Then Tryndamere picked up his butcher knife and chopped it fiercely at Li Mingyao's chest.
"Slow down!" I saw Tryndamere raising his knife to chop fiercely. Before his knife even touched Li Mingyao, I had to yell, "Brother, with your strength, if you chop down, my brother will probably die. You should be careful. Besides, your knife just chopped a zombie, and there is still a lot of zombie blood on it. There was a lot of blood before. Can you disinfect it? At least you should have some safety awareness."
"Oh my god." Tryndamere frowned, pointed at me and said, "When I was an executioner (many areas in Tibet still have beheading as a punishment), I chopped off the heads of those guys with a knife, and then when I went home to kill the pigs, I didn't disinfect them as you said, and I didn't see any pigs complaining."
"Oh my god, how can this be compared?" I looked at the big man, really at a loss. The big man also looked at me and threw the knife over and said, "Find a way to disinfect it yourself. I tell you, there's no telling how long your brother can live. The faster the better."
"Chapter" I smelled a strong smell of blood when I caught the knife. This knife has probably been passed down for at least hundreds of years and it has a strong murderous aura. I couldn't believe that a monk would use this thing as a weapon. I looked around at the time, and there was no water in this forest. How could I disinfect it
"There's a small ditch not far over there. You can go there." After pointing in a direction and saying this to me, Tryndamere sat down next to Li Mingyao, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit it up and started smoking.
I took the knife and ran in the direction that Tryndamere told me. After running for about thirty seconds, I saw a one-meter-wide stream. The water looked quite clear, so I quickly put Tryndamere's knife down and started washing it vigorously with my hands. Unexpectedly, there was a lot of dirt on it, as if it was formed by blood coagulation. I scraped it vigorously with my hands for a long time, and the stream was dyed light red. It took me about five minutes to wash it clean.
I ran back with the knife in my hand. When I came back, Tryndamere was already stabbing his chest. There were two smaller knives next to Tryndamere.
I walked over to Tryndamere, threw the knife next to him and asked, "You've already finished the surgery? You have a spare knife, so why did you ask me to clean it for you?"
Tryndamere didn't answer me. He still had a cigarette in his mouth and his head was covered in sweat. He was using a small needle that he found from somewhere to sew up the wound bit by bit.
About five minutes later, Tryndamere finally finished stitching the wound, and he breathed a sigh of relief. I looked at Li Mingyao's chest, which was covered in blood, but his breathing was now even, and he seemed to be fine.
At this time, Li Mingyao was fine, Wu Zhicong and Su Xue were fine, and I relaxed all of a sudden. But as soon as I relaxed, I felt the severe pain in my chest. I frowned and endured the pain, and sat next to Tryndamere. I said to Tryndamere, "Brother, do you have cigarettes? Have two."
Tryndamere tilted his head to look at me, took out a "Tyson" cigarette from his bag and handed it to me. I took the cigarette and looked Tryndamere up and down. At this time, Tryndamere was naked, with five or six scars on his body, and looked very tough. If he had not appeared as a lama at the beginning, I would never believe that he was actually a lama.
"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a handsome guy?" Tryndamere smiled and lit a cigarette. I was also feeling a bit of pain in my chest at the time, so I deliberately tried to find some topics to ask, "I can't believe it, can Tibetan lamas smoke now?"
After hearing what I said, Tryndamere shook his head and said, "Of course not, but I am an exception. Those lamas don't touch sex or alcohol all day, and they don't even smoke cigarettes. Isn't this asking for trouble?"
"Well, since you said so, then why do you still want to be a lama?" I looked at this Tryndamere and felt that he was different from the monks I usually met. Although some of the lamas nowadays were lustful and greedy for money, they would never dare to let others know and would never say it out loud like Tryndamere.
"To repay a favor, otherwise..." "To repay a favor, who the hell would be willing to be this crappy lama." It seemed that Tryndamere was also saddened by the mention of his story, and then he told me about it.
It turns out that Tryndamere was originally an executioner in a remote area of Tibet. Although the motherland has clearly prohibited lynching, some places in Tibet still execute some extremely evil people by beheading. Tryndamere's ancestors were executioners, and he was also a natural executioner. According to Tryndamere, his family would feel uncomfortable if they didn't chop off a head every day, but there were not so many heads to chop these days. Later, they had no choice but to change their careers to become pig butchers. They would chop off people who had committed crimes when they had nothing to do, but killing pigs was not as comfortable as chopping off heads. This was probably a quirk.
It was probably in 1997. At that time, a notice came that a prisoner was going to be beheaded. Originally, Tryndamere was going to go, but later his father insisted on going even if he was beaten to death. There was no choice, so Tryndamere's father went. But he didn't expect that this time he would get into big trouble.
The prisoner was called Tyson. He had a prominent background and was in his twenties. His parents were the leaders of a mainland underworld organization. Tyson had come to Tibet to have fun, but because he was used to being domineering in the mainland, he actually raped women in Tibet. He was accompanied by five bodyguards at the time, but the Tibetans' tough temperament was revealed at this time. There were more than a hundred people in the village, and each of them was holding a Tibetan knife. They came out and chopped the five bodyguards into minced meat. They also tied up Tyson and were going to execute him.
When I heard Tryndamere talk about this, I cheered. If the people in the mainland of China had the tough temperament of the Tibetans, would the rich second generation and the official second generation dare to be arrogant? Others would not bother to compete with you, and would just chop you off.
At that time, Tryndamere's father went to chop off Tyson's head, but this finally caused a big disaster. The gangster couple had only this one son. It was not easy for them to let their son go on a trip with a few bodyguards, but in the end he was chopped off. The gangsters in that era were much more arrogant than the gangsters today. They rushed to Tryndamere's house with more than 20 people, each carrying a pistol.