, most of which are about the goddess Kali slaughtering gods or people, which is full of blood. There were several doors on either side of the hallway, all of which were closed. Rama Singh told Ling Feng that these rooms were the rooms where ordinary monks in the temple lived. Higher-ranking monks inhabit another area of the temple, where the environment is much better than here.

At the end of the corridor was a passage that sloped downward, Ramasingh led Ling Feng down, and didn't go far before he saw a black lacquered wooden door. The door was closed and there was no light.

"This is it, this is the temple's library." Ramasingh whispered to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng nodded and walked over quickly.

The door to the library was locked, and it was a large, sturdy iron lock that was about the size of an adult's fist.

"Damn!" Ramasingh frowned, "I didn't lock it when I came before, and they must have stepped up their precautions after they discovered that I was peeking at that Book of Heavenly Voices." ”

Ling Feng was already thinking about whether to give Vivian a light signal and let her play her lockpicking skills.

"Important keys are usually kept by Nebra, and I will take you to his room." Ramasingh said.

Ling Feng's considerations had already come to fruition. Calling Vivien with a flashlight to signal her to come over would delay a lot of time, and the light passing outside could also be noticed by some monk who was up at night, which would be too bad. If he had broken the lock with his internal force, he would have been able to kick the door open with one kick, but the noise would have been enough to wake up the monks in the temple.

"Take me to Nebra's room." Ling Feng quickly made his choice.

There was another reason for him to make this decision, and that was that he wanted to ask for some information about the Book of Heavenly Voices from Nirvana, which he suspected had something to do with the Immortals.

Rama Singh led Ling Feng out of the passage leading to the library, and he led Ling Feng into the main hall of the temple.

The main hall of the temple is spacious and open, with a dome of ten meters high, which is solemn and atmospheric. The main temple houses a statue of Goddess Kali, who has four arms, each holding a weapon. The long tongue sticks out of the lips and is dyed bright red, looking particularly murderous and dark.

However, the statue of Goddess Kali is not the most terrifying thing about this temple, but it is the skulls of Bai Mori Sen on the altar, which are all human skulls.

"That's only part of the story." Ramasingh noticed what Ling Feng was looking at, and he said, "Most of these people are tourists from other places who have strayed into the temple, and once those innocent tourists become their targets, they will launch a hunting operation and kill all of them, and the means are extremely cruel. ”

"Damn these people, take me to Nebra's room." Ling Feng said.

Ramasingh led Ling Feng through the temple and into another corridor. The environment behind the temple is indeed more upscale, the rooms are more refined, and the view and light are better. This area must be inhabited by the high-ranking monks in the temple.

Ramasingh took Ling Feng to a separate room and whispered, "This is the room." With that, he drew his pistol.

Ling Feng said, "Don't shoot lightly, it will wake up others." ”

Ramasingh nodded.

Ling Feng gently pushed the door, but the door didn't open, and there was a deadbolt behind the door. He used a knife to pry open the deadbolt inside, gently pushed the door open, and crept inside.

Behind the door is a large room, the style of the furniture is very old, but it all looks very high-end. A court-style bed lies a man and a woman. Because of the limited light, with Ling Feng's far beyond ordinary eyesight, he could only see two blurred figures, and he could also identify who was a man and who was a woman from the features of his chest.

Ramasinger also crept in, holding his pistol flat all the time, looking nervous.

Ling Feng didn't rush to the bedside, he pointed to the door for Ramasingh and motioned for him to go and guard the door.

Ramasingh nodded, retreated to the door, and took a gun to observe the situation outside. He had some experience in this area, and knew that if he and Ling Feng both entered the room, if a monk came over, he and Ling Feng might be blocked in the room and unable to escape.

Ling Feng then slowly sneaked towards the bedside. The men and women in the bed slept deeply, and their breathing was smooth and even.

On a chair next to the bed was a set of monk's robes, black and inlaid with gold thread, different from ordinary monk's robes. Just by the difference in the monk's robes, Ling Feng could determine that the man on the bed was Nirvana, the most powerful person in this temple.

Standing on the edge of the bed, with the natural light pouring in from the door, Ling Feng could also see the two people on the bed clearly.

Nebora was about fifty years old, muscular, and embroidered on his bare arms outside the quilt with a skeletal figure holding a scythe of death, giving it an eerie feel.

PS: The new January has started again, brothers, give me all the monthly tickets in your hands, other people's families are hundreds of dollars, and I only have dozens of votes here, I need your support. The name change of this book is also a matter of necessity, and I apologize to everyone here. But that doesn't affect anything, let's pack up and move on!