"Let's go and take a look!" Mo Yun was very worried.
Hua Qisheng had already followed Gong Yu when he was in a hurry to leave.
…
Fei Yao brought Gong Yu to a fighting arena.
At this time, there were six people standing on the ring.
One against five.
When Gong Yu saw the man surrounded by people on the ring, her heart tightened, feeling both painful and excited.
He has no hair and six scars on his head. He wears a neat and clean monk's robe. He always has a kind smile on his face, and his peaceful aura gives people a feeling of being unfathomable.
Although there was not a trace of murderous intent on his part, no one would doubt his lethality.
His opponent was even more nervous, staring at him with deep fear.
"Kill this evil monk."
One of them shouted, and five people rushed forward, drawing their weapons and killing the monk.
The monk twirled his Buddhist beads and whispered, "Amitabha, what a sin! What a sin!"
The Buddhist chanting was still ringing in my ears, but the monk had disappeared.
He was so fast that only a series of afterimages were left in the air, making it impossible to tell which was real and which was fake.
When the monk appeared again, the Buddhist beads in his hand fell to the ground, making a "dong dong dong" sound, as if knocking on people's hearts.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
There were five consecutive muffled sounds, and the five people who had attacked the monk fell to the ground one after another, no longer breathing.
Several Buddhist beads were nailed onto the bodies of the five men, and some even pierced through their bodies, leaving shocking flesh holes. Bright red and hot blood flowed out of the holes, staining the ring red.
Everyone looked at the monk standing in the corner of the arena in astonishment.
There was still a smile of saving all living beings on the corner of his mouth, and his peaceful aura did not change because of the killing.
"Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin."
The monk chanted the Buddha's name, slowly sat down, put his hands together, and recited the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Past Vow Sutra for salvation.
As the scriptures were recited, the fear in people's hearts gradually subsided.
Suddenly, a strange red light flashed between the monk's eyebrows, and the originally dim cinnabar mole became as enchanting as blood, as if it had absorbed the soul of the dead.
This phenomenon scared many people and made them gasp.
Is this evil monk trying to save the souls of the dead, or is he devouring them?
If I die at his hands, I won't lose my soul, right?
It's so weird.
Amidst the fear, the useless demon revealed a charming smile.
"Xuetong, why do I think the mask when he was young looked a little cute?"
Fei Yao still clearly remembered that when he met Mask in his previous life, he had already been a mercenary for many years and had experienced all kinds of hardships. His temperament had become more and more unfathomable, which always gave Fei Yao a creepy feeling.
If we were to ask who Fei Yao fears the most in the Soul-Devil Mercenary Group, it would definitely be Masked Man.
But now the abandoned demon has already recovered the memory of his previous life. He looks at the mask with a look that has seen a lot of vicissitudes of life, and he can't help but feel that the mask is a little immature.
At least, the useless demon can now easily see through the mask's heart.
Not as unpredictable as in the previous life.
"I will pass your words to Mask."
Gong Yu smiled and walked down the masked stage from the ring.
“ε=(′ο｀*)))Ah?” The Waste Demon realized what Gong Yu said and chased forward excitedly, “Xuetong, I beg you, you absolutely cannot tell Mask!”
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