A group of people walked in the mountains at night, and by the hazy moonlight, they could see that there were blades flickering brightly, and on the blades, there were some dull blood stains. This is a group of bandits, the blood on the weapons and the blood on the clothes, all invisibly illustrating the fact that a raid has just ended.

Laughing, it looks like a lot of gain, especially since many of the bandits have one or several burdens on their hands and shoulders, which are stuffed with bulging bags. Correspondingly, there was a woman surrounded by these bandits, her hands were tied, she was pulled by a rope, and a piece of cloth was gagged in her mouth. The mournful cry and the whining sound were particularly piercing in contrast to the laughter of the bandits.

"Shut up!" A big man in the lead was angry, and raised his voice to scold angrily.

The women's bodies trembled, and the sound of crying suddenly became quiet, turning into sobbing. They all knew what would greet them, and they thought about fighting to the death, but with their hands firmly tied with ropes and surrounded by these dozens of bandits, they couldn't do anything at all, and even biting their tongues to kill themselves was a luxury.

"Boss Wu, there's a ruined temple in front, let's go inside and take a rest, shall we?" In the darkness of the night, one of the thieves spoke, his eyes rolling and occasionally falling on the young women whose hands were bound with ropes.

A mouthful of saliva was swallowed by him, and he couldn't help but feel his heart fire with the slender postures of several young women. Although the prettiest of them didn't have his own share, the others, he was able to taste them.

"Hey, hey." Thinking of the wonderful, the thief laughed obscenely twice, and the five fingers of the palm of one hand were opened, and he scratched a few times, as if he was weighing something.

He could smell the vague fragrance, which seemed to be a woman's body fragrance? It seems to be this, although there is some disdain, but at this moment, he seems to really smell it. In some impatience, a woman stumbled forward in front of him, reaching out to reach her and grabbing a few handfuls at the buttocks that were constantly writhing in front of him.

He didn't dare to move, and the same was true of the bandit companions around him, when the boss in front of him didn't speak, they could only look at these women honestly.

Feeling the eyes around them that constantly scanned their bodies, unscrupulous, and did not even let go of all kinds of intimate parts, the faces of several women became more and more sad.

"You kid." Boss Wu, the leader of the bandits, took a sip, and as soon as the group of boys under his command pouted their butts, he knew what shit they were going to pull.

But it's true that in order to do this vote, the group of boys under him have indeed held back for a long time, and it is time for them to vent their anger. It is estimated that he will not be able to return to the cottage tonight, and he is also planning to find a place to rest, and there is no doubt that the broken temple in front of him is very suitable.

"Let's go." He said and walked in the direction of the ruined temple.

The bandits behind him were already smiling. This trip down the mountain, not only got a lot of money, but also opened meat by the way, which is simply worth the trip. Several thieves laughed even more lewdly, loosened their belts, put their hands into the crotch of their pants and pulled them for a while, gesturing at the women with desperate eyes.

"Little girl, don't be afraid, wait for the brothers to make you happy." One of the thieves winked his eyebrows, his tongue sticking out of his mouth and licking it around his lips.

"Hey, hey, hey..."The other bandits also laughed knowingly.

When they approached the ruined temple, and when they got closer, they noticed a faint fire in the ruined temple. The thieves were stunned for a moment, took their attention back from these women, and looked at the broken temple vigilantly.

They were waiting, waiting for the boss's orders. They have always been very careful about this unknown situation, otherwise they would not have lived so nourishingly under the repeated pursuit of the local government.

"Thin man, you go over and feel the situation." Boss Wu clenched the long knife in his hand and instructed a bandit.

This bandit is the one who was the first to discover the broken temple and proposed to rest in the broken temple. When he received the order, he was stunned, and then he was overjoyed, and tiptoed towards the broken temple.

He was worried about whether he could taste these women first, according to their boss's usual way of doing things, as long as he did his job well, then he would be able to be one step faster than the other bandits!

Watching the bandit leave, his back disappearing in the darkness and becoming blurred. The other bandits were waiting, their weapons clenched, and some were still looking around, ready for a possible sudden battle.

However... No. The thief trotted back with brisk steps, and when he came to Boss Wu, he said loudly: "Boss, in that broken temple, there is only one bald boy, who is eating noodles from somewhere in a broken bowl!" ”

The hearts of all the thieves finally let go, and they completely lost their previous vigilance and vigilance. It's just a kid, this kind of person, they have already killed a few of them, and they don't care about killing one more.

When the group of thieves came to the front of the ruined temple, followed the half-collapsed temple gate, and looked inside, they did see a bald boy, his head was shaved and smooth, and there was not a single hair left.

Listening to the sound coming from the door of the broken temple, Kongwu's chopsticks were still struggling with the noodles in the bowl, and when he lifted it, a few noodles that had just been clamped fell into the soup again, and a few drops of noodle soup splashed and were imprinted on the sleeves of his wide robe. It's just that in a short period of time, that little bit of wet stain has become extremely light, extremely light, and it is estimated that after a little while, it will be completely dry.

It is said to be a bowl of noodles, but in fact, there is nothing left except for a dozen noodles and a large bowl of soup. Oh, and by the way, there's a few leaves, and a few shallots floating on top. As for saying that there is, there is really no trace of the existence of any oil, a real bowl of white water noodles.

His footsteps, loud and loud, got closer and closer, but he didn't even raise his head, and his face was reflected in the faint soup, so clear that it seemed to be able to reflect his face completely. The chopsticks between his fingers were still firm, and they did not slip over because the noodles were cut from them, nor did they tremble and waver because of the arrival of a group of uninvited guests.

Uninvited guests, yes, uninvited guests. From the moment they stepped into the ruined temple, Kongwu could feel the sights that fell on them, either surprised or indifferent, the same point, malice, playful malice. That's looking at a kind of transcendent gaze that can be played with at will, and can control its life and death at will.

There was also the smell of blood, the faint smell of blood, because the noodles in front of him didn't have much flavor at all, he could smell it very clearly. The woman's low sobs, from time to time, from time to time, sounded again, was it because the tears had dried up?

The identity of this group of people, Kongwu can know without raising his head.

"Who are you, boy?" Looking at Kongwu, who was sitting in the middle of the ruined temple and sitting near a bonfire, Wu Lao asked loudly.

There was no hiding disgust in his eyes, although they had done all the bad things of the bandits, they still understood the truth of their parents. Looking at Kongwu's sleek head now, he really had an urge to swing his knife and cut it off.

Sora was silent, didn't look up, and continued to deal with the few noodles in the bowl. The chopsticks gently clamped the noodles, and then they went around, lifted them up, and fell into their mouths, making a "sloppy" sound, and the noodles disappeared into their mouths. Of course, if you really eat a bowl of noodles, it will be eliminated whether it is slim or noodle soup.

So, he took the bowl with both hands, put his mouth close to the rim of the bowl, and when he leaned back, the noodle soup entered his mouth. Satisfied, he couldn't eat enough noodles, but after drinking this big bowl of noodle soup, his stomach became round.

Seeing that the boss was ignored, anger was brewing on that face, the thin man hurriedly took a step forward, raised the long knife in his hand, and said viciously: "You guy, our boss is asking you, don't you want to die?!" ”

Several thieves next to him, seeing the actions of the thin man now, also understood the intention of doing so. They all stepped forward, ready to kill this rude boy, the kid who made their boss angry.

Slowly put down the bowl in his hand, and put the chopsticks neatly on the bowl, and then Shi Shiran stood up. Seeing the bright long knife in front of him, and the dark red marks on the blade, his complexion still did not change.

It seems to be looking at an ordinary thing, as if these vicious bandits are just ordinary people, and it seems that the person who is threatened by the bandits, and the person whose life is in danger is not himself.

I don't know why, the bandits, after Kongwu stood up, there was an inexplicable fear in their hearts. Because of this indifference, it was as if Kongwu was standing on a high place and looking down on them, and they were nothing more than ants on the ground.

But in fact, the other party is just a handsome kid with no hair on his head, and his hair may not have grown even! So, how did they feel this way?

The moonlight, through the large hole in the roof of the broken temple, sprinkled around Kongwu's body. In front of him, the bonfire burned, and the sparks jumped and crackled. The rustling of branches and leaves shook from the top of Kongwu's head, and his small shadow also swayed, and small points of light were scattered all over it.

A leaf, falling, falling in front of your eyes, and when it finally falls to the ground, what awaits it is not the dirt, but the palm of the empty mind. The leaves, staying in the palm of the empty enlightenment, actually looked emerald green and crystalline.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please put down the butcher's knife." He said this, his eyebrows lowered, and he looked at the veins of the leaves.

"Donor, what's that?" Some thieves were stunned and confused.

"I seem to know who this kid is!" A thief patted his head and suddenly realized.

"I seem to have heard others say before that the monks from the Western Regions brought some Buddhism. This kid is a monk in Buddhism, that's why he has such a big bald head! ”

"Put down the butcher knife?" When Boss Wu heard Kongwu's words, he inexplicably felt that he wanted to laugh, so he laughed.

He lowered his head and saw his long knife, and the blood marks left on the long knife, one by one, he seemed to be able to feel the screams of someone under the blade. This is indeed a butcher's knife, but unlike those butchers, it is a butcher's knife for slaughtering pigs, but a knife for killing.

Why did he put down the butcher knife? On the contrary, he will use this knife to slaughter a boy who does not know whether he is alive or dead! Oh, what do you call it? It's a monk!

"Why am I leaving a butcher knife?" Boss Wu asked, his smile became hideous, and he walked towards Kongwu step by step.

He wanted to see a panicked and frightened expression on the other party's face, but found that the other party was still the same calm and indifferent appearance.

"Because, putting down the butcher's knife can make your death easier." Kongwu grinned, a row of white teeth exposed, and smiled very brightly.

His index finger and thumb grabbed a green leaf, and with a throw, the leaf flew out, gently grazing Boss Wu's neck.

"Boss, look there, there are two statues of gods in this ruined temple!"

A thief behind him screamed, and Boss Wu subconsciously looked at the place where the other party was talking, and between his necks, a faint coldness gradually spread.

And he saw, and saw the idols of the gods which his men spoke, and indeed there were two. A statue of a god seems to be a mountain god, which is already covered with dust, and there are gaps of all sizes on the top of the whole statue. The other one is newly carved, very ridiculous, just like a child's prank carved by hand, but why, in those facial features, he actually felt a little familiar!

Bald, by the way, the head of this idol is also bare! He said, why does it feel familiar, this god is distinct, and it is clearly this bald boy!

"Hiss..." opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but Boss Wu suddenly found that he was speechless, only the piercing hiss appeared from his mouth. His hand touched the place between his neck, where it was now hot and humid, and his hands touched the warm and moist liquid.

Blood! How can it be blood! Boss Wu is very familiar with blood, and there are still a lot of dried clothes on his current clothes, and other people's blood remains on them!

But when, and who, caused such an injury to himself?

Boss Wu looked towards Kongwu and saw the face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and in the faint smile, there was a sudden chill in his heart, which spread out.

He saw that his hand was grabbing in front of him again, and a fallen leaf was again caught between his fingers. The smile became more kind and warm, but it was no longer aimed at him.

(End of chapter)