C18 Be in a desperate situation

Actually, I should have left a few days ago, but the truth of the headless Buddha statue hasn't surfaced. If I were to leave now, it wouldn't be appropriate.

It took a lot of effort for the ground to dry up. I didn't expect it to start raining again today. After receiving the news of the hundred events, I immediately rushed over to look for him.

Today, this guy unexpectedly closed his house and even took back the sign at the entrance. This person, who was usually eager for the entire village to come and ask about things, couldn't possibly remove his own sign.

I knocked lightly on the door. There was no answer, so I continued to knock until the person inside was sure it was me.

When he opened the door, it was as if he had done something shameful. He looked around to make sure no one was looking at his house before he let me in and closed the door.

I don't understand. Even if I promised the old elder that I wouldn't do it, there's no need for me to be this afraid.

"Do you really think I'm so scared because I'm afraid of the old elder's nagging?" He led me upstairs to the bedroom and sat me down.

If that was not true, then why was he so frightened? Since that day, he did not even dare to step out of the door. What exactly was the reason?

He poured me a glass of water and said, What does the old chief have to do with me? Is there a need for me to hide from him?

A piece of paper was taken out of his pocket, and he showed it to me. It looked as if someone had deliberately written it in a way that made it look as if it were written by a beginner.

Do not interfere in this matter, or you will die miserably.

The enemy is in the dark and we're in the light, so it's a lie to say that we're not afraid. If you don't even know who the enemy is, then you might have already lost your life.

When did it happen? I inquired about it.

He told me that it was the night after he and I squatted in the temple that someone knocked on the door the next morning. He opened it to see that there was no one there, but a note had been stabbed into the doorframe with a knife.

This was a blatant threat. Without a doubt, this threat was from someone who was afraid that Pepsi would find out the truth of the matter.

I asked him if he would just let it go like this. His expression immediately changed and he shouted, "How could I, Master Liu, just let it go like this? Threatening me?" Who does he think he is? Would I be afraid of him?

Even though he said so, I knew he wouldn't dare go out again, for fear that his life might be in danger. That's why he sent the kids to find me, to get rid of the bigger ones, and to report back to him immediately if he heard anything useful.

"What did you find?" As soon as I asked this question, his expression changed.

You may not know much about him, but that man lives a boring life and spends his days thinking about how to make money, so he goes to his own fish pond every day, but yesterday a kid told me that he can always see Roson wandering around the temple for a few days.

Pepsi rubbed his chin and continued, "Ah Liang, but I don't agree with what you're saying. You said that the person who threatened me this time is the headless Buddha statue's criminal, but I think that's too certain. Normally, no matter who asked me about his wife's affair or husband's affair, I would tell him that if I didn't have a good relationship with the village chief, I would've been killed by them already."

There was no reason to think so. He had been too used to too many people. If the secret of his wife and husband were exposed, it was possible to destroy their family. This kind of thing was enough for others to kill him a thousand times over.

"Then why do you think Roson did such a thing?" When I asked him, he couldn't tell me why, and he wasn't sure now that the prisoner was him. At most, he was a suspect.

He told me to keep looking. He didn't dare to go out for the next few days anyway, so he decided to find the person who threatened him first.

I nodded. There was no other way but to investigate it myself.

I was about to say something when Pepsi made a quiet gesture and pointed upstairs. I asked him what was wrong.

"There's movement upstairs. Someone's coming in." I listened, but I didn't hear anything. How could his ears be so sharp?

Zhou Ling told me softly that someone had indeed come in. She had also heard the sound of someone flipping through the window.

Pepsi carefully locked the door, then blocked it with a stool. I backed up against each other to the window and drew the curtains.

A rhythmic knocking sound came from the door. Pepsi looked around and picked up a wooden stick that was placed in a nearby window.

Pepsi and I held our breath, thinking we'd knock someone out as soon as he came in.

However, it seemed that the other party didn't want to sneak into the room and tell us as soon as they knocked on the door.

He's here, and we don't know who he is.

Suddenly the knocking stopped and the air quieted. I told Pepsi to stand still while I went up to see what was going on, just as I was leaning over the door to hear if there was any movement outside.

A loud sound shook my eardrums. What made me even more terrified was that half of the axe had pierced through the wooden door. It was only a few centimeters away from hitting my head.

I immediately stepped back and cursed out loud, "F * ck!"

I saw him through the crack in the door, but he was wearing a mask so I couldn't see his face.

The whole door was in tatters. He kicked a hole in it, and when he looked at me, the look in his eyes under the mask was terrible.

I wanted to find something that could save my life, but there was nothing around me. The wooden stick in Pepsi's hand was like an axe.

He looked at me, and I knew what he meant. This was the second floor, and if he were to rush in, Pepsi and I would definitely be unable to hold him off. The only way was to jump off the building.

I glanced down the stairs, a look that made me give up the idea of jumping off the building. Four or five people were also wearing masks, and they were as still as terracotta soldiers.

It's over, I only had this thought at that moment, I couldn't rush over, and the only exit was guarded. The other party seemed to have a complete grasp of our situation, and planned to kill me this time.

I thought of the talisman the Taoist had given me. It was useless this time, because the other party was human.

The man in the doorway was standing there, stooping slowly through the doorway. Pepsi and I exchanged a look and came to a consensus.

No matter who it was, as long as one person escaped, it would be better to die than two.

He held the stick, but his hand was shaking. I was afraid, too, that I had never been in such a situation before, but I had to pretend to be calm.

The person had already entered the room, and the chair was not blocked at all. The person had actually broken the chair into pieces with a single stomp.

How could there be such a force? He stood in front of me, about 1.8 meters tall, and when I looked at him, he was still quite a distance away from me.

I told Pepsi to be on the lookout, and as soon as I got to him, I took the chance to run. He nodded.

The other person slowly approached me. His axe was already horizontally in the air as he raised it up and down. I used the wooden stick to block. As expected, the wooden stick was instantly split into two halves in my hand.

Without hesitation, I changed directions and used two wooden sticks to hit the opponent's legs. However, the opponent seemed to be unconscious, as he simply stood on the spot without feeling anything. His axe fell again, and I rolled to the side to dodge it before directly smashing into the ground.

He seized the chance and immediately got out of bed to escape. Unexpectedly, his opponent immediately let go of his axe and, although his movements were slow, he took a step over and grabbed his neck from behind before directly slamming him into the wall.

With a dull thud, Pepsi fell onto the bed and rolled onto the floor. He wanted to get up, but he stuck to the ground.

I hit him in the back with the baton in a storm, but he ignored me, turned, grabbed both my hands, and picked me up.

I tried to let go, but it was too late. He swung me over his head and I turned 180 degrees in the air and was thrown onto the bed. If it hadn't been for the mattress, I was sure my spine would have broken.

He was not human at all.