Then Tryndamere picked up his butcher knife and slashed Li Mingyao's chest.
"Slow down!" I saw Tryndamere raising his knife and slashing hard. Before his knife even touched Li Mingyao, I had to scream and said, "Brother, if you are so strong, you will chop me down."
This brother is probably really dead. Just take it easy. Besides, you just cut a zombie with your knife. There is still so much zombie blood on it. There was a lot of blood on it before. Can you disinfect this? You must at least have some safety awareness.
ah."
"Oh, I'll go." Tryndamere frowned, pointed at me and said: "When I was a executioner (beheading is still a punishment in many areas of Tibet), I chopped off the heads of those guys with a knife, and then returned.
When we kill the pigs, we don’t do any disinfection as you mentioned. I don’t see any pigs being dissatisfied?”
"I'll go, how can this compare?" I looked at the big man, and I was really at a loss. The big man also looked at me and threw the knife over and said, "You can find a way to disinfect it yourself. I can tell you, your brother
You don’t know how long you can live, the faster the better.”
As soon as I caught the knife, I smelled a strong smell of blood. This knife must have been passed down for hundreds of years at least, and it also had a murderous intent. I really couldn't believe that a monk would use this thing as a weapon. I was
I looked around and saw that there was no water in the forest. How to disinfect it?
"There is a small ditch not far over there. You can go there." Tryndamere pointed to a direction and said to me. After that, he walked to Li Mingyao and took out a packet from his pocket.
cigarette, then lit it and started smoking.
I took this knife and ran in the direction Tryndamere told me before. After running for about thirty seconds, I saw a one-meter-wide stream. The water looked quite clear. I hurriedly
I put down Tryndamere's knife and washed it vigorously with my hands. Unexpectedly, there was a lot of dirt on it, which seemed to be formed by coagulation of blood. I rubbed it hard with my hands. After a long time, the creek was covered with dirt.
It was dyed light red, and it took about five minutes of washing to get it clean.
I took the knife and ran back. When I came back, Tryndamere was already bandaging his chest. There were two smaller knives next to Tryndamere.
I walked up to Tryndamere, threw the knife next to him and asked: "You have finished the operation? You have a prepared knife, so you still ask me to clean your knife?"
Tryndamere did not reply to my words. At this moment, he still had a cigarette in his mouth and his head was covered with sweat. At this time, he found a small needle from somewhere and was suturing the wound bit by bit.
After about five minutes, Tryndamere finally finished sewing up the wound, and he let out a sigh of relief. I looked at Li Mingyao's chest. At this time, there were blood stains everywhere on his chest, but his breathing was quite even now.
, it looks like it should be fine.
At this time, Li Mingyao was fine, Wu Zhicong and Su Xue were fine, and I relaxed suddenly. But as soon as I relaxed, I felt the severe pain in my chest. I frowned to endure the pain and sat down in TEDA.
Next to Mir, he said to Tryndamere: "Brother, do you have any cigarettes? Here are two."
Tryndamere tilted his head and glanced at me, took out a cigarette from his bag and handed it to me. I took the cigarette and looked at Tryndamere up and down. At this time, Tryndamere had wounds on his body and five or six scars on his body.
He looks very tough. If he hadn't appeared as a lama at the beginning, I would never have believed that this was actually a lama.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a handsome guy?" Tryndamere smiled and lit a cigarette himself and started smoking. I also felt the pain in my chest and couldn't bear it, so I deliberately found some topics and asked: "Can't you tell?
Yeah, can all the lamas in Tibet smoke now?"
Tryndamere shook his head after listening to my words and said: "Of course not, but I am an exception. Those lamas don't do sex, don't drink, and don't smoke even the most basic cigarettes. Isn't this looking for sin?"
"Well, since you said that, why do you want to become a lama?" I looked at Tryndamere and felt that he was different from the monks I usually met. Although some of these lamas are lustful and money-loving,
, but I would never dare to let others know, and I would never read it out loud like Tryndamere.
"To repay a favor, who the hell would be willing to be this bad lama if not to repay a favor." Tryndamere seemed to be saddened by the mention, and then he started talking to me.
It turns out that Tryndamere was originally an executioner in a remote place in Tibet. Although the motherland has explicitly prohibited lynching, in some places in Tibet, some heinous people are still executed by beheading. Tryndamere has been an executioner from his ancestors, and so
A born executioner.,
In Tryndamere's words, the whole family would feel uncomfortable if they didn't cut off a head or something every day, but there are so many heads for you to cut off these days. Later, they had no choice but to change their careers and become pig butchers, and they would go there even if they had nothing to do.
It is a punishment to behead a person, but killing a pig is not as comfortable as beheading. This is probably a quirk.
It must have been around 1997, when a notice came, saying that a prisoner was going to beheaded. Originally Tryndamere was planning to go, but later his father wanted to go even if he was beaten to death. There was no other way, Tryndamere's
Dad went there, but he didn't expect that he would cause a big disaster this time.
This prisoner's name is Tyson. He has a great background. He is in his twenties. His parents are the leaders of a gangland organization in the Mainland. Tyson also came to Tibet to play, but because he was used to being domineering in the Mainland, he actually robbed people in Tibet.
Female, he was accompanied by five bodyguards at that time, but the tough temperament of the Tibetan people was reflected at this time. There were more than a hundred people in a village, each carrying a Tibetan knife, and when they came out, they took five
The bodyguard chopped him into pieces and tied up Tyson to execute him.
I heard Tryndamere say this and he cheered repeatedly. If we people in the mainland had the tough temperament of the Tibetans, how dare those rich second-generation officials and second-generation officials to be arrogant? Others are too lazy to compete with you for your father and mother, so I will give it to you directly.
Chopped.
At that time, Tryndamere's father went to chop off Tyson's head, but this time he finally caused a big disaster. The underworld couple only had one son. How easy was it to let the son take a few bodyguards to travel on a trip?
He was chopped into pieces. The underworld in that era was much more arrogant than the underworld today. They rushed to Tryndamere's house with more than twenty people, each carrying a pistol.