"You closed the door, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Open it!" Bai Hanshi ordered.

"This ......," the handsome monk said after hesitating for a moment, "the remote control is not in my hand. ”

"In whom?"

"Zombies are big."

"I know you have a way to contact him."

"Yes."

"Very well," Bai Hanshi said after a pause, "contact him now." ”

"But it's going to get you in trouble." The handsome monk frowned slightly.

"So what?" Bai Hanshi gently stroked the hilt of the sword and said, "You should know that we are here to find trouble. ”

"But it's going to kill a lot of people."

"So what?" Bai Hanshi still maintained his movements and tone just now, "We were originally here to kill people. ”

"I know," the handsome monk muttered in a low voice, "I'm afraid you won't be able to kill anyone......

"Be louder!"

"Okay." The handsome monk gradually raised his voice, "What the poor monk means is that once you open the door, you people will not only not be able to kill people, but will also be killed. ”

"What?" Bai Hanshi was stunned at first, and then laughed.

"Hahaha!" Bai Hanshi said with a smile, "You fat monk is really interesting, have you seen my sword?" ”

"See."

"Do you see the ninety-eight swords outside?"

"See."

"You mean we can't kill anyone with these ninety-nine swords?"

"Hmm." The handsome monk nodded honestly.

"How can it be!" Bai Hanshi was furious.

only heard a dragon groan, and the sword on his waist was already out of his body, directly hitting the round neck of the handsome monk.

Mukong only saw a cold white light hit like lightning, and before he could react in his mind, he heard a crisp sound.

Like the sound of ice cracking.

Then there was another crunch, as if something had fallen to the ground and rolled to the side.

What happened?

At the moment when the curled up on the ground raised his head slightly, he saw an unbelievable picture.

The handsome monk just stood there, not moving. His neck was still round, covered with thick fat, and his skin was smooth, like a large piece of white jade.

There wasn't a drop of blood on it!

And Bai Hanshi stood aside, his face showed an expression of seeing a ghost, his hands were trembling, his sword was trembling, and every inch of his body was trembling.

The sword was still in his hand, but it had split in two. The broken blade is very neat, as if it had been cut off with a sharp dagger.

Eyes began to roam the ground, and soon, he saw another section of the sword.

The cold glow sparkled, next to the edge of the corridor, but this cold glow lost its cold taste, and instead resembled a frightened child exhaling white breath slightly.

"You, you......" Bai Hanshi stood there, the majesty in his eyes was gone, and he didn't even know what to say.

"Donor, please calm down." The handsome monk said with a smile.

"You, you ......" Bai Hanshi was still as stunned as a wooden chicken.

"It's okay, let's talk about something slowly."

“…… Neck ......" for a long time, these two words popped out of Bai Hanshi's mouth.

"Oh, the donor is talking about the neck." The handsome monk stretched out a finger and slowly grabbed his round neck.

In an instant, blood trickled down his fingertips.

"Blood, blood!" Bai Hanshi was obviously stimulated, "What kind of blood is this?" ”

"The donor is calm."

The fingers of the handsome monk left his neck, but the blood marks on his neck were clearly visible. It was clear that there was a scar on the neck, and the blood was flowing down it.

"See?" The rich handsome monk said, "There is nothing special about the poor monk's neck, as long as it is lightly stroked, it will bleed. ”

"No, it can't be." Bai Hanshi muttered, "My sword, my sword......"

"That's a good sword indeed." The rich handsome monk said, "If you cut it on the neck of the poor monk, I am afraid that the poor monk will already be in a different place." ”

"What?" Bai Hanshi's eyes widened and said, "You mean it didn't touch your neck just now?" ”

"That's right."

"No, it can't be." Bai Hanshi said in a panic, "I obviously touched something, and I could feel a huge force. ”

"Haha." The rich handsome monk smiled, "The donor did touch something, but it was not the neck of the poor monk. ”

"What's that?"

"Hands." The handsome monk stretched out the hand holding the Buddha beads, "That's it." ”

Although the light in the corridor was very dim, at this moment, this fat hand was actually glowing with a faint white light like the sword of Bai Hanshi.

There are no folds to be seen, no blood vessels, no muscle textures, not even fingernails to be seen on this hand. This hand is simply like a natural jade, not like flesh and blood at all!

"What's, what is this?"

"The hand of the poor monk."

"This, how is this possible?" Bai Hanshi was still incredulous, "You mean you just blocked my sword with this hand?" ”

"It's not a block," the handsome monk said with a smile, "it's a cut." ”

"Chop, chop, chop?"

"Haha," the handsome monk took two steps towards the edge of the road, and then slowly picked up the short sword.

"It seems that the benefactor has a hard time believing the words of the poor Dao." The handsome monk slowly walked back again.

"Why don't I show the donor." After the handsome monk finished speaking, the hand holding the short sword began to exert force.

He didn't use much force, as if he were clenching his fist lightly, but he only heard a "click", and with two "bangs", the ends of the broken sword fell to the ground again, and the middle part seemed to disappear.

Everyone understood it, and they knew what was going on in the middle, but it was still unbelievable, especially the sword's owner, Bai Hanshi.

"Sword, broken sword?" He seemed to be talking to himself as much as asking.

"Broken?" The rich handsome monk thought for a while and said, "Well, it can also be regarded as broken." ”

After saying that, he slowly spread out his palms.

But I saw that there was only some powdery stuff left in the palm of my hand.

With a "bang", the other half of the short sword fell off from Bai Hanshi's hand, and the broken blade fell to the ground first, and it was inserted into the ground in a daze, and it sank into the handle.

Mekong didn't just gasp.

The broken sword was still so sharp, the hand of the handsome monk was unimaginable.

No wonder this fat monk has no fear in the face of these uninvited guests.

"You, who are you?" Bai Hanshi was obviously scared, he took two steps back, and the majesty he had just entered the door was gone.

"Don't be afraid," the handsome monk stretched out a palm and said, "The poor monk will not hurt you." ”

"You, how do you promise not to hurt me?" Bai Hanshi said, "The gate outside is closed, I, I have no way to escape." ”

"It was just an accident."

"Accident?"

"Or maybe it's a mistake."

"Mistakes?"

"It's all to blame on the zombies." The handsome monk explained with a smile, "He hangs around all day long and doesn't do his job." Obviously, the remote control is in his hand, but he has to drop the chain at a critical moment. ”

"You, what are you talking about?"

"What the poor monk means is that the zombie should have pressed the remote control earlier, so that you wouldn't be trapped here, and all of you would be safe."

"Ann, safe?" Bai Hanshi seemed to understand something, and he recalled the conversation between the janitors just now with a shocked expression.

After shouting "do it" to themselves, what did a few janitors say?

Mr. Zombie pressed the remote control, and the door closed, and the following conversation began.

In my place.

It's too grinding.

Half a beat slower.

It's just a danger to everyone.

Grass cares about human life.

These words seem to be fine, and they are very much like conversations after a difficult time through danger.

The question is, who is this person who is going through the danger so hard?

Who is Kusaka human life?

Who is this everyone?

Bai Hanshi silently looked at the kind fat monk in front of him, and a terrible thought suddenly rose in his heart.

Could it be that they pressed the remote control and closed the gate not to protect this Senluo Treasure Palace, not to protect the people in this mausoleum pawnshop, but to protect themselves from these uninvited guests who came to seek revenge?

Bai Hanshi suddenly had a chilling feeling!

There must be a great danger hidden in this Senluo Temple.

Yes, it must be.

The monster called Anubis must have lived here. If you don't close the gate in time, the monster will roar out and tear everyone it brings to shreds!

Fear was like a net, tightly gripping the white cold stone, making it impossible for him to breathe. But he still looked at the handsome monk with his spirit, and he felt the need to confirm his thoughts.

"Do you mean us by security?"

"That's right." The handsome monk smiled and said, "Otherwise, who else can there be?" ”

"So, closing the door is to protect us?"

"Thankfully, the donor finally got it."

"What would have happened if the gate hadn't closed just now?" Bai Hanshi asked unrelentingly, "Could it be that Anubis will rush out?" ”

"Yes." The handsome monk's hand rubbing the Buddha beads suddenly stopped, "It will definitely be!" ”

"He, can he deal with so many of our swords alone?"

"Hahaha." The handsome monk opened his mouth and smiled.

"You, what are you laughing at?"

"Although the benefactor's sword is sharp, you can also see the result." The handsome monk gestured to the broken sword on the ground out of the corner of his eye, "These things are nothing compared to the hands of poor monks." ”

"Could it be," Bai Hanshi's face turned pale in an instant, "Could it be that Anubis also has such hands?" ”

"Yes." The handsome monk smiled again, but this time the smile was terrifying.

"You ......" Bai Hanshi was obviously startled by this smile, and he silently took two steps back, his back already pressed against the wall.

"Okay, this donor," the handsome monk did not look at Bai Hanshi, but looked at the sky on the ground.

"Now that the danger is gone, it's time for you to stand up, right?"