Behind the waist, something is arching, but it is obviously not his hand. Her scalp went numb for a moment: "What... is it moving?" He released her and touched the surroundings.
"Rat." Cheng Muyun told her calmly.
Her face changed.
"Afraid?" he continued quietly.
She clenched her teeth and tried to overcome the cold war all over her body. She couldn't let him take it lightly. What was a mouse? But this time, it wasn't just one place that was moving... it was a lot, running around, jumping up and down. She shoved him violently, rolled out of the grass in a panic, screamed in embarrassment, and ran five or six steps away, still shivering. too disgusting…
Cheng Muyun stood up straight.
Obviously she had forgotten that she was in the virgin forest, clutching in the grass and watching countless unknown creatures crawling past, she could numbly pretend that there was nothing. Now, when returning to civilized society, all goes to zero.
"There is a temple here to worship mice," he said, admiring her expression of fear, "there are tens of thousands of them, and mice are like gods to them. Every day, believers go to worship and eat with these mice. Live together. So there is a serious rat infestation around here."
He turned and walked towards the second-story brick building. The meaning is obvious. If you don't want to be bitten off by a mouse or something, just follow.
Wen Han exhaled softly and followed in his footsteps. There is no light in the brick building, it seems that there is no electricity? This reminded her of the days in Nepal, a country where electricity is only available for a few hours a day in many poor places, as if she had been to a holy place in her previous life.
"Don't look at the rooms with no doors on both sides," his shadow reminded her in a low voice in Russian before two steps. "This is where the manor's lord provides ascetic monks."
"Ascetic?" Wen Han immediately remembered that he had encountered an ascetic's luo body parade in India a month ago. It was so special that it was difficult to see it directly. They slept on steel beds and practiced by torturing their own bodies. There were even ascetic monks with long knives piercing the man's lower body, walking naked in front of the crowd of onlookers.
She was in the hallway, and thinking about it made the whole house feel gloomy.
When they reached the staircase at the end of the corridor, Wen Han asked softly, "Why do you want to live here? Not with us?" The place where she and several of his friends were arranged had a good environment. She also heard from the servant that the owner of the manor was one of the richest people in the country.
"I am a monk and don't live in a place that is too comfortable," he said.
All right.
Wen Han thought, at least she had seen him splitting a fierce Tibetan mastiff with his bare hands.
This man has already broken the killing ring, and he has also broken the... lust ring.
The second floor is an open platform with no corridors at all. With modern fitness equipment, you can use it as a full-floor gym. However, except for a wooden bed in the corner, there is a long table, a few chairs, and nothing superfluous.
When they went up, Fu Ming was biting the white bandage and tied his arm. In his hand, he put the dagger upside down on the long wooden table.
Cheng Muyun pulled a chair across the table and sat down: "Go and sit on the bed." He said this to Wen Han.
Wen Han followed her words and sat down cautiously. She sniffed out that this space was very dangerous.
As if the two were not brothers, but - enemies.
There were candles on the table, and through the weak candlelight, she saw that there was blood on Fu Ming's shirt. Could it be that the wound on Cheng Muyun's face was caused by Fu Ming just now
Fu Ming took out a flat glass wine bottle from behind his waist: "Drink?"
Cheng Muyun shook his head: "I don't want to relapse."
"The great monk," Fu Ming stared at Cheng Muyun's face in the dark through the shaking candle, "Among these four people, are we the first to know each other?"
"good."
"Even the eldest son of this manor was rescued by the two of us at the beginning?"
"good."
"Nineteen years old, I have known you since I was nineteen years old," Fu Ming raised his head, took a sip of wine, and narrowed his eyes slightly. His overly soft face had indefinable lines, and in the spirit of spirits and candles, , with a sense of charm, "It was you who persuaded me, believed you, and let me betray my sister. You said you would save her, but in the end she was executed? Do you remember?"
"Remember."
"Tell me, where did you promise me to save her?"
"Leaving the sea of karma is redemption."
"And what about yourself? You were in Moscow, and when you were a teenager, you were not a clean person. You should have known that my sister was forced!"
"That's why I've been in prison, according to the law. That's why I ordained a monk. No one knows better than you. I started to observe the precepts when I was fifteen years old." It's not like the kind of flirtatiousness with Wen Han.
This is Cheng Muyun on the other side.
This is... what Fu Ming said, to really understand a man, is the shortcut through his brother
Fu Ming was suddenly silent, and continued to drink until the liquid in the small square bottle in his hand was finished, put down the empty bottle, and stood up: "Ten years ago, you said that you can leave, and these words have only been given a chance to clarify today. .Come on, go on."
Fu Ming took off his shirt, threw it on the chair, took out the dagger on the table, and bowed all over, like the most primitive beast, ready to go.
"Aren't you tired?" Cheng Muyun was actually smiling.
Fu Ming lifted his chin: "Have fun."
Cheng Muyun spread his hands, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, stood up, and tightened the belt buckle: "You know me, I never do anything to my brother."
Fu Ming laughed and laughed: "Brother? Have you been a monk for ten years? You and I are no longer brothers."
Fu Ming swooped up, without saying a word. Cheng Muyun carried his arm a few times and was kicked in the abdomen by him, the silver dagger slashed along his abdomen and slashed to his left shoulder—
"Ah!" Wen Han screamed.
The silver light reflected the candlelight, and a bloodstain was drawn under Cheng Muyun's collarbone. The two separated for a second, Cheng Muyun licked his lower lip, touched the wound, and the blood on his hand.
Fu Ming was licking the blade with the tip of his tongue.
Wen Han was frightened.
She couldn't believe that Cheng Muyun really didn't fight back, but Fu Ming really did.
She stood up subconsciously.
"Sit down!" Cheng Muyun said in a deep voice.
Before he finished speaking, Fu Ming bullied him again, and this time it was no longer a short fight. Wen Han's heart became cold when he saw it not far away, as if every moment of silver light flashed, Cheng Muyun would be killed by the sword. He didn't fight back, he really only had to parry.
Fu Ming didn't have any intention of evading him. He turned his hand back and the dagger's blade was pressed against his collarbone.
Fu Ming knelt down beside him on one knee, leaned down, and his voice came out a little bit between his teeth: "Cheng Muyun, you are not a god, your wrong judgment is a life! Have you ever thought that as long as you see the wrong inner ghost, you will be killed? If I kill one of my own people, it's fine for me to die, but what about others? There's still a child there!" He pointed to Xiao Zhuang, who was not yet twenty years old, who was chosen by Fu Ming himself a few years ago.
"If you don't do this, more people will die. I don't want you to be like me ten years ago, watching countless brothers die in front of you." Cheng Muyun's voice was also very low.
The person in front of him is a brother, not a brother.
This is the person Cheng Muyun has known for the longest time, the man who has been with him for the longest time, and the person he personally entrusted to him ten years ago. But it was also because of himself that Fu Ming lost his sister.
Each of the four people in the manor has a different story with Cheng Muyun. Yes, each of them has exchanged their hearts for their lives.
"Then let me kill you, okay?" Fu Ming's voice was lower and softer, "I will use my method to find that person, so that there won't be so many casualties. The people here have one more ghost. I will be reluctant, I am not as hard-hearted as you."
Cheng Muyun frowned, it seemed that Fu Ming was really angry.
In the fight just now, his tactics were chaotic and he completely lost his composure. Normally, his level will not be much different from his own—
"Fu Ming!" A scream.
Fu Ming turned his head reflexively and received a slap.
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At this time, Meng Liangchuan was sitting on the windowsill, and suddenly extinguished the cigarette butt.
No, there is a problem with the data.
He was so happy to deduce yesterday that he didn't even think of a problem, that is age. Whether it was Zhou Ke who died, or the teenager who covered Cheng Muyun on the train, or even the girl who got in touch with Cheng Muyun in Kathmandu and vaccinated tourists for rabies in the camp, they were all too young.
It is impossible to participate in what happened ten years ago.
So, Cheng Muyun is not only cleaning up people from ten years ago? Because of Zhou Ke's death, he found that the newcomers he had absorbed in the past ten years also had problems
Meng Liangchuan leaned against the wall of the small house where he lived.
One of those four people is the current person in charge, Fu Yiming, who is also Fu Ming. He and Cheng Muyun, one is the person in charge today, and the other is the leader of the past. Could these two... be a big problem with this
However, there was nothing he could do to help.
What is and will happen in that wall, I am afraid that even Cheng Muyun himself cannot predict.