"Really?"
The old voice outside the door seemed to swallow saliva, and it was full of lust.
Zhang Jinmei heard it, although her hands and feet were soft now, and she couldn't move at all, she still heard the voice clearly in her ears.
She cried, and millions of regrets welled up in her heart, regretting that she had left home alone, and that she had now broken into the devil's cave.
She wished that she hadn't made such a ridiculous move, in order to test her husband's sincerity to herself, but in the end she ended up like this.
But before Zhang Jinmei could think about it, the door opened, and three uneven figures stood at the door, their eyes all fixed on her, and there was a lewd light that did not match the identity of the monks.
The old monk closed the door, tidied up the messy monk's robe on his body, and then paced to the side room with satisfaction, poured himself a cup of tea, and slowly sipped it.
It wasn't until a pot of tea was eaten that the young monk and the young monk came out of Zhang Jinmei's room one after another and sat down next to the old monk with a tired face.
"How is she?"
The old monk asked casually.
"That medicine is very powerful, when my senior brother and I came out, she couldn't say a word, she only knew how to cry."
The little monk laughed and drank tea by himself.
The old monk nodded with satisfaction, "That's good, it won't take much effort to get her for a while, unlike the old mother in front, who died when she died, and splashed the old monk's robe with blood, pickled through, and didn't wash it after washing it several times." ” The young monk put down the cup in his hand and slowly leaned his head over, "Master, wouldn't it be a pity to kill her like this, it's so easy to come to such a peugeot little lady, just play for a few more days, and when she can't stand it anymore, it's not too late to die." ” Hearing him say this, the little monk on the side also hurriedly echoed, "What Senior Brother said is very true, Master, let's keep her for a few more days, do you think it's okay?"
” The old monk waved his hand again and again, "No, there are only three of us in the temple, if one of us accidentally doesn't look at someone and runs away, then our affairs will be exposed."
Speaking of this, he glanced at the young monk with some resentment, "As a teacher, you can't compare to your blood, and it is useless to keep her for a few more days, it is better to kill it as soon as possible." ” The young monk wanted to argue, but he didn't dare to disobey the master's orders, hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed and whispered, "Okay, everything is up to the master, and when the night gets dark, let's pull her to the backyard and strangle her." ” It was late at night, and the snow in the sky had not stopped, but compared with the day, it was already much smaller, and the snowflakes turned into snow particles, dripping down on the ground, and the courtyard was full of "rustling" sounds.
After the old monk was full of wine and food, he came to the backyard wearing a hat to see if the two apprentices had disposed of the little lady's body.
But as soon as I turned the corner, I saw the apprentices still standing on the edge of the vegetable field, and next to Zhang Jinmei, who was wrapped in a straw mat.
She had already woken up, and her big black eyes were looking at the situation in front of her in horror, and her hands and feet were bound with hemp rope, and her mouth was stuffed with a rag, even though she was so frightened that she could not do anything.
The old monk walked impatiently towards the two apprentices who had their backs to him, "Why are your hands and feet so slow, it's been half an hour, I thought she was already dead." ” "This little lady looks gentle, but in fact her temperament is very tight, and the strength of the medicine is almost over, both of us almost didn't get her, and it took half a day to kidnap people."
The young monk replied without replying, his voice was a little indistinct, and when it reached the old monk's ears, it had been torn into pieces by the wind.
"Anyway, let's strangle her to death, it'll be fine sooner rather than later."
The old monk glanced at Zhang Jinmei, and saw that her face was pale with fright, her body trembled, and there was suddenly a trace of imperceptible pity in her heart.
But the thought soon drifted away with the wind, for he found that the two apprentices had not looked back, and not only that, but their elbows were bent and they seemed to have something in their hands.
It's not a rope that people use, and the rope doesn't need to be so strenuous to hold.
At the same time as this thought popped up in his mind, the man had already walked behind the little monk, patted him lightly on his tense shoulder, and asked loudly, "Apprentice, are you holding a shovel in your hand?"
Isn't it going to be a rope?
What do you do with it?
” The little monk was slapped by him like this, and the whole person almost jumped up, and he turned his head tremblingly, "Master" Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a cold wind sweeping beside him, and a sharp axe wrapped in snowflakes slashed straight at the old monk, smashing on his shriveled left side of his face at once, cutting off half of his chin.
Blood sprayed the little monk's face, he howled, dropped the shovel in his hand, took a few steps back, shivered all over, and looked at the old monk who had not yet fallen in a daze.
The old monk seemed to have just felt pain, he touched half of his broken face in surprise, stiffened his neck and turned his head, looked at the young monk holding the axe, and said a few words intermittently with only half of his mouth left, "Why do you want to kill as a teacher" The young monk was also stunned by the scene in front of him, but he quickly came back to his senses and shouted at the little monk who was standing aside, "Quick, junior brother, kill this old donkey, we have been bullied by him for so many years, and now it's time for revenge." ” The little monk was stunned and trembled and wanted to pick up the shovel on the ground, but he was so nervous that he scratched his fingers a few times, but he couldn't grasp it accurately.
Seeing this, the young monk picked up the shovel and stuffed it into his hand, "Senior brother, have you forgotten what this old beast did to you when you first came?"
I let you work day and night, not to mention, and even take you to vent your desires, now you can't be soft-hearted. ” Hearing these words, there was a "boom" in the little monk's mind, and one of the tendons seemed to be suddenly broken.
He jerked up the shovel in his hand and smashed it into the head of the old monk, who was already exhausted and half-kneeling in the snow.
In the midst of the flying flesh, he heard Zhang Jinmei's frightened "whining", which was like a piece of iron, instantly blocking his heart to death, leaving him no respite.
Soon, however, the feeling of repression vanished, replaced by a hint of exaltation that perked into his heart, as he had done every time he had killed someone.
He slowly opened his blood-covered eyes, looked at the broken old body on the ground, and suddenly kicked it viciously, "Old thing, you really don't regret dying. ”