Through the moonlight, Zhang Yujie could barely see the outline. The man seemed to be bald, wearing a string of Buddhist beads around his neck. The clothes on his body were strange, but they were in tatters and covered in blood.
"He seems to be a monk." The fat security guard said with some surprise.
"Monk?!" Only then did Zhang Yujie vaguely recognize that the strange clothes this man was wearing seemed to be cassocks!
The monk suddenly stood up and waved the thing in his hand: "You bastards, it's not enough to gouge my eyes, why are you still lying in wait below? Come on, I'm not afraid!"
Zhang Yujie's heart suddenly trembled. Sure enough, he vaguely saw that the monk's eyes were bleeding! [
What the monk was waving seemed to be an iron drill, and Zhang Yujie and others hurriedly retreated to avoid it.
"Come on! Come on! Aren't there too many of you?!" The monk went crazy and smashed the iron rod around, making a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sound, hitting many messy tables and chairs.
Zhang Yujie couldn't imagine that a blind monk would suddenly appear here, but he still said hurriedly: "We are not here to cause trouble for you!"
"Then what are you doing here!" The monk followed the voice and attacked Zhang Yujie.
Zhang Yujie dodged left and right, "I'm coming to find Zhou Ming!"
"Zhou Ming?" The monk stopped holding the iron drill in his hand, as if he was recalling the name.
Zhang Yujie could tell that he knew Zhou Ming, and added: "He is a sixteen-year-old boy. He looks very thin, but has a very stubborn temper."
"I know Zhou Ming." The monk said, "That Zhou Ming from County X, right?"
"That's right." Zhang Yujie muttered in his heart, why does Zhou Ming even know a monk? Isn't it too broad to make friends? Then he continued to ask: "Do you know where he is?"
"Who are you?" the monk asked.
"My name is Zhang Yujie, and I am Zhou Ming's good brother. I heard that something happened here and I was worried about his situation, so I rushed over."
"Zhou Ming didn't come here tonight." The monk added, "It's very dangerous here. You should leave as soon as possible."
As the monk spoke, he walked forward tremblingly, occasionally sweeping the obstacles in front of him with his iron drill, and letting out a low roar of pain.