If it weren't for Pippi's bald head in the tire and flew straight back to the hotel room from the window, I really don't know if I would have swaggered back through the city in the middle of the night with such a "black sugar gourd". I'm also amazed why I got my bald head back to the hotel at this moment, maybe at this moment I have had a subtle emotional change in my heart that I can't speak, if I don't know it, before I become a mortal, I might have thrown him into a corner of the street at this moment, and maybe I would have beaten him up and sent him to the police station.

Pippi and I sat on the carpet opposite the couch, holding our right hand on our cheek and staring silently at the bald head waiting for him to wake up. I was surprised that I had touched the carotid artery of my bald head before, and it was still beating - there was also blood flow, and I had never carefully examined my body before.

Seriously, I'm worried at the moment, and I'm constantly searching for ways to get my bald head out of the tire for a while. It is not so easy for ordinary knives to separate the tires of this car, and I am afraid that the bald head will be accidentally disemboweled, and if it is burned, I am afraid that the bald head will be cremated together, and the heat will expand and contract...... This seems to be a good idea, I can soak the bald head in a bathtub filled with cold water, and maybe he can come out when it is cold, but the tires look two centimeters embedded in the flesh, and I don't know if the expansion rate of the rubber is so large. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel anxious, I was really a little afraid of what would happen if I got someone's life, or how it would end up if I really couldn't get my bald head.

Before I could finish my thoughts, Pipsqueak stood up with an impatient "sigh...... and ran to the bathroom, filled the tooth jar with water, strode out, and shouted in front of the bald head, and then vigorously sprayed water on the bald head's face. This traditional and commonplace trick really worked, and before the water was sprayed, the bald head violently closed his eyes and shook his head, and then his body began to struggle.

"!" The bald head that had just come back to his senses during the struggle and was trapped by the tire subconsciously burst into a foul mouth, and it was in Chinese.

"You've been in China for more than 200 years, and you just dragged English with me, and you still remember how to say it in English. This time it's exposed, why don't you **, shit change to fuck?" I was amused by the word "fuck" on the bald head, and after curling up on my knees, I put my chin on my knees and taunted the bald head. I wanted to interrogate the bald head first, but I changed my mind for the time being, maybe I hadn't thought about interrogating him at all.

"There's a kind of you let me go! What kind of skill is this!" the bald and authentic Beijing accent yelled at me.

"I don't have the ability to put you in this tire, how did I trap you in this tire? Tell me about my ability, you don't know if you know where you come from, how can you fight if you are defeated!" I continued to sneer at the bald head.

"I sue you, if you don't stop now, you'll pay the price for what you do now and regret it, young man!" the bald head didn't pay attention to me, but threatened.

"I regret it? You should find out first, you attacked me first, okay?! I went to my friend, and you started beating me for no reason, why are you?!" I was a little angry by the bald words.

"It's not as simple as you think, maybe you should have been that simple, but in short, you have to figure out one truth: not all the consequences you can afford. I can also see that you are not the person I want to deal with, just now it was only because your force field was too strong and misled me, so I did it to you. But now that I see it, you're going to be a **, hurry up and release me!" The bald head actually scolded me, that authentic Beijing Mandarin, if I don't look at my face, it's really difficult for me to piece together with a white man.

"**Who is scolding**, you **!" Although I was a little blinded by the bald head's words, but when I heard the bald head scolding me, I still got up angrily and rushed to his side, slapped and scolded.

I didn't dodge the slap on my head, which was a bit unexpected for me, so I didn't do a second slap. His eyes stared at me coldly, his eyes were no longer the pale yellow of Lin Feng's, they were already close to golden yellow, slightly lighter than mine. Although I was stunned by the cold light in his eyes, I still cursed calmly and turned back to my original position to continue to look at him.

After a while, the bald head stared at me a little loose, and I also felt that I had done a little too much, after all, as the old saying goes, "hitting people doesn't hit the face", hesitantly, I turned my face away from the bald head and looked aside and said, "I'm sorry, I did a little too much." ”

The bald head obviously didn't expect me to apologize to him, and after being stunned for a moment, the bald head said calmly: "You are the first person who is ready to let him live after hitting me in the face, young man, you still have good thoughts in your heart, don't kill anymore." ”

Kill?!

I was fooled again by the bald words.

"Abbot, are you a foreign monk? In China for more than 200 years, you have been staying in Wutai Mountain, or what's wrong?! No wonder you shaved your head...... "The words of the bald head are so funny, these lines that can only be heard in TV dramas and movies are coming out of the mouth of a foreigner in front of me at this moment. Pipsqueak next to me blinked wide-eyed, still looking at me in confusion, and I didn't know if he would understand my joke at this time.

The bald head shook his head with a sigh, and after a while, he asked earnestly, "Do you know why I spoke English to you just now?"

I shook my head and stared at the bald head for an answer, which I don't understand right now.

"Do you know how heavy the aura of the Mortal Soul weighs at the moment?"

I still shook my head.

"You have definitely not been sublimated for more than a year. The bald head whispered but affirmed.

I stretched out my right index finger and replied quickly, "Not necessarily in a week." ”

The bald head frowned, and continued: "But the breath on your body may not be there for hundreds of years. Sue me, how many people did you kill and how much blood did you drink?"

"What?!Killing?!I'm killing someone if I have a heavy breath!" I was furious by the bald head again.

This is only possible if you suck a lot of fresh human blood. Okay, no matter what, I don't think you're at the point of being incurable. How did you sublimate, sue me. The bald head didn't change his tone because of my anger, and asked calmly.

After sighing, I lit a cigarette, holding Pippi in my right hand and holding a cigarette in my left hand, looking at my bald head, I began to tell him what happened during this time, maybe I wanted to solve the doubts in my heart. In this strange society, I don't know what role I am playing, and I don't know whether I am evil or good in the evaluation criteria of this society at the moment. Faced with the bald head in front of me, the second person I know who can chat, my only choice is to get some information from him, whether it's true or not.