Chapter 11 (1/2)

”Ah Yao, come back! Run! ” Pei Shuo's eyes were cracked and shouted loudly.

It seemed that a voice called her name from a distance. A mysterious force pulled her. In the blink of an eye, she saw an enlarged ugly face.

In her anger, she raised her head and hit the middle-aged monk's forehead. She rolled aside and got up quickly. She picked up the stool and hit him.

The middle-aged monk was unprepared. Leng buting was hit by a Yao who tried his best. His forehead ached. He didn't get back. It was his turn to greet the stool.

”Ouch, ouch.” He was beaten and only had time to protect his head.

”Asking you to eat my mother's tofu will make you have an evil heart and don't get angry. When I'm a sick cat!” A Yao smashed a few times. After venting her evil anger, she put down her stool and couldn't lift it up again.

She forgot that at this time, she was no longer a small white-collar worker in the 21st century, but a malnourished yellow haired girl of six or seven years old. After exerting herself, she suddenly felt that her body was hollowed out.

My heart clicked.

This is not a good phenomenon. She dropped the stool, took out the gauze scissors and untied Pei Shuo. She expected Pei Shuo to take her out of trouble.

The rope was thick and tied with a knot. The cutting was straightforward. However, her yarn scissors were used to cut silk thread. It was too difficult to deal with the hemp rope. After a long time, she finally cut a small strand of thread and opened a hole.

The middle-aged monk stood up shakily, his eyes showing his murderous intention, and picked up the stool.

Do you pay him back in his own way?

Pei Shuo's heart tightened and whispered, ”the smelly monk will be bad for you!”

”Click.” The hemp rope was cut off, and a Yao also heard his words. He was confused and his eyes were not flexible.

If Pei Shuo lived in modern times, he would be welcome:

Fucking staff!

She didn't understand what was going on, and she wouldn't have a chance to let her understand what was going on. Her head was suddenly hit hard, and the whole person flew uncontrollably to the wall, leaving a dull hum, fell to the ground and didn't move.

A moment later, warm blood slowly flowed out of his forehead.

”Bitch, toast and don't drink.” The fake monk lost his stool, kicked ah Yao's body with his foot, and said, ”boy, although I'm very unhappy tonight, I promise you, I won't forget.”

This sentence is inexplicable and strange. Pei Shuo didn't think about it carefully. He was busy pulling off the hemp rope and looked up again. What he saw was a surge of blood and anger.

”Scum! Animals! ”

He picked up a Yao's yarn scissors and rushed to stab the fake monk's back. He wanted to poke him into a sieve.

”Ah!” The fake monk shouted in pain. Ignoring ah Yao, he waved Pei Shuo away. With his other hand, he felt for his back and spread his hand. His fingertips were covered with blood.

Pei Shuo hid cleverly, wrapped around his back and slowly took him away from the range of a Yao.

He also remembered ah Yao and let the fake monk find the flaw. He fooled Pei Shuo with a false move. He jumped off, reversed the victory and defeat, grabbed Pei Shuo's yarn scissors and threw it far away. He held Pei Shuo down, grabbed his neck with one hand, tightened his five fingers, and exposed the green tendons on the back of his hand, trying to strangle him to the ground!

The trachea was oppressed, Pei Shuo breathed heavily, opened his bloodshot eyes and kicked his feet indiscriminately, but he could not attack the fake monk. His consciousness gradually blurred. He saw the angry ah Yao and... His deceased mother.

Grandpa said that people will see what they want to see most or their relatives who have died before they die. Maybe he is going to die?

But why did ah Yao cry? Instead, he should say he's sorry.

If he hadn't dragged ah Yao, he wouldn't have suffered such a reckless disaster and killed everyone.

Consciousness gradually blurred, vaguely heard a ”bang”, is it the sound of the underground door opening?

”Young master!”

Pei Shuo's servant broke in and saw that the wing room was messy. His young master was pinched by a monk with disheveled hair and untidy clothes.