"You... are you, are you the young man in the restaurant?" The face of the armless man was deformed due to pain. His eyes were torn apart, "You... are you the young owner of Chunfeng Yidu Building? You... you are not... you don't..."

"I wish you good fortune, the little monk is not dead." The little monk gently cut off a piece of flesh from the broken limb of the one-armed man, put it under the lamp and looked at it, and smiled and said, "Amitabha, how good it is! The donor finally remembered the little monk."

The armless man was even more shocked and knew that he would not be spared tonight.

"Look!" The little monk used a scalpel to push the piece of minced meat cut off the shoulders of the armless man under the light, and said to the armless man, "Look, look! There is nothing unusual about this piece of meat. In fact, the meridian texture inside has undergone qualitative changes. Is it as exciting for the donor to remove this piece of carrion like you asked the old man to sell knives to see you slander his daughter?"

Zhou Xiaomo's metaphor is a bit far-fetched, but it makes the armless man extremely frightened. He secretly wonders how this little monk knows what they did after they caught the father and daughter selling swords?

"The little monk's Dugu Qiubai stick is extremely solid, and you almost took it away. At that time, it was all the blame for the guy named Park Lie for interfering." The little monk's tone was slow and gentle, staring at another broken limb that was cut off by Park Lie and was about to heal the wound. Then he said, "I don't know how the wound on the donor's arm grows. The little monk probably will have rotten meat on the wound. I'll help the donor deal with it later."

The gentle tone of the little monk sounded like a bolt from the blue to the ears of the armless man, making him frightened.

Especially the little monk looked at his shoulder injury that was about to heal, which made him deeply understand the essence of the saying that he should not live or die.

The little monk took out a shot, and the armless man was trembling in his heart and his lips trembled - he only hoped that he could die now, so as not to suffer endless torture.

"Amitabha, good, good! Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! Don't worry, the donor, there is a way for you to die at least before dawn. This is a heart-boosting agent, which can ensure that the donor will not faint no matter how much pain he suffers. During this period, the little monk will take his time to heal the donor's trauma."

"Please...please..."

At this time, the armless man already knew that the young monk was not a savior sent by the Bodhisattva, but a life-seeking evil spirit sent by the devil. He had to make him unable to die or survive.

He begged, "Please...please give me some fun!"

"Give you some fun?"

The little monk said as he took out another file and gently rubbed the broken limbs of the armless man with uneven limbs, making a creepy friction sound, "Why didn't you give that knife-selling girl and the old knife-selling man a happy time?"

"Ah..." The armless man's throat was hoarse and his cry was terrifying, but he could not reach the yard. "This was all done by Scarface. He took someone to catch the father and daughter who sold swords. It has nothing to do with me... it has nothing to do with me."

"It has nothing to do with the donor?" The young monk put away the file, reached out and took the scalpel and gently stroked it, and then cut the armless man's clothes and said unreasonably, "I have cured many people and treated animals, but I have never castrated people or animals. Since you said that something has nothing to do with you, I will try to learn how to castrate people today."

This sentence "Learn how to castrate a person" was so scared that the armless man almost disappeared in an instant. He subconsciously waved his two broken arms to cover his crotch, which made the little monk's face show a sense of pleasure!

"My little master, living Bodhisattva! Please give me some fun."

"Amitabha, so good!" The little monk put his palms together, and learned the lines in the movie, and said with a compassionate look on his face to save all living beings. "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. As long as the donor answers the little monk's words truthfully, the little monk will naturally satisfy the donor's wish."

The little monk said and scratched his head, and asked in a cute and cute way: "By the way, what is the donor's wish just now?"

The armless man's will had already collapsed and he moaned, "Please... I'll let me die sooner."

"Amitabha, so good! The little monk has been a monk for many years to save countless people. He sincerely abides by the Buddha's teachings, sweep the floor without hurting the lives of ants, and cherishes moths and gauzes and lamps. However, as long as the donor turns back and knows how to repent what he did before, the little monk will naturally make an exception to make the donor's earlier reliance."

"Little Master, please ask me, please answer me!"

"I'll ask you, where is the scar-faced man now?"

"In... in the east of the city... in the house of the Song Master in the east of the city."

Zhou Xiaomo was shocked: "Which Young Master Song?"

"It's... it's Song Dongping and Song Dongyuan's brothers. It was Song Dongyuan who went to find us at the beginning, saying that we would come back together... and deal with Zhou Xiaomo, the young master of Chunfeng Yidu Building, you are the young master."

The little monk smiled, still smiling warmly: "You really recognize me."

"The broken arm in the lower part... is... because the little master stood up, so I naturally recognize you."

The wound of the armless man was gradually numb and the pain was greatly reduced. He gasped.

"Amitabha, how good! The donor is still honest before his death. If he goes to hell in the future, he should be able to travel a few less oil pans."

When a person is about to die, his most feared thing is the sins he committed during his lifetime. The words of the young monk undoubtedly made the armless man see the hope of atonement for the sins he committed during his lifetime.

"No wonder that I was on the edge of the cliff that day. I think the voice of one of the men in black was a little familiar. As you reminded me, it turned out that the man was Song Dongyuan." Zhou Xiaomo stopped and stopped torturing the armless man. "Who was the person who led that day?"

"I didn't go down that day..."

"I know you didn't go." Zhou Xiaomo smiled. He no longer called himself a little monk. "If you were on the scene, my methods of torture you at this time would probably be much more clever."

Zhou Xiaomo sighed: "I used to be a person with a broad mind. Since I traveled through time, I have become more and more jealous of evil and will not easily forgive those who hurt me."

The armless man leaned against the wall, panting, asking in a tone that was both doubtful, flattering and pleasing, and confessing: "Travel... travel through time?"

"Yes, it's time travel." Zhou Xiaomo knew that the other party didn't understand what time travel was, just like people didn't understand what online shopping was.

Zhou Xiaomo was unwilling to waste time on the word "time travel": "I heard that the leader in black should have a local accent."
Chapter completed!