Chapter 210: Mysterious Monk!

"Who is clean in the way that has survived until now? I have also killed people with my own hands, so that I can't forgive myself and regret it very much. ”

Cowell thought for a moment and said with a sad expression. His life was actually gone a few years ago, and if it weren't for that person, maybe he wouldn't be alive now.

Two years ago......

After killing all his companions, Cowell left alone. He walked aimlessly, not even knowing where to go, and kept walking.

He was in a trance, followed by several walking corpses, walking even slower than him. When he encountered the walking corpse approaching him, he relied on his body's instinct to dodge.

The walking corpse lunged at him, and he dodged out of the way, then walked around the walking corpse. After walking for a long time, he felt a little thirsty, and he came to a lake.

The walking corpse behind him had been shaken off, and he knelt down and lay his upper body on the edge of the lake. He put his hand in the lake, held the water to his mouth, and drank several sips in a row.

There was only his reflection on the surface of the lake, his own hallucination, so that he could see that the shadow was not him. It was the man he had killed, who was laughing at him.

That person's face will automatically switch all the time, turning into a familiar face. Those people were all shot and killed by him, and they switched quickly.

He narrowed his eyes vigorously and looked at the lake again, only to find that the shadow was gone. Just then, he came to a pair of hands stretched out.

The hands reached out of the lake, rushed out of the water, grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him into the water. Cowell was frightening and struggling.

The strength of the hands was so great that it seemed that there was infinite strength underneath, and he was soon dragged into the water. The whole person got into the water from his head, and Cowell reached out for help, and spat out a lot of bubbles in his mouth.

The water in the lake was clean and the visibility was so good that he almost fainted!

He suddenly saw that all those he had killed were standing in the water, looking at him with resentment on their faces. They were all barefoot, and they were all dressed in white.

The hair was floating upwards, floating back and forth in the water, and they kept looking at Cowell, who was watching Cowell's heart and quickly kicked his legs and swam up.

But no matter how hard he tried, his body could not get out of place. So he lowered his head and looked under his feet, and saw many severed hands, pulling at his ankles.

The oxygen was getting less and less, his mouth was foaming all the time, and there was not much air in his lungs. He could feel the limit of his suffocation, so he had to open his mouth deliberately.

The water ran down his nose, and he poured several mouthfuls of lake water into his mouth, which was so cold that his lungs ached. He gradually lost consciousness, and the lake water rushed into his lungs.

……

Night.

Cowell was lying on a rotten couch with a thin blanket over his body and wet clothes being changed. He was naked, and his lower body wore only a flat-cornered underwear. Pants.

He has a good figure, his chest and abs are obvious, even if he is curled up on his side on the sofa, the sense of line is still very good, and the muscles look very full.

"Don't !! Don't, don't ......"

Cowell's eyes were closed, and he was alone in his dreams, as if he was dreaming of something terrible again. A man in the back room walked towards the sofa with a knife.

He walked over to the couch, put down the plate in his hand, and placed it on the table next to him. There was a sandwich on the plate, which he made with his own hands.

The picture pans from the man's feet, it's already cold outside, but he's still wearing a pair of cloth shoes. Dressed as a monk, his head is very shaved.

He looked very energetic on the outside, but his face was already slightly wrinkled, and he was probably in his fifties. He was very handsome, and he must have been very handsome when he was young.

"No ......"

With a snort, Cowell woke up from his dream and rolled off the couch. His head touched the corner of the table and slowly opened his eyes to look around.

When I found myself next to him, there was a monk sitting holding a fruit knife and smiling at him! He instantly stood up from the ground and distanced himself from him.

The monk put the knife down, explained that he had just made food for him, and pointed to the sandwich. Cowell glanced at it, and the monk was indeed not lying.

"Am I dead? You're a human or a ghost! Where is this? How am I here. Cowell asked.

"This is the home of a poor monk. This benefactor drowned by the lake during the day, but fortunately, the poor monk happened to pass by and saved you in time. Amitabha. ”

The monk finished speaking, folded his hands and closed his eyes. Cowell knew that he was not dead, but he hallucinated during the day and ended up falling into the lake, but was fortunately rescued by the monk.

Cowell was confused, didn't believe him, and saw that the gun he was carrying was also brought back by this monk. He hurried to the corner and grabbed his gun.

Then he pointed a gun at the monk, and the monk looked calm and just said, "Amitabha." ”

"This benefactor, put down the gun! We can talk about nothing, and there is nothing that cannot be solved. ”

The monk persuaded him. Cowell walked slowly towards him with a gun, and searched around him, only a bowl for fasting, and nothing else.

Beside the monk, there was a thin bamboo stick, and when he saw that he was talking about him, the monk picked up the wooden stick in one hand and quickly hit him in the hand, so fast that he couldn't see it clearly.

As soon as he felt a pain in the back of his hand, his gun fell to the ground. Seeing that the other party resisted, Cowell suddenly became murderous, and he was just about to pick up the gun when he was hit on the head with a stick.

Immediately, Cowell was knocked unconscious with a bamboo stick. When he woke up again, he found himself locked in the basement, one of his hands and one foot chained.

The sandwich was cold, and the monk ate it himself, made one for him from scratch, poured him a glass of milk, and placed it beside him in a tray.

The basement is very small, it seems that it was just a warehouse, and the inside is very stuffy, only there is an iron window above the head to breathe, and you can see the outside.

In the corner of the room, a plastic bucket was also prepared for him, and the lid of the bucket was in front of a roll of toilet paper. He glanced at it, presumably for his convenience.

But the barrel was clean and not used once! Maybe it was the monk who saw that he had evil thoughts and that he was sexual. Love is too impulsive, and I want to lock him up here for reflection.

With a movement of his wrist, he tugged on the chain and tried it, and found that the other end was sealed with cement. He gave up, the length of the chain was only one meter, and nothing could be done.

And his current position, at least two or three meters away from the door of the room. In other words, if the monk didn't take the initiative to let him go, he would have no way to leave.

On one wall, he saw some crayon drawings of a family of three. It was drawn by a child, and the appearance of the person was very simple.

They were holding hands, all three of them were smiling, and there was a tree drawn next to it, a small house, and on the far right, a big dog.