Chapter 40 The Heart of a Bodhisattva with Compassion and Kind Thoughts

Where there should be something, there is only an incomplete stubble.

He is actually a real eunuch.

Judging from the stubble, his thing was not removed by surgery, but was broken by violence.

It must have been painful at the time.

I walked to the iron cage at the end, squatted down and looked at the girl.

He was from a wealthy family.

She was not dazed, obviously because she was afraid that the medicine would damage her brain.

At this age, she is still a girl, so it is not easy to sell, so it is unlikely to be a treasure.

Those who collect and cut raw materials will not come to pick up the God of Wealth. They must be raised carefully to prevent them from losing weight. Nine times out of ten, they are high-quality animals.

"Have a good sleep, this is just a nightmare, you will forget what happened here when you wake up."

The girl collapsed in response and breathed evenly.

Take off her right shoe and stocking.

There was a blue bruise the size of a finger on the instep, giving it a centipede-like appearance.

No wonder only boys are affected.

It turns out the girl has been found.

This ashes selection has been going on for quite some time.

If I hadn't discovered it, it probably wouldn't have taken long before it would have slipped by silently.

After all, Jincheng is a metropolis with a population of tens of millions.

Some children with persistent fevers are actually not a big deal. Even if they die due to illness, only the family involved will be affected. In such a big city, they can't even make a splash.

I turned back to the iron bed.

Wherever they passed, the children in the cages fell one after another.

Those who were raped and slipped out were no exception.

Standing out of sight from the man in the suit, I glanced at the beard.

The bearded man slapped him down.

The man in the suit was beaten awake and looked at the bearded man in confusion and horror.

"I ask you to answer. If you don't answer or answer incorrectly, I will saw off a part of you."

The bearded man wielded a saw and opened his mouth to speak, and dirty blood flowed out, covering a large area.

"Which old colleague is it?"

The man in the suit looked around frantically.

His eyes passed by my position several times, but he couldn't find it.

"To pity the people who have no heirs, the empress bestows me with magical powers, gives me a son to fulfill my wishes, and brings good thoughts to the world. I am sitting on the golden boy's seat in front of the Bodhisattva, and I don't know which mountain, which temple, which old immortal master I am worshiping!"

The golden boy in front of the Bodhisattva is the right-hand man of the old Bodhisattva, the direct descendant of the flower-shooting technique, and the core figure of the entire gang.

Self-reporting the basics is a matter of describing orthodoxy and relationships.

The relationship between the inheritance of heretic arts is so intricate that I can always describe it if I want.

Comrade Warlock, who belongs to the Jianghu lineage, has no deep grudges. We have repaid the relationship and made the misunderstanding clear. We can forget the grudges with a smile, and we can make a fortune together if we have a business.

I glanced at the beard again.

"Wrong answer!"

The bearded man replied, picked up the saw, and pressed the man in the suit's left hand to start sawing.

The man in the suit let out a heartbreaking scream, "No, no, I say, I say, I will tell you whatever you ask!"

The bearded man didn't stop, and finally sawed off the man in the suit's left hand, then quickly picked up a bottle, took out the ointment and applied it to the bleeding cut.

The bleeding stopped quickly.

The man in the suit kept wailing and crying.

Although they were stunned, the mutes still showed happy expressions.

"Name!" Bearded asked again.

"Sun Jiabang."

"Which old Bodhisattva do you worship?"

"Master Hu with a Thousand Faces, Hu Treasure House."

"What is the relationship between Hu Baoku and Hua Yanzhang?"

"I don't know who Hua Yanzhang is."

The bearded man decisively picked up the saw and pointed it at his right hand.

"No, no, I really don't know, I really don't know..."

The man in the suit howled at the top of his lungs.

"You don't even know about Hua Yan Zhang, but you still deserve to claim to be filming Hua Yanzhuan?"

"I've been in the industry for ten years. I've seen people from both the North and the South worship Mr. Hu as their old bodhisattva, but I've never seen anyone who was so arrogant."

"When you choose a spirit from ashes, what treasure are you going to choose?"

"No, I don't know... Only the old Bodhisattva and the Dragon Girl in front of me know about this matter. I don't dare to ask if they don't tell me."

"How many years have you been choosing? How many treasures have you chosen? Are they boys or girls?"

"I have been selecting people since I entered the industry, every year. In the past ten years, about seven people have been selected. The eighth person is currently in prison, odd number is male, and number is female."

"Where are you old Bodhisattvas?"

"No, I don't know. No, no, I really don't know. It is the old Bodhisattva who always contacts us to arrange things. We dare not ask about the whereabouts of the old Bodhisattva. If anything happens, we always go to the dragon girl in front of him. If you want to find the old Bodhisattva, We can only find the Dragon Girl first."

Paihuazi's sins are serious. The higher the seniority and ability, the more mysterious and unpredictable his whereabouts are. No one believes him.

Otherwise, Hua Yan Zhang would not have died alone in my hands.

Although the man in the suit was the golden boy, he was not a true confidant. No matter how much I asked, I couldn't find out more information about the old Bodhisattva and the Dragon Girl.

Although he boasted to the mute thugs that he could speak kind words in front of the old Bodhisattva, in fact he only met the old Bodhisattva twice. Once he paid homage to the old Bodhisattva, and once he was taught his skills by the old Bodhisattva because of his good behavior. They all look different. Everything from then on was done by the Dragon Girl passing messages or issuing orders.

And he can't go to Long Nu directly. Now when he has something to do, he just sends a message to Long Nu's BP machine, and Long Nu will reply to him with the address and time to meet.

After confirming this, I didn't ask any more questions.

How much evil the man in the suit has done is none of my business.

I just need to know what I want to know.

Although he couldn't explain why the old Bodhisattva would directly arrange for the paper man to beg for his life, I knew it.

Although I have never met him, this is the second time I have done something bad to the old Bodhisattva.

The first time was on the train. I took full advantage and sent six people away. Three died and three were disabled. I sent back a word, but he didn't dare to answer it.

This is an opportunity to get revenge by taking advantage of each other's half-truth.

The more you do something that has no bottom line, the more you have to pay attention to principles and rules in other aspects.

I took the mobile phone and Han display BP machine from the man in the suit, and asked him to send a message to Long Nu asking for an audience. The reason was that he failed to seek life and suffered heavy losses.

The man in the suit said obediently, and then begged: "I am also forced to have no choice. If I don't follow the old Bodhisattva's instructions, I will die. We have no grudges, so please let me go. We are all charlatans." Pulse, there is more or less incense and love..."

"You're not a warlock." I turned around from behind the beard and looked at the man in the suit. "What you do seems to be bluffing, but it's just a trick to show off your skills. Using poison to apply medicine is not a skill, it's a technique! Even this If you don’t know how to beg for mercy, are you worthy of telling me about incense and love?”

When the man in the suit saw me showing up, his face was filled with despair.

If I don't show my face, he still has a chance to live, but if I show my face, he won't survive.

"Don't worry, you won't die, at least not now." I smiled at the man in the suit, "You won't remember me, but you will remember the pain on your body. In the next life, don't do the evil thing of patting flowers and picking students. ”

I patted the bearded man on the shoulder.

The bearded man raised the short saw in his hand with a grin.

Four parts are missing and two halves are missing. If it doesn't fall on the child, it can only fall on him.

With the craftsmanship of the beard, the man in the suit will never die.

At least he won't die now.