It can be seen that there should have been a banquet, or a ball, or even a wedding celebration here, because you can see a lot of ribbons and hanging colors on the walls. There are also a lot of eucalyptus tables and beautiful dinner plates on the floor.

However, the monks who fell to the ground wailed and struggled, the plates were broken and overturned, and all kinds of unknown fruits and drinks were thrown everywhere.

Song Wenbin was a little confused, to be honest, he was ready to fight with Huo Shang's life, but he didn't expect that after opening the door, he saw such a scene of Shura Hell, which made him feel like he was punching in the air, and he didn't know where to use his strength.

The other Hijra who had broken into the place were also unknown, and they looked at the wailing monks in amazement, and watched them cry out and roll in despair like maggots, as if they had been cursed.

Before opening the door, Nita covered her eyes from beginning to end, afraid to face such a real scene.

But when she heard the screams and opened her eyes, she was so shocked by the desperate appearance of these monks that she couldn't speak for a long time.

"It's... This is... What's going on...? ”

She asked Song Wenbin in astonishment.

Song Wenbin naturally didn't know what was going on, he slowly walked to the nearest monk and bent down to look at him.

The monk was struggling frantically with his dang, and when he saw someone coming, he grabbed Song Wenbin's calf and roared, "I... I'm below... I'm not responding below..."

The monk's face turned pale, and he grabbed Song Wenbin's arm like grasping the last straw, and cried frantically: "I don't react below... I didn't react......"

Song Wenbin didn't know what he was shouting again, so he looked at Nita.

After listening to this, Nita stammered and translated the monk's words.

Hijra and the members of the film crew were stunned when they heard the translation, and they didn't know what to say at all.

The monk cried out in despair, "I don't react...... Help me...... Help me...... Are you doctors...... Help me, help me, I'm below...... The ..... below me was like a dead eraser, so cold, so cold..... there was no reaction at all...... Doctor, I'm so cold, I'm so cold...... Help me..."

Song Wenbin didn't need to translate these words, he already understood what the other party meant, and at this time, a blue thing came into view.

Song Wenbin was shocked and picked up a blue box on the table.

The box was printed with a very strong European man with a business smile and a thumbs out, as if to imply something.

Director Bao Li came over with the camera, Song Wenbin took the box and put it under the camera, and muttered, "What kind of medicine is this?" ”

"Viagra." The director said.

Song Wenbin: ......

He took the box and looked at the mournful hall, and was a little in a trance for a while, "This... What's going on? What about the two men? ”

No one could answer his question.

He pulled the man who was clutching his leg and rolled in despair, and asked, "What about the two men who married the high priest?" ”

"Help me... Help me....I don't want to die...... I don't want to die......"

The monk didn't care what he was asking, grabbed his hand and cried out in despair.

", it's just not happening."

Song Wenbin said irritablely: "Do you want to die, tell me quickly, what about those two people!?" ”

"Doctor, I'm so cold..... I'm so cold..."

The monk said to himself: "I'm so cold....I...I'm dying of cold..... I'm really cold and dying..... help me..... help me.....

Seeing that the other party completely ignored him, Song Wenbin had no choice but to let go of the desperate monk and walk along the messy hall. As he walked through the hall, he saw a majestic statue of a three-headed and six-armed woman standing tall in the high dome, looking down on him.

It's completely different from the statues outside.

Song Wenbin stared at the statue, and the statue also looked at him majestically, as if hinting at him.

At this time, there was the sound of hurried footsteps in a side hall next to him, and Song Wenbin immediately turned his head to see that it was two girls running out of the side hall.

The girls looked to be adults, and they were both dressed in long dresses and looked like Indians. At this moment, one of them held a beautiful candlestick, and the other held a gilded vase, and hurried out.

When Song Wenbin saw them, he immediately grabbed one of the girls and asked sharply, "What are you doing here!?" ”

The two girls were taken aback, and the girl who was caught by him was even more frightened and knelt down on the spot, let go of the flower bottle and said, "Don't... Other... Don't catch me... I... I just watch... Look at the wrong position of this vase, give... Give me a seat... I don't have any other thoughts, I don't have any other thoughts......"

Song Wenbin's eyes narrowed after listening to Nita's translation.

The expressions and demeanors of the two were like the palace maids who secretly swept up their property from the palace after Chongzhen hanged himself. Obviously, they were all former saints of this temple.

Of course, Song Wenbin would not bother with them about such a as stealing things, and immediately asked: "I'm looking for someone here, looking for two girls, who are about the same age as you, one with white hair and one with yellow hair, have you seen them?" ”

After listening to the translation and learning that the other party was not here to find fault, the girl who was kneeling on the ground raised her head and asked with a shrunken voice: "Are you ..... you are here to find them?" ”

"Yes!"

Song Wenbin couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that they really had clues, and asked, "Where are they now?" ”

"They...... They taught us to dance and then we were gone. ”

The girl stammered.

"What, they taught you to dance and then disappeared??"

Song Wenbin was confused after hearing this.

"What kind of dance are you going to do?" Nita, who was interpreting on the side, couldn't help but ask.

The two girls glanced at each other, then got up and gave Song Wenbin a rough demonstration of dance.

Song Wenbin looked at it for a while, and the cold sweat on his head flowed down, good guy, isn't this the big pendulum that the well-known female anchor Mina will dance every night. To say that he has been on the live broadcast platform for many years, he has long been surprised by this kind of dancing.

"Why are they teaching you to do this?"

Song Wenbin gritted his teeth and asked.

"......I don't know," said one of the girls, "the yellow-haired one said that many people liked this dance, and the priest must have liked it too." He also said that we could stimulate the priests by dancing this way, so that the priests would drink more and take more medicine. ”

Song Wenbin wiped the cold sweat from his head, "Also... Anything else? ”

The white-haired man said...... After today, Angela's temple will be over....... if we go out, if we can't find a job, we can go to the online live broadcast and dance, and say that it will make a lot of money. The other girl said.

Song Wenbin was silent.

After listening to the statements of these two girls, I don't know why... He realized that there was a possibility...

Maybe he's worried about salty radish soup.

Two colleagues who can say such things...... Maybe...... Maybe he didn't need to save it at all...... Even...... He didn't even need his help......

This discovery... More or less his male self-esteem was somewhat frustrated.

"Just... After teaching you to finish the dance, there is nothing else, such as where they are going, do you know nothing? ”

Seeing that Song Wenbin's expression was a little distorted, the two girls were a little scared, and said, "They are the wives of the high priest of Ram, probably...... Now with the High Priest......"

"High Priest Ram?" Song Wenbin suddenly came to his senses, regained his purpose and motivation, and asked loudly, "Where is he!?" ”

"He'..... he's generally in this tower...... The highest yoga room meditation ...... But somehow...... He didn't come down today......"

As soon as Song Wenbin heard this, where could he take care of these two girls who stole the lampstand, pulled the escalator of the temple and rushed all the way up, shouting while rushing back: "Sutina! Huo Yu! ”

In a state of excitement, he ran very fast, and it didn't take long to run to the top of the temple, and it was also the top of the entire Angela temple. Quiet... Looking out from the windowsill of the yoga room, you can see the green nature, which is vast and boundless.

It's just that... In this almost perfect space, Song Wenbin did not find his two colleagues, he only saw a small figure lying on the ground, slowly squirming.

"Sutina...? Huo Yu...? ”

Song Wenbin walked up to the little figure with uneasy confusion and looked down at him.

This is a thin-haired, skinny old man, the old man has not much blood all over his body, gray and dry, only his eyes are bulging, his eyes are bloodshot, slowly crawling on the ground, while crawling back while whispering: "It's hard to get close to the Heavenly Mother...... I'm going to serve...... It's hard to get close to the Heavenly Mother...... I'm going to serve...... Kali Goddess ......"

Song Wenbin didn't know what he was talking about, to be honest, he was no longer angry now, and he only had a strong sense of uneasiness and fear, what happened to this guy? What happened to this temple? What did Sutina and Huo Yu do?

These questions go completely unanswered.

The wizened old man on the floor ignored him completely, crawled to an alcove, took out a vial of medicine from it tremblingly, and put it into his mouth tremblingly, but the pills crackled and scattered all over the ground because his hand was shaking.

He unwillingly prostrate on the ground, holding the medicine, sticking out his tongue and licking it in his mouth.

No matter how stupid Song Wenbin was, he could see that there was something wrong with the pill, so he immediately grabbed him and picked him up, shouting, "What about the two people!?" Where have they gone!? ”

"It's hard to get close to the Heavenly Mother..."

"It's hard to get close to the Heavenly Mother..."

"It's hard to get close to the Heavenly Mother..."

The old man looked at Song Wenbin and groaned out of breath.

Moaning as he squirts white foam out of his mouth.

The white foam, mixed with red blood, was extremely amazing.

Song Wenbin was frightened and quickly shook off his hand.

Seeing the thin old man foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground, his eyes bulging, and seeing the appearance of less air in and more breath, Song Wenbin couldn't help but shudder, and his whole body was cold. Where did he dare to stay in this place for long, almost as if he had fled from the top of the tower.

After escaping from the top of the tower, Jamagi and Nita chased after them from below, and Song Wenbin grabbed Nita and said, "Don't go in, don't go in!" The two weren't in there. ”

"Not in there?"

Nita was dragged down the tower by Song Wenbin and asked, "Then where did they go?" ”

Where did Song Wenbin know, it was really a hell.

When he went downstairs, he saw several women running in the other direction carrying the furniture of the temple. Song Wenbin estimated that there was probably more than one entrance and exit to this temple, so he ran over with the girls carrying the furniture.

Good guys, the more people run, the more people there are, and the back of the temple is full of girls, like ant colonies, scrambling to carry the things in the temple and pile them up in the backyard of the temple, and some girls are talking on the phone and contacting their families.

Song Wenbin followed the girls who were carrying things, and sure enough, he found the back door of the temple, which was already overcrowded, and all kinds of men and women on motorcycles gathered here, tying the things in the temple to the back seat, they were giggling and looking very happy.

Song Wenbin did not see Sutina and Huo Yu among these motorcyclists. Falling on a tree with a crooked neck next to him, he saw a bald man hanging upside down.

His feet and neck were tied to a tree, his head down, hanging in mid-air, and at the moment he was writhing and struggling frantically, trying to untie the rope, but his hands couldn't reach it. His face had turned the color of pig liver due to his head down.

But the men and women on motorcycles were just carrying things and passing under him, and no one paid any attention to his shouts, or even looked at him as if his existence was just a cloud of air.

The experience of just one hour was enough to subvert Song Wenbin's three views, and he walked under the tree with Nita and looked up at him.

The bald head on the tree saw that someone was finally looking at him, and couldn't help but cry out for help, "Help me... Hurry up and save me... Help me....put me down... Please...."

Song Wenbin asked, "Have you ever seen a white-haired woman and a yellow-haired woman?" ”

His words made the man hanging from the tree tremble wildly, the muscles on his face twitched wildly, his eyes were also full of despair, and he shouted, "Go!

”

Song Wenbin: "Gone?" Where did it go? ”

The bald head howled and cried, "Let's go!

The host is gone!

The master doesn't want me anymore!

”

After Nita translated in Song Wenbin's ear, Song Wenbin fell silent.

"The master lied to me!

The master said to save me!

The host said to give me endless pleasure!

The host also said that it was worth giving me existence!

But the master is gone!

The host took my Pinas with him!

”

"Who is the master, and who are you?" Song Wenbin asked.

"I'm a pig, I'm a pig, I'm a breeding pig..."

The bald priest laughed a little maniacly, and said, "The master is Pinas, the master is Pinas, hahahaha..." The master is gone... My Pinas is useless....my Pinas is up..... ahhhh

”

He was hung from a tree, screaming sharply and highly, in despair no different from the monks in the temple.

Until now, Song Wenbin still didn't know what this bald head was howling about, but he still couldn't get the whereabouts of Huo Yu and Sutina from these people.

At this moment, the phone shook slightly.

Song Wenbin picked up his phone and looked at it.

It turned out to be a small group of three people who were temporarily pulled, and there was a reply in it, and the reply was still two voices.

"Damn, don't you call me when you get married?"

"Lao Tzu will pay this money today!"

"Here you go." The white-haired avatar replied in a voice.

The direct avatar said.

Song Wenbin listened to the two voices blankly.

At first, he felt joy. Incomparably joyful, because of the relaxed tone of the two colleagues, but immediately after, he felt humiliated, incomparably humiliated.

】

Fuck you...

"Fuck me!

”

Song Wenbin shouted filial piety at his mobile phone.

He couldn't imagine how these two people walked out unharmed, and even ...... Even...... He shuddered, and subconsciously looked at the temple behind him, just walking from the inside, it was enough to make people feel excited, God knows what those two people did.

However, at this time, something even more incredible happened, and a group of Hijra came out of the temple under the leadership of Jamaji, the mother of Hijra.

At this moment, the group of Haiji surrounded him, and they looked at him with indescribable awe in their eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" Song Wenbin had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Is this what you can do to turn someone into Hijra without having to be high?" Jamagi said something that Song Wenbin didn't understand.

“what？”

"I see, I'm underestimating you, sister. No... King of Hijra. She said reverently.

"Huh??" Song Wenbin didn't understand.

I saw Jamaji retreating, pointing at Song Wenbin, and shocked: "Hijra's curse is real!"

You are the proof!

”

All Hijra raised their hands and looked at him with unparalleled adoration.

"King of Hijra!

”

As they shouted, they lay down, and some even hugged his legs and kissed his toes.

Song Wenbin shuddered, frightened by these people's unbelievable actions, "What are you doing!"

Don't be disgusting...."

The men and women who moved the house on the side saw a group of people lying in front of Song Wenbin inexplicably, and they immediately became interested, unlike the screaming priest who was hanging above their heads, they ran to Hijra one after another, and asked curiously.

After being questioned, the Hijra people who were crawling around Song Wenbin couldn't wait to talk excitedly.

And after listening to what the Hijra people had to say, none of the people around looked Song Wenbin up and down with shocked eyes.

Song Wenbin felt that his brain was no longer enough.

"What the hell are you talking about!

He asked Nita, "What the hell are they talking about!?" ”

"And they said, Thou hast cursed them, and thy curse hath been fulfilled." Nita whispered.

Song Wenbin: "WTF? ”

Nita looked at Song Wenbin with a complicated expression: "I heard you say with my own ears, you said that if they don't obey, you will give them a curse on Hijra." Now, all the priests in the entire Angela temple have lost the ability to reproduce as men. ”

Song Wenbin looked at Nita, his mouth wide open enough to fit an egg.

"I apologize for what I said earlier, Yan, I misjudged you. You're not a man, you're not a liar, you're a real Hijra, Hijra in Hijra, a Hijra with mana, you're ———"

A group of Hijra looked at Song Wenbin, prostrate on the ground with a brush, and the mountains shouted and shouted: "King of Hijra!"

”