The pain and blood on his face allowed Mustache to recover from the short delay, but his movements were already somewhat mechanical. It was just the natural reflexes produced by years of fighting that kept him blocking the enemy, because his mind was always thinking
Ask yourself: Kelsang Medo, is he dead?
In just a moment to turn around, Kelsang Meiduo fell to the ground quietly. Her chest was soaked with blood. The sharp Tibetan knife pierced her left chest, which was the position of the heart. Kelsang Meiduo was fatally injured.
Duo's life flowed away very quickly. When she fell to the ground, her eyes were about to close.
But this is not the end of the killing. In the eyes of the pilgrims, anyone who comes into contact with the doomsday prophecies must accept cruel punishment, not only to end their lives, but also to completely cut off the human body channels that may leave spiritual consciousness and treasures.
The assailant pilgrim handed the bloody long knife to his left hand and took out a very sharp short knife with his right hand. He wanted to use this short knife to chop up several meridians of Kelsang Medo's body.
Mustache didn't know if his eyes were bloodshot, but his mind was suddenly awakened by a strong shock of grief. The blade of the alloy tube was scratched from the front to the back, and a pilgrim's calf was almost cut off. This time
His mustache was in the same state as when he was about to die. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Gesang Medo was not far away, but he had no power to save her.
He rushed towards the place where Kelsang Meiduo fell with a stream of blood. The forty-year-old Tibetan picked up the flowers with swords. He was very brave, but he was not Mustache's opponent in a single fight. If it weren't for this
Many people participated in the siege, and his neck had been cut off by the blade of the alloy pipe. However, these pilgrims who were not afraid of death held the mustache tightly. In their opinion, as long as they stopped the inheritance of the doomsday prophecy, no matter how much they had to pay
The cost of human death is worth it.
Mustache can't rush through. Even if he can break out of the encirclement, Gesangmedo's body will be chopped to pieces.
puff......
The sharp dagger pierced Kelsang Medo's left armpit. At this moment, a gunshot rang out from a distance, and immediately, a ball of blood burst out from the chest of the pilgrim holding the knife.
The sudden gunfire surprised the pilgrims. The shooter was very experienced. He didn't know if the pilgrim had a gun in his hand, but he secretly moved his position after shooting. His marksmanship was very good.
A minute later, a gunshot rang out, and another pilgrim was shot in the chest.
The shooter never showed up, but Xiaozi knew that at this time and place, there would be no one else except Lao Zhao. Although Xiaohu and Lao Zhao grew up together and practiced martial arts together, their personalities are very different.
Hu Hu always insisted on using an alloy pipe, but Lao Zhao was different. He used whatever he caught.
The gunfire not only knocked down the two pilgrims, but also damaged their faith. The mustaches were already very difficult to deal with, and with the sudden appearance of the attackers, these pilgrims were in a bit of a mess. They were in their forties.
The Tibetan shouted, and another person rushed towards Kelsang Meiduo, trying to chop her body into pieces. However, doing so was undoubtedly a target for Lao Zhao. Before the pilgrim could reach him, there was a gunshot.
Fell down.
The more Lao Zhao fought, the easier it became. Gunshots rang out one after another, which made the pilgrims feel unbearable. They were not afraid of death, but they did not want to make unnecessary sacrifices. More importantly, someone must go back alive and pass on the news. The leader of the Tibetans
People began to give up, and with a whistle, the remaining pilgrims turned and ran in several directions.
As soon as they ran, Lao Zhao appeared in the distance, chasing and beating him with a gun. When he got to Mustache, Lao Zhao stopped. Mustache's legs could no longer move. He really
He didn't want to see Kelsang Medo because he was afraid that what he would see was a lifeless corpse.
"Who is this woman? I didn't bother to ask you last time." Old Zhao observed the situation nearby, and after he was convinced that the pilgrims had really escaped, he went to Gesang Meiduo and took a look, and then he shook his head.
: "A knife pierces the heart and the person dies."
Mustache felt like he could no longer hold the alloy tube in his hand. He was not a coward, but for him, sometimes seeing another person die was more terrifying than experiencing death himself.
He walked over step by step, not looking at Kelsang Medo's wounds, but staring directly at her pale face. His mind was a little empty, and all that flashed were the scenes when he just met Kelsang Medo, her long face.
Hair, her apples, her little cowhide boots...
He slowly squatted down and took Gesang Meiduo's soft hand. This hand was still warm, carrying her faint fragrance. Lao Zhao squatted down opposite him, a little surprised.
Looking at Mustache, because in his impression, the various emotions of this friend who grew up together rarely show up, and he always looks indifferent and indifferent.
However, at this moment, Old Zhao could see it. He could see the sadness that Mustache felt because of the death of the woman in front of him.
"This woman? Is it important to you?" Lao Zhao hesitated to persuade Xiao Hu, telling him that there is no grass anywhere in the world, but he endured it for a while and swallowed it back. He didn't want to touch it at this time.
Mildew.
"Yes, it's very important." Mustache looked up at Lao Zhao. Putting aside the subtle feelings between him and Kelsang Medo, judging from Chanado's remaining latent spiritual consciousness, Kelsang Medo's death was
An extremely huge loss that cannot be compensated. Although there is currently no evidence to prove what Kelsangmedo accepted, Mustache has guessed many times that it is likely to be a treasure about the prophecy of the end of the world.
"If you think about it wisely, you will forget it soon. I think you should forget something very quickly."
"You don't understand." Mustache sat down on the spot. He never shed tears, even now, but his hands were shaking a little, which was very rare. He grabbed Gesang Medo's hand and said: "
There is a very key thing in this matter, the prophecy of the end of the world. Did you know? She may be the inheritor of the treasure of the prophecy of the end of the world."
"Doomsday prophecy!" Old Zhao's eyes suddenly widened: "Is there really such a thing!?"
At this time, Mustache suddenly felt that Gesang Meiduo's soft hand suddenly tightened and grabbed his hand tightly. Old Zhao was startled and shrank back: "It's a fake corpse!"
Mustache was no less surprised than Lao Zhao. His eyesight was unmistakable. Kelsang Meiduo had been stabbed through the heart. Almost at the same time that the knife was pulled out from her chest, she was already on the verge of death. Her
Her breathing, her heartbeat, and pulse had all disappeared. Her eyes were closed tightly, but her hands suddenly grasped her mustache tightly.
"What the hell is going on! Xiao Xiang, can you give me an explanation?" Lao Zhao once again stretched out his hand to test the tip of Gesang Meiduo's nose. She really wasn't breathing, and the wounds on her chest were still clear.
It can be seen that if you dissect at this time, you will definitely see a heart that has been punctured and stopped beating.
"I don't know, there is a living Buddha's spiritual consciousness lurking in her consciousness." Xiao Hu said, and his heart moved. What was destroyed might just be Kelsang Medo's body. This kind of physical damage could not touch her body.
Thinking and observing that much spiritual consciousness should not be extinct.
But what does this mean? Mustache knows very well that if the heart is pierced, the person will definitely die.
Lao Zhao frowned, scratched the hair on his forehead, thought for a while, and stood up suddenly: "Take her with you and let's go."
"What?"
"I came out this time in the name of the old monster. He is nearby." Old Zhao took a few steps and said, "This woman is different from normal people. Go ask Duoji to see if he can do anything to remove the penis."
No matter how much spiritual consciousness is taken out, the prophecies of the end of the world cannot be cut off."
"I don't believe there is anyone in this world who can save her." Xiao Hu thought for a moment and slowly picked up Gesang Medo.
"Xiao Xiang, don't be stupid. Her heart has been pierced. She is dead, how can she be saved?" Lao Zhao said without looking back: "What we want is information, information!"
They traveled quickly through the rugged mountains. Both of them were in very good physical condition. They ran for more than an hour without stopping. During this period, Lao Zhao told Mustache that the last time the Germans took away
The roll of leather was partially decrypted, but the specific content was not known to Zhao. He only heard the name Doomsday Prophecy, but he knew that this was a very important thing because the Germans decrypted this part of the content.
After that, I was very excited.
"We don't know the specific content of the doomsday prophecy. If we can know it, I believe we can dig out many key secrets. I have to force Duoji to think of a way, think of a way..."
Old Zhao with a mustache rolled down a hillside. This hillside was facing away from the sun. There was a big hole at the bottom of the hillside. There was a piece of felt at the entrance of the hole. Old Zhao took off the felt and got in.
The light in the cave was not strong, like a dim bedroom. Mustache was standing outside holding Gesang Medo. When Lao Zhao got in, he saw a person huddled in the corner of the cave.
But a closer look revealed that this man was not huddled in the corner, because he was very thin and wrapped in a large robe. His appearance was a bit strange, and he couldn't tell how old he was. His sparse white hair was tied up on top of his head.
A bun and a face with wrinkles like dry bark.
Lao Zhao was very rude. He rushed in and grabbed the robe of this weird old man and walked out. The weird old man was very dissatisfied with Lao Zhao's attitude. He spoke very strange words, and his very blunt Chinese was mixed with some incomprehensible words.
syllables, shouting at Lao Zhao.
This weird old man should be Duoji, whom Lao Zhao calls the old monster.