Ha Giang City, Ha Giang Province, Vietnam. Inside a huge temple. Half of the temple was full of sunlight, and half of it was out of sight.

The Buddha statue is only half exposed, and you can see the Buddha's upright hands and thick lips, one eye looking at the ground, and half of the face in the light looks indescribably weird.

"Big brother, big brother, I know it's wrong, I don't dare anymore!!" There was no one in the light in that half, but from the other half of the darkness came the constant sound of begging for mercy.

A pair of leather shoes stepped on the floor, and a half-kneeling man crawled desperately from the darkness into the sun......

"Please."

"Big brother, please." The man's hair was soaked with sweat and dripping to the floor, and his eyes were full of pleading.

The man standing was dressed in a dark gray gown and had a slender figure, half of his body emerging from the darkness into the sunlight.

It just echoes the half of the Buddha's face.

"Spare me, spare me......"

"Give me one more chance." The man pleaded and looked at the standing man: "Give me one last chance, I will definitely kill Jiang Yang, definitely!" ”

"Hahaha......" the man let out a horrified sound

The laughter seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, his neck lifted, and a flame of fire was tattooed from under the gray robe to his chin.

"Opportunity." Half of the man's face was exposed to the sun, and his skin was fair without a trace of blood. Although there is only half of it, it still shows the facial features carved like a knife, and it is very handsome.

His hair was long, wet, like sweat. Raise your right hand, and there is a white powder on it, like a mass the size of a fingernail.

The bridge of the man's nose is high, like a Westerner. When the tip of the nose approached the white powder, I sucked it down hard.

"Uh......" The man closed his eyes hard, and his whole body shook slightly back and forth, as soft as a fish.

His head was raised higher, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly.

"Brother Yang." The man underground was even more panicked, sitting on the ground and constantly retreating, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying thing.

"Well...... that's called

The man of "Brother Yang" straightened up and trembled, and his mouth opened slightly. When he opened his eyes, he was at first confused, as if he was half-drunk.

Until his pupils gradually focused, and he began to have a hint of madness.

"Click."

"Click." In two steps, his body went from half darkness to sunlight. At this time, I finally saw his whole picture.

With a figure of more than one meter and eight meters, he looks extraordinarily slender and straight. Half of his hair hung down on his shoulders, and the gray kaftan showed off the strong muscles on his chest, and the various totemic tattoos on the skin could be clearly seen.

The most conspicuous thing is the flame. Extends from the waist to the neck. At some point, he reached for a gun in his right hand.

Pitch black pistol.

"Brother Yang." The man on the ground was frightened and crawled out desperately.

"He Ran."

"Yang Heran!!" The man's face was bloodless, and he roared loudly: "I am your brother, a brother who grew up with you since childhood!" ”

"You can't do this to me!!" Yang Heran raised his feet and kept approaching the man, his tongue kept licking his lips, as if he was very thirsty.

The body is weak and weak, but the face is full of enjoyment. It seems to be asleep, and it seems to be half-asleep.

That kind of demeanor is very much like a sleepwalker. A sleepwalker who knows what he's doing. As he walked, he loaded the bullet.

Raising his arm, he pointed his gun at the man who was sitting on the ground struggling.

"You're crazy!"

"Are you going to kill me!" The man's leather shoe had been kicked off in a hurry, and his white socks were stained with mud on the floor of the temple.

"Brother, I was wrong! I know it's wrong! ”

"You let me go, let me go!!" As soon as the words fell.

"Bang !!" A gunshot rang out, and a black-red hole appeared in the man's chest, gurgling out of blood.

Followed by.

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

"Bang !!" Several gunshots rang out in succession, and the man's throat could no longer make any sound. Yang Heran raised his feet and took two more steps, and sat weakly on the man's chest, his gray robe stained with blood.

"Run." His voice was very soft, grabbed the man's hair, put his mouth on his ear, and said lightly, "Keep running." "That's already a dead man.

But he didn't seem to notice it at all.

"If you do something wrong, you will be punished."

"It's your dad's house rules, and that's what he taught me." Yang Heran rode on the person who was no longer breathing, his consciousness was blurred, his body swayed slightly, and he said weakly: "When you come out to do things, you must abide by the rules." Then, a pistol was pointed at his chest again.

"Bang!!" The last gunshot rang out, echoing throughout the Buddhist hall. The sound was very loud, and in the spider web above the temple, a black spider gave up the insect it had just caught, and quickly fled along the spider web.

It was quiet. I don't know how long it took. The man named Yang Heran slowly opened his eyes and looked around first.

Raise your left hand and comb your long, loose hair back to the back of your head. The pupils focused again, looking at the man lying under the ground, gradually returning from a blurry color to a somewhat normal color.

Then he looked down, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. Bullet casings scattered on the ground, guns in hand, and the corpse that was completely out of breath and turned cold.

"Uh......" he stood up and shook his head helplessly. Staggering, he didn't seem to have much strength, and took two steps back softly.

He sniffed hard twice, looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "You should run." ”

"It's good now." Yang Heran shook his neck: "I won't be able to run anymore." "Above the head of the Buddha hall, there is a bell ringing constantly.

I don't know why. Outside, there was the sound of monks chanting sutras, as if some kind of ritual was being performed. In the Buddha hall, the big Buddha was solemn and quietly watched everything that happened in the Buddha hall.

Yang Heran raised his head and looked into the eyes of the Buddha statue. Turning to face the Buddha statue, he straightened his clothes.

He threw the pistol over the corpse, then folded his hands and bowed deeply. At this time, he became a devout believer again.

Footsteps rang out the door. Four armed men entered quickly and stood behind Yang Heran.

"Big brother." As soon as the voice fell, Yang Heran suddenly turned around and put a finger on his lips.

"Shh......h Only then did Yang Heran turn around, lift his sore neck vigorously, and wave his hand back irritably.

The four of them immediately understood and kept retreating. Pick up the corpse and begin to sweep the floor quickly. It wasn't until he exited the door that he stopped and carried the corpse away.

Yang Heran's body staggered and looked up at the big Buddha. Extend three fingers and place them gently on your forehead.

First the eyebrows, then the left shoulder, the right shoulder, muttered softly.

"Amen." …… Huaxia, Huazhou. Inside a huge Buddhist hall. The sun shines just right, and it fills the entire hall.

In front of the huge Buddha statue, there was a man standing straight, looking very small in front of the Buddha statue with his head raised.

Jiang Yang stood with his hands in his hands, just standing there quietly. The Buddha statue is kind, kind, and seems to be smiling, with eyes looking at the tiny person on the ground.

He was looking at the Buddha.