A prison guard in the United States once revealed after retirement that the method they used to deal with some extremists was not the punishment of drowning or physical pain, but was locked in a cold dark room that could only be curled up. As long as they were locked up for a few days, no matter how strong the person in his heart could not resist the fear of completely losing his feelings.

In these ten seconds, Zhang Meng's body seemed to have taken a shower. His sweater seemed to be full of sweat, which was much thicker.

It seemed that a century had passed, until four or five seconds later, the solar eclipse began to retreat again, and the time when the sunlight shrouded on them again was only less than ten seconds, but everyone felt weak, especially the two little ones, who were even more unbearable. They were so scared that they collapsed on the ground and had no turmoil for a long time.

As quiet as death, everyone looked at the monk with shock in their eyes.

"Monk, you did it just now."

Zhao San asked with his eyes narrowed.

"No, I just finished reading the eulogy. Every year, I have to go here and remember the notes left by my master. This is the only time I have finished reading the eulogy."

The monk bowed to them, then turned back the same way, completely turning a blind eye to all their puzzled eyes.

Zhang Meng and the others were confused. What was really done by the monk just now because of the solar eclipse caused by the monk?

If not, then how can this be explained, especially in the end they were shrouded in the darkness that had lost the sun, Zhang Meng still had an indescribable sense of suffocation.

Zhang Meng felt that this matter was definitely not as simple as the monk's performance, but he was completely unable to grasp the thread, allowing him to clarify the confusing thread in front of him.

"Old man, this old monk is so wrong. I think he is plotting against us. Otherwise, we will join forces to make him a monk. I will just be a monk. I can't make a fuss."

A fierce light flashed across the waiter's face, and he said in a low voice.

"It won't be possible to kill him. You can arrest him and torture him. The matter just now is definitely not simple."

The old man hesitated for a moment, and he also felt that this matter was so evil. He looked at Zhang Shaotu and said.

"Then monk, you can't threaten him anything. I advise you to give up."

Zhao San shook his head, and the monk's eyes made him think of one word in his heart to describe: the heart is as calm as water.

The kind of calmness that only eminent monks possessed, even when they pointed the gun at the gun just now, there was no way to see a trace of panic in his eyes.

If you want to threaten such a person, it would be easier to kill him directly.

"Forget it, if he really wants to plot against us, then we have been hit now. What's the use of killing him and not getting clues? Maybe it's just our own suspicion."

Zhang Shaotu shook his head at the old man.

"Okay, the old man usually thinks peace is the most important thing. If it weren't for the fact that this time the incident was too weird, I wouldn't have such thoughts." The old man smiled bitterly.

They followed the monk out and walked back along the way.

The monk said less along the way, but there were occasional sighs. No matter how Zhang Meng and the others teased him, he was like a mute, without saying a word.

All of this made Zhang Meng feel more and more uneasy. He gently moved the second uncle beside him with his arm, but Zhang Shaotu was still in deep thought. No matter how Zhang Meng hinted, he would shake his head at most, which made A Meng feel a little puzzled. He didn't know what the second uncle was selling in the gourd.

After passing another level along the way, the soldiers still had no search results, which surprised Zhang Meng.

Sure enough, it is really impossible for those who dare to walk on this road without some real skills. Although this old man looks extremely honest, he doesn't know what method he uses. He can actually find the pistol hidden on him in several levels. On this heavily guarded road, he undoubtedly has an extra weapon to save his life than others.

After passing this checkpoint, I drove for about half an hour and saw the waiter next to Zhang Meng in a remote place suddenly shouted:

"Monkey stop first, I want to pee."

The car stopped in response to the sound. The old man opened the car door and said with some dissatisfaction:

"Speed ​​point, don't be ink."

"I know, this shit is also urging." The waiter said angrily.

The waiter got out of the car. He took a round, but rushed out of the car on the other side, suddenly opened the car door, and then dragged the old monk to the ground. He pushed a pistol directly on the monk's neck, and then shouted loudly:

"In that Devil City, what did you think of, tell me little by little, otherwise my head would be the same as this stone today."

With a sound, a piece of earth and stone next to the monk was directly crushed.

The old man and mistress also got out of the car quickly. Zhang Meng was also shocked. He didn't expect that the old man would act so suddenly and actually chose a location and then take action.

"Brothers, I have no intention of making things difficult for you, but I have intuition. If I don't understand this, I'm afraid it will cause us endless trouble in the future."

The old man stared at Zhang Shaotu and hugged his fists and said, with a ferocious murderous intent on his face, which was completely opposite to his previous peaceful appearance.

The monk slowly supported the ground with his hands and supported it, and the pistol in his throat was slowly pushed up.

He and the waiter looked at each other indifferently, and that way gave Zhang Meng an illusion, as if he was holding a gun and not the waiter, but the monk.

Zhang Meng looked at him from a distance and felt creepy. What kind of eyes were like? Even if they were a certain distance away, Zhang Meng had an illusion that it seemed that as long as the owner of this eyes was willing, he would become a dead person in the next second.

OK

The waiter actually gave the monk a look of his eyes and was stunned. The pistol fell to the ground.

"What's the point of losing your life?"

The old man roared, and his body suddenly walked forward at a speed opposite to his age, and suddenly picked up the pistol and pointed it at the monk.

Suddenly, the old man felt a suffocating sharpness coming from his throat.

A cold light had already pressed the old man's throat: "I'm really sorry, I have the opposite intuition with you."

The hand was very stable, and the old man smiled bitterly, knowing that he didn't have any chance.

His body suddenly softened. Zhang Shaotu gently took the pistol, but did not make things difficult for the old man. He inserted the dagger back into his waist sheath and threw the pistol to Zhao San.

Zhang Meng then breathed a sigh of relief. Uncle San was holding a pistol. Even if the old man had two guns hidden there, he was not afraid at all.

The old man seemed a little stunned, as if he hadn't expected Zhang Shaotu to let him go. He shook his head with a wry smile and did not speak anymore.

"Old Xiao, I have no intention of making things difficult for you, but I believe more in my heart."

Zhang Shaotu said lightly.

"If you can, get in the car."

The monk sorted out his clothes and said lightly, his tone as if nothing had happened just now.

The car started again, and the atmosphere along the way was even more bizarre.

The waiter and the waiter were tightly tense, as if they were about to fight at any time. The people on both sides didn't say a word, and the silence along the way was even more terrifying.

Finally, at about ten o'clock in the evening, they returned to Golmud.

When he got off the bus, the old man walked away without going back.

The monk bent at them and turned around and left. The van was thrown there, and there was no lock.

Zhang Shaotu nodded at Zhao San. The three of them walked in the other direction. However, when they were in a secluded place, Zhao San quietly disappeared.

When he returned to that hotel, Zhang Meng couldn't wait to ask Zhang Shaotu:

"Uncle II, what kind of gourd medicine do you sell today? That old monk is so weird, but I think he is not simple. If he can use the old man to ask, it is OK. Why do you want to stop me? And have you discovered anything along the way? I found that you seem to talk very often on the road."

Zhang Meng asked a series of questions, and Zhang Shaotu also smiled bitterly. He thought for a while before asking:

"Mengzi, I'll ask you one thing, what do you think about the solar eclipse?"

"It's hard to say, it's possible to say it's a coincidence. Nothing has happened in this world, but if you say it's the monk who made it, I definitely believe it."

Zhang Meng said firmly.

Along the way, he had encountered too many impossible information on the launch of the two nuclear bomb explosions he encountered between the Jingjue Tomb; he found a giant weasel ten-story high in Zhuge Tomb, which could control people's thinking; and the Immortal Mask in the Sky City.

Each of these things is "impossible, but as they explored, they found that these things seemed to be explained one by one, so now A Meng really dared not deny it directly.

"Ameng, you know that the second uncle's premonition has always been very accurate. When the boy was holding a gun at the monk, I really felt that I had encountered a physical reaction that I had never had before. The palpitations seemed to pull me directly into the abyss. If we killed that monk, we would get nothing. I hope your third uncle can get some information."

Zhang Shaotu said with a wry smile.

Zhang Meng's head buzzed, and since Er Bo's calculation premonition could be supported by the Zhang family, it means that all this is not groundless. Er Bo must have some of his own means, so it would be a bit scary for him to say this. This old monk was encountered in the market.
Chapter completed!