I never expected these Tibetans to commit suicide outside, and I can't believe that this kind of thing would happen in today's society. The scene in front of me can only be seen in the anti-Japanese TV series, some stupid Japanese samurai, in order to be loyal to the so-called bullshit emperor, chose to commit suicide by caesarean section after the end, but this kind of thing happened in that era It was normal, because those Japanese were very two. But these Tibetans make me incomprehensible, they are already a harmonious society, why do they have to do this, who are they loyal to?

I absolutely believe that their suicide is not because they want to save the white-haired old man in front of them, let alone because the old prostitute said it, so I have reason to think that they are completing a mission, and this mission should be related to this wooden building.

They weren't bowing to us, they weren't bowing to the white-haired old man, they were bowing to this wooden building, I don't know what this was for, but I'm sure it must not be simple.

"My day, old man, what's going on? They really saved you by caesarean section. The old prostitute said.

The white-haired old man didn't speak, his eyes were always staring at the corpses of those Tibetans, and then the little wolf woke up again, and said in a weak voice, "Medicine." ”

I came to my senses and immediately went to the medicine bottle on the little wolf's body, seeing that his current condition was not very good, and after finding the medicine bottle, I gave him three pills in a row. Just as I was feeding the little wolf medicine, the white-haired old man looked at me and said, "It's useless, he was hit by the Western Regions Qi Xiangsan, and it is a miracle that he can survive until now." ”

The old prostitute punched the white-haired old man in the abdomen, and then asked, "Damn, where is the antidote?" ”

The white-haired old man coughed twice and said, "There is no antidote, and those who fall for the Qixiangsan of the Western Regions will definitely die." The person who is poisoned by this kind of poison can only be still and unable to move to save his life, but he just did it with me, and the poison has traveled all over the body, so he is no longer saved. ”

"Put your mother's stinky fart, what kind of poison did you give to this Western Regions?" The old prostitute asked, dragging the white-haired old man.

"It's not."

"You didn't do it, so who the hell ordered it?" The old prostitute asked.

"It," the white-haired old man said, gesturing to it.

As soon as he finished speaking, he put his neck on the old prostitute's scimitar and rubbed it hard, wanting to kill himself. The old prostitute saw that this guy was going to kill himself, so she quickly dodged the knife, and then kicked the white-haired old man in the back, directly kicking him to the ground, and then the old prostitute made a move to Taishan to press the top and pressed on the white-haired old man's body. He quickly untied the white-haired old man's cloth trouser belt, and directly tied his hands and feet together.

After tying up, the old prostitute squatted in front of the white-haired old man, looked at him and said, "Old man, you can't die yet, let the words be clear before you die, what do you mean by pointing to it and saying that it is poisoned?" Do you mean there are people up there, or do you mean this wooden building? ”

No matter how the old prostitute asked, the white-haired old man just refused to speak, and the little wolf's state did not improve, and his face was still so ugly.

"Fuck, old man, don't be embarrassed, you will make Lao Tzu anxious, and Lao Tzu will break up your old bones." The old prostitute stared at him viciously, but the white-haired old man still didn't say anything, and the old prostitute stomped her feet in place angrily, and continued with a scolding scolding: "You are a fucking old man, if it weren't for your old age, I would have torn you apart a long time ago." Okay, if you don't say yes, then I'll go up and see for myself. ”

When the old prostitute had just walked a few steps out of the city, the white-haired old man immediately said to me: "Please don't go up, that will only bring disaster, if you insist on going up, then please kill me." ”

Although he didn't tell me that there would be a disaster, when I heard him say this, I felt a sense of urgency, and I also had doubts in my heart, whether to listen to him to stop the old prostitute from going up. Instead of making a decision immediately, I looked at the white-haired old man and asked, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Stop him, I'll tell you." The white-haired old man said eagerly.

I immediately called out to the old prostitute and asked him to come over and listen, and the old prostitute came back and said: "My god, old man, you said that you are cheap or not, now I don't want to ask you, you fucking want to say it, if you have something to say, don't delay Lao Tzu to make a fortune." ”

"Open my clothes, and look at my shoulders."

After hearing what he said, the old prostitute immediately stepped forward and ripped off the clothes on his shoulders, revealing his shoulders. I saw that on the left shoulder of the white-haired old man, there was a tattoo the size of a one-dollar coin. I didn't know what I could see from standing, so I had to crouch down and take a closer look, and just by looking at it, I was attracted by the pattern on his left shoulder.

It was a skeleton, a living skeleton, I had never seen such a realistic tattoo, it was as if a skeleton had shrunk and fitted into his shoulder. The first time I saw this skeleton, I had a feeling of familiarity, but I just couldn't remember where I had seen it, in short, it was very familiar.

As I looked at it, I asked, "What are you letting us see the tattoos for?" Does this mean anything? ”

"Cut off my skin and see, and you'll understand." The white-haired old man said in a low voice.

"My god, old man, what kind of deception are you playing, and you want to die? You won't tell us so honestly, so let's go upstairs and see for yourself. With that, the old prostitute walked towards the wooden staircase inside.

"Trust me, cut off my skin, and you'll understand."

Although I didn't understand what the white-haired old man meant, I could see from his eyes that he was sincere and not fooling us, so I made a bold decision. Immediately called out to the old prostitute and went to get the scimitar in his hand. I was just about to pick up the old prostitute's scimitar, but the old prostitute immediately took a step back and said, "Oh my god, aren't you, tell me what you want to do first?" ”

"Listen to him, cut off that piece of skin and see."

The old prostitute looked at me strangely for a moment, and then asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" I nodded at the old prostitute, and he continued: "Then I'll come, if you use the knife, maybe it will hurt him to death." ”

The old prostitute looked at the white-haired old man with a scimitar and said, "Bear with it, it will be soon." ”

I saw that the old prostitute stabbed the tattooed skin, and the speed of the old prostitute was indeed very fast, so that the skin had been cut off, and the blood had not yet flowed out, and it was only bleeding after a second.

Although the white-haired old man did not let out a cry of pain, the cold sweat on his face had already revealed that he was enduring the heart-rending pain. I can understand how he feels now, ten fingers are still connected to the heart, let alone a piece of skin.

The old prostitute put the cut piece of skin flat on the scimitar for me to see, I just glanced at it and felt that something was wrong, and immediately squatted down to look at the left shoulder of the white-haired old man, and after a closer look, it was not wrong, the old prostitute cut off the skin of the skeleton tattoo, but the tattoo on the skin disappeared.

The old prostitute pointed to the white-haired old man's right shoulder and shouted in surprise, "Fuck, why did you change the place?" ”

I looked in the direction of the old prostitute's finger, and the skull the size of a coin actually ran to the right shoulder of the white-haired old man. I immediately asked very strangely, "Damn, what's going on?" ”

"It's not a tattoo, it's a curse." The white-haired old man replied in a low voice.