Chapter 584

What is this monk going to do, in broad daylight...

"Hahaha..."

The monk laughed, and I saw a face that seemed to be a little weird and deformed. I almost suffocated, but fortunately the old man stopped me, and neither of us moved, to see what this monk has. Now as long as we start, the dozen monks around are ready to pounce on us.

At that time, we will be either dead or disabled.

"Are you going to the county town?" the monk suddenly asked.

"How did you know?" the old man sneered, but at this time, the more you talk to them, the more dangerous it is to expose yourself.

But he didn't seem to intend to leave, so he blocked us and continued to ask, "That's right, the county town is much more interesting, no wonder..."

"I think you are really interesting, monk." The old man sneered, "Do you still want to get money from us?"

"Just kidding."

The monk was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly.

"Then what are you doing? We don't have time."

I said with a smile, "But if you want to preach, you don't have time to listen now."

"You're kidding." The monk's tone was obviously different from that of a Buddhist practitioner in a temple. He sounded like a gangster in the mountains, hiding in a Buddhist place.

"Don't worry. Since we're going to the county town, we don't have to rush for a moment."

The monk didn't seem to give up. "Monk, I have a question to ask you. Is it convenient?"

"Not convenient."

As soon as I finished speaking, I answered casually. The old man glared at me and held his temper.

"Really?" The monk sneered.

"It's convenient for others and for yourself. I think you should leave quickly." The old man ordered him to leave.

"Well, since the two donors are so busy, I won't bother you." After saying that, the monk unexpectedly turned around and prepared to walk forward.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I finally got rid of this person. But what I never expected was that the monk walked a little forward, turned around suddenly, sneered at us, and then seemed to take something out of his arms.

"Be careful!"

I didn't even have time to see what it was, I just heard the old man wondering for a while, and then something white seemed to appear in front of me, hitting my pupils directly, and the old man stretched out his hand to grab it.

"Excuse me." The monk said this and left.

He walked very fast at this time, and seemed to be afraid of being caught up.

"What?" I didn't even know that the monk was planning to plot against us. Did he find us? Absolutely impossible. At this moment, I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat. If I had just taken a step forward, I might have died without a burial place.

"I..."

"Damn it." The old man cursed.

Then he stretched out his hand, threw away the white stone, and said, "Good guy, this is testing us. It seems that we have to leave quickly, otherwise it will be troublesome if we are targeted."

"You said, he is going to attack us?"

I asked.

"Very likely." The old man replied.

I looked around. It was past two in the afternoon, and it seemed very quiet. People were doing their own things, and no one seemed to notice our presence.

"Hurry up."

I was almost dragged by the old man, and I even felt a little dazed. We decided to take a shortcut because we were afraid of being followed, but when we walked into an alley, we suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Someone is following us." The old man was alert.

I turned around suddenly, but there was no one.

This is a very shabby box, almost blocked by this ancient building, so few people come here, and some unused old items are piled up, and they can be hidden around at any time.

It was dead quiet all around, and there was no human figure. As long as we passed this alley, there would be a station a few hundred meters ahead. We should be safe by then.

"Go, hurry up."

The old man dragged me and ran forward at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

But when we were about to reach the end, a person suddenly flashed out from the front. The man was a monk, frowning slightly. At this time, he held a broken bowl in his right hand and a stick in the other hand. Then he sat on the ground with his chest exposed, crossed his legs, and stared at us.

The old man and I stopped immediately.

"What do you mean?"

The old man said.

The monk suddenly laughed, "Nothing, but I feel strange and have no money left, so I want to find you."

"Robbery?"

I sneered.

"It's serious." The monk said Amitabha seriously.

"Hahaha..."

The old man laughed, "I don't think you have such great ability?"

"Why don't you try?" The monk stood up at this time, staring at the stick in his hand. At this moment, he seemed to have come out of the sewer, and his whole body exuded a very unpleasant smell.

"Ugh."

I almost vomited.

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