() "Look! You still don't believe me when I say you look so scary!" Zhang Xiong had no choice but to prepare another bucket of cold water.
"It seems that these Indians are too cowardly!" Mo Qilin said angrily: "I just look a bit unconventional and shocking. Why did I react so violently?"
Another bucket of cold water was poured on the unlucky guy's head. He shook the water on his head and woke up. The strange thing was that this time he just glanced at Mo Qilin lightly and had no reaction. He was beaten by the same person.
The thing frightened me twice, but the third time I saw it, even the timid person would have the ability to resist.
"Spare your life, uncle!" The prisoner said to Zhang Xiong in broken Chinese: "Don't let your dog scare me anymore! I have never seen such an ugly dog... At worst, I will tell you whatever you want to know.
What, don’t kill me!”
Zhang Xiong, who was originally sullen, immediately burst out laughing. Mo Qilin opened his lion eyes angrily and roared: "I am a Qilin! It is a sacred beast! You are a country bumpkin who has no knowledge. Why are you talking nonsense!"
After saying that, he opened his mouth and was about to bite, but Zhang Xiong stopped him: "Don't be impulsive, he is just discussing the matter and doing business."
He then asked the prisoner: "How come you can speak Chinese? Where did you learn it?"
"My father is a Chinese businessman who came to India, but he abandoned us after he and my mother gave birth to me." When the prisoner said this, his eyes were full of tears, and he looked like he was about to cry.
Looks like: "My mother had to raise me alone and legally, so she had to give me to the Basso family to be Balang's adopted son. Although I was said to be an adopted son, in fact, I was not even as good as a dog..."
Zhang Xiong sighed and said, "I didn't expect you also came from a miserable background."
But the prisoner obviously knew little about Chinese. He asked doubtfully: "What does the bitter origin mean?"
"Hey!" Mo Qilin stepped in at this time: "I thought that no one here could speak Chinese, so I volunteered to take this job. Now that he can speak Chinese, I'll leave it to you! I'm leaving first!"
Having said that, Mo Qilin was about to walk out with his four stubby hooves, but was stopped by Zhang Xiong: "Young man! Like being a hands-off shopkeeper? No way! Since you are entrusted with full authority by the adults, you must be responsible to the end!
I don’t care if you run away! Anyway, if you fuck me up, I will just be punished, but you will be stewed!"
"Hey, don't be angry...I'm just talking." Although Mo Qilin has not yet transformed into a human form, the expression on his face is already imitating it.
Zhang Xiong asked the prisoner with Chinese blood again: "Where did you hide that child? Tell me quickly! If you don't tell the truth, I will kill you even if you have Chinese blood! You see over there
Is that beast that is neither human nor ghost? I can tell you! He hasn’t eaten for three days!"
"No, no!" the prisoner begged for mercy: "I say! I say! Before I was knocked down, I saw a Shiva cult holding the child and running towards the city. I think he should be going to the city.
It’s the altar!”
"Is there an altar in the city?" Zhang Xiong looked at him in confusion: "Tell me! Where is the altar?"
"The altar is in the center of the city. There are three altars there, namely Shiva, Vishnu, and Brahma. Our altar is the second one from the left. It is the one with the Lovin flower logo...
But there are many believers and parishioners inside, and you guys can't rush in." The prisoner suddenly asked pitifully: "I know everything you said, should you let me go?"
"Don't be anxious yet. It's hard for us as outsiders to sneak in, hehe..." Zhang Xiong said as he untied the rope from the prisoner: "We want to take you with us!"
"Ah!" The prisoner waved his hands repeatedly as if he had been stung by a scorpion, "Absolutely not! They will definitely kill me! I won't go! I won't go!"
"It's not up to you!" Zhang Xiong pushed him in front and yelled at Mo Qilin, who was curled up beside him: "Don't be pretentious! Follow me quickly!"
"Ah? I still want to go?" Mo Qilin followed reluctantly, still muttering: "You have to bring more people with you if you want to go..."
Zhang Xiong angrily rebuked: "What nonsense are you talking about? We are here to rescue people! What's the use if we bring too many people and the hostages have been transferred before they even reach the place? We need to have fewer people to catch them by surprise!"
He then looked at Mo Qilin's strange appearance, shook his head and said, "You can't go out like this! You look too eye-catching!"
After that, he hung the saddle and the decorative cloth on Mo Qilin's body, and also put a riding mask on his head. In this way, Mo Qilin looked like a short-legged horse.
"I'm warning you, I won't say anything to cover up. If you really dare to ride me, I won't be polite to you! Don't blame me if you fall!" Mo Qilin pretended to be a horse and followed Zhang Xiong closely.
Behind him and the prisoner, he was still talking relentlessly.
This weird trio walked slowly from the outskirts of the city, passed through the city gate, and passed through the noisy, chaotic and dirty downtown. Suddenly, the buildings on both sides began to look elegant, with obvious texture and use compared to the houses in other blocks.
The materials are different.
"This is the wealthy area of Bandero City, and it is also where the altar is located. Generally, only big businessmen and high-level believers can live here. Be careful! From here on, you have entered the scope of the parish. There are guards
Teach the guards to protect..."
Before the prisoner finished speaking, he saw groups of soldiers wearing soapy green robes and holding spears hurriedly passing by them.
"It seems that they are already mobilizing manpower to deal with us. We must move faster!" Zhang Xiong said while lowering his head involuntarily, trying his best to prevent those people from noticing his face with distinctive Chinese characteristics.
At this moment, a soldier at the bottom of the team of protective soldiers suddenly stopped and looked at them curiously...
"It's broken! You exposed it!" Mo Qilin said quietly: "He is coming towards us!"
"Don't be nervous! Pretend nothing happened!" Zhang Xiong pressed the hand holding the knife against the prisoner's back while trying his best to bury his face behind the prisoner's back so that no one could see him clearly.
At this time, the security guard followed closely, getting closer and closer to them!
Zhang Xiong's heart tightened, and he took out another dagger from his waist with his other hand, ready to cut his throat at any time!
"Idiot! What are you dawdling about!? Do you want to be a deserter?" At this time, the officer of the Skitarii ran over and cursed the soldier with all his might!
"Sir! That's not the case!" the guard said aggrievedly: "I saw the person in front of me..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" The Skitarii officer interrupted him rudely and slapped him with a backhand: "Hurry up and follow the team! We are about to have a big fight with the enemy! Why are you still staring in confusion!"
Watching the two people retreating, Zhang Xiong quietly put away the other dagger and took a deep breath.
"The equipment of these skitarii is not as good as the guards of the Basso family." Mo Qilin said contemptuously: "Look at their feet, they don't even wear shoes!"