Chapter 124 Who Are You?
The yard is large and unexpectedly magnificent.
Mu Jiu was not interested in knowing whether all the bald guys who were nourished by incense were so rich.
But Mu Jiu would be very unhappy if anyone dared to touch her power under her nose.
At this moment, most of the lamas went to the backyard to rob the second generation.
The remaining group of young lamas sat in front of the fire in the yard, carefully examining the guns and ammunition confiscated from the military.
Mu Jiu took out the sharp scimitar from the space and walked towards the fire.
Seeing her coming, the lamas stood up one by one and looked at her warily.
The alert lamas immediately took the soldiers' pistols from the box, loaded them and pointed them at Mu Jiu.
Mu Jiu looked at this group of people with a look as if they were dead.
But soon, they seemed to discover that Mu Jiu came alone and there was no one following him.
And it’s still stunning.
He actually smiled and retracted the gun, as if it was just a false alarm.
After all, anyone who doesn’t know Mu Jiu, seeing her pretty and harmless face, would not associate her with the word dangerous.
They were certain that Mu Jiu was just a frightened girl with nowhere else to go.
Probably because he saw the dormitory surrounded by seniors with guns, he was scared and hid himself, and happened to walk here.
She was just a fish that slipped through the net, a beautiful woman who was powerless and posed no threat at all.
One of the lamas was particularly courageous.
He looked at Mu Jiu's whole body with lustful eyes and gradually approached her.
Then he said in a seductive but obscene tone:
“Little girl, I’m sure you’ve already seen the situation in the dormitory building.
To be honest with you, after tonight, those people will die sooner or later.
But if you are obedient and serve us brothers well, I can help you ask the master to keep you here.
In our temple, apart from family members, the only things left are cattle, horses and dead people.
If you are smart, you should know what to do, oh!"
As the bald man spoke, his eyes were fixed on Mu Jiu's pretty red lips, as if he was about to ravage them.
The next second after he finished speaking, there was a whoosh sound.
The machete cut through the air and cut off the bald man's dishonest finger.
By the way, he also scratched the short and thick neck at the back that was tucked into the robe.
For a moment, blood gushed out over a distance of 2 meters like a fountain, and solidified outside the neck the moment it spurted out.
The man fell to the ground without even having the chance to scream.
The severed finger was stepped on by Mu Jiu who was standing nearby.
Mu Jiu frowned in disdain. Don’t bald guys know how to take a bath?
As soon as this thing got close to her, she could smell the body odor even through her thick clothes. It was so suffocating that it was enough to kill her.
I wonder if his status among this group of people is particularly high, so high that the group of bald guys at the back can sit with him and play normally as if their noses are out of order.
If it were Mu Jiu himself, he would not be able to bear it at all.
Or maybe they all smell equally bad and don't like to take showers. It's obvious that the conditions in the strategic base are so good!
It's true that wild boars can't eat fine bran, so such good hardware facilities are wasted.
The rest of the people were stunned by what happened at this moment.
It happened so fast that they didn't even have time to react. How could this woman be so bold as to kill someone in their territory!
The lamas standing behind hurriedly picked up their guns and prepared to aim at Mu Jiu.
Mu Jiu was not afraid at all. She walked around the man who had fallen in front of her and walked straight forward.
As he walked forward, his eyes swept across everyone in front of him.
In just 0.1 seconds, all the hot weapons in the yard, including those in the hands of the bald men and those in boxes, were collected by Mu Jiu into the space.
Just when everyone felt their hands were empty, a cold scimitar had already cut their necks.
There was no time to figure out how the gun disappeared from his hand.
In just one minute, all the people who were originally gathered around the fire to watch the show happily became lonely ghosts under the scimitar.
Mu Jiu walked past the group of corpses without looking back and pushed the door open to enter the largest room in the yard.
She had just used the space to check and found that there was only an old Dalai Lama meditating in the entire yard.
It's a pity that he can sit still and act so pretentious.
"Aaron, are you done? Why was it so noisy outside just now?"
When Mu Jiu walked in with the bloody scimitar in his hand, the old Dalai Lama, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly asked.
"The Master and I were thinking alike!
I also think it's noisy outside, so I've helped you deal with the group of people who were talking."
As Mu Jiu spoke, he threw several long bloody tongues in front of the old Dalai Lama.
He was so frightened that he tore the Buddhist beads in his hand apart, and the beads instantly scattered all over the ground.
"You, you...you are such a vicious person!"
The Dalai Lama stared at the tongue in front of him, his voice trembling.
Those outside were his disciples who had followed him for decades. How dare she...
"I can't say he's evil, at most I just can't stand it.
The little lama just said that there are only family members in this temple, no outsiders.
Even if there are any, they are dead people, or cattle and horses that are not even human beings.
So the implication is that the so-called refugees in the temple are actually the wives of you fake bald men.
Looking at the population in this temple, you, the master alone, should have more than a hundred wives!
Oh, and there’s also the matter of you secretly misappropriating most of the strategic reserve materials before the end of the world.
In order to conceal this matter and avoid official accountability, you have to kill all outsiders who stay in the hotel.
Only the dead will not reveal the truth. Compared with you, Master, I am not even as vicious as you!"
The master turned around and looked at Mu Jiu with cruelty in his eyes.
"It's all slander. What evidence do you have?"
"You're just making me laugh to death, but I'm not a judge, what do I need evidence for?"
Mu Jiu took out the bloody machete in his hand and said, "Why don't you ask it if it needs evidence for murder?"
The old Dalai Lama looked at the young and beautiful face in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Who are you?"
Mu Jiu was too lazy to answer his boring question. He just looked through his wide robe and saw his hands hidden inside, doing small movements that he thought were secret.
Suddenly, there was a click, the sound of a pistol being loaded was heard, and a black muzzle of a gun appeared from under the robe.
But Mu Jiu had already taken a step ahead of him. Before pulling the trigger, he swung his scimitar and deftly cut off the right hand holding the gun.
ah--!
A severe pain came over me.
The old bald man, who had been calm and composed just a moment ago, suddenly had his facial features twisted and deformed due to the pain.
He rolled off the futon and fell to the ground, roaring continuously, trying to relieve the pain a little.
The pistol also fell to the ground along with the entire right hand that was chopped off.
“You asked who I am. Of course I am the King of Hell who came to claim your life.
Who told you to be blind and touch my people? Don't you think about how many lives you have to pay for it?"
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