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This is a Hindu temple that has just been established. The carved patterns on the pillars at the entrance of the church are based on mountains and rivers, lotus flowers, strange animals and figures, fairies, etc. The leaves and branches are curved and entwined between various patterns, and the whole pattern creates a dream. like a fairy world.

The floor leading to the main hall is paved with stone slabs, and occasionally you can see a few cross-cut cobblestone streaks. The most dazzling thing is that dozens of colored lights are arranged on the roof, playing Hindu music continuously. religious music, but unfortunately, there are not many tourists coming in to worship or sightseeing.

The teaching center is a little deserted.

In addition to the fact that the Chinese people are not interested in the Hindu Institute, there is also the reason why the Hindu Institute has been closed inexplicably for two days, so there are no outsiders except for a dozen or so Hindus wearing white scarves at the door, only the sound of chanting scriptures from inside makes people feel People know that there are still many believers in the church.

This is a beautiful evening, and it is also a bloody evening.

A handsome-looking Indian man in fluttering white clothes walked towards the door unhurriedly in the blood-like sunlight. The string of Buddhist beads on his wrist was particularly dazzling and beautiful in the sunlight, but his profound On his face, apart from the vast Dharma, there was also a faint murderous look.

The Hindus at the door quickly noticed his figure, but when they wanted to speak out, their bodies shook.

Then, the three believers who recognized him knelt down on the stone steps at the door, as if welcoming the man's arrival in trepidation. They bowed their heads to the ground, and with this knock, their heads were like ripe autumn fruits, tearing off branches It fell and rolled on the ground.

There was an extremely smooth fracture on the necks of several people, as if cut off by a supreme sword, but the Indian man had no sharp weapon at all, and no one saw him make a move. He was like a Tianzhu Buddha , advancing unhurriedly in the setting sun.

The rest of the people stared at the head of their companions on the ground, their faces getting paler and paler.

Even their tightly pursed lips turned white. The guard leader's hand was slightly strained, and the veins in the hand holding the sharp knife appeared, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He knew that the Indian man was here to kill, to kill him , killing everyone, but he didn't have the courage to resist at all.

The three heads rolled aside, bringing out blood red all the way.

The guard leader's lips were a little dry and timid. He subconsciously wanted to stop the Indian man's next move. He held the handle of the knife with force in his palm to show the courage to fight. He wanted the Indian man to stop under the stone steps. Unfortunately, the sharp knife always Stay in the scabbard, can't pull it out...

No, I didn't have the courage to pull it out!

In the next second, his head flew out.

Blood soared into the sky, staining the sunset in the eyes of the rest of the people. The leader of the guard collapsed with his head in a different place, and the sharp knife symbolizing courage was still not pulled out. He was a little sad and unwilling. He knew that the Indian man would kill him , but he didn't have the courage to fight.

But it can't be blamed for his cowardice. There are not many people in India who can stand up to the man in front of him.

Because he has a supreme title: Son of India!

No one thought that Par Wumang would suddenly come to Tibet, let alone that he would go straight to this church that symbolizes India, and least of all, he would not expect that Par Wumang would kill the Hindu temple in a brutal and bloody way. It may not be necessary for him to state the reasons.

At some point, Par Wumang had already climbed the stone steps, heading towards the depths of the church.

And the people at the door are all dead, no one has drawn a knife!

At this time, more than a hundred Hindus had already heard the movement in the church. When they saw Par Wumang, they trembled and had no courage to resist. Only some newly joined believers from other countries, after seeing Par After Er Wumang killed all directions, he was aroused with fierceness and rushed forward.

Pal Wumang had a calm face, and the white soles of his shoes were stepping forward with blood.

The believers who rushed up were like waves hitting the hard rock, and scattered in all directions. The hands of the people behind were shaking more and more, and their faces were getting paler, because they saw more and more blood, and they fell down on Parr without a trace. There are more and more corpses on both sides of the mount, dozens of them in the blink of an eye.

Some Hindus think of a legend many years ago. On a festival day when the sun was everywhere and flowers were blooming everywhere, Par Wumang entered a pagan place with a knife. An hour later, there was no one left alive. He entered a teaching school with different ideas.

This time he did not have a knife in his hand.

But the whole church was still sadly enveloped by a strong smell of blood.

A figure flashed out on the second floor, an injured Indian woman, with long black hair, eyes with smoky makeup, a slightly thin face with the same figure, slender legs fixed on the balcony, and high heels that were so black that they could reflect the light. The sunlight fluttered in dizzying arcs.

In fact, this woman is not pretty, on the contrary, she has a vicious aura, just like the legendary vixen, not only charming, but also a vixen, but her expression at the moment is also pale and desolate. The murderous aura without awns was crushed into pieces.

"what!"

The screams kept ringing out. At this moment, Pal swept across the second floor in a senseless manner. This breath made India Po's frown frown, because she hated this breath very much. This breath not only smelled of blood, The most important thing is that there is no emotion in it, only indifference.

It seems that in front of Parr's eyes and mind, there is nothing in the world worth cherishing. Anyone can see it like a pig or a dog, but Indian mother-in-law doesn't understand. Obviously, the son of India is a person with great affection for India. Why is it cold-blooded to kill believers with different ideas?

At this time, Par Wumang had killed nearly a hundred people, and his will had already controlled everything around the church, strong, decisive, and unyielding.In accordance with the moral principles, the compassion between heaven and earth has become a meaningless bubble before Par Wumang's powerful absolute will.

India Po Whirling's body trembled, but she couldn't do anything at all.

At least now I can't rush out to fight against Par Wumang, and even she can barely stabilize her body with her hands on the wall. The head kept rolling, she almost vomited out.

Indian mother-in-law forcibly condensed his mind, trying to resist this indifferent killing intent that made him feel very uncomfortable, even a little disgusting, but it was like being hammered continuously by a heavy hammer, shaking his mind and soul, A streak of blood oozed from the corner of her lips...

She wanted to touch the black snake but found that her left arm was empty. The black snake was hacked to death by the fourth child last night.

A hint of helpless sadness flashed in her eyes, she lowered her eyes subconsciously, she no longer looked at all the things that happened in the church, she gave up the idea of ​​preventing Par Wumang from killing people, she didn't have the strength, but she didn't just stop there Run away because she has nowhere to hide.

Even if Par Wumang didn't kill himself, Par Hughes would kill her.

Things in Tibet have been handled really badly.

At this moment, Par Wumang suddenly stopped, and looked at the last few believers with deep eyes. Behind him lay more than 140 corpses, blood flowing like a river, and the blood reflected the setting sun. It was golden yellow, and an orchid print was pinched out with fingers, vast and boundless.

He lowered his head and flicked away a drop of blood on the beads.

It was this action that gave the remaining five people a chance to take advantage of it. The most powerful and domineering of the hundred or so, they gathered unprecedented courage and raised their sharp knives, like five sharp arrows facing the setting sun. Longer, the blade becomes sharper by two points.

It's a pity that the posture is beautiful and the posture is very strong, but the reality is cruel.

Under the sun, the five figures stagnated as soon as they rushed to the way, and then, like birds with broken wings, they landed one by one. Dazzling blood flowed out from their throats, re-washing the gradually cooling blood of their dead companions. Pausing religious music happens to spread.

The killing is boundless.

Paar stepped over these corpses without a light, looked up, and looked at a wall.

Behind the wall, hides the Indian mother-in-law.

It's just that no matter how thick the wall is, how can it block the awnless elegance?This is a Hindu temple that has just been established. The carved patterns on the pillars at the entrance of the church are based on mountains and rivers, lotus flowers, strange animals and figures, fairies, etc. The leaves and branches are curved and entwined between various patterns, and the whole pattern creates a dream. like a fairy world.

The floor leading to the main hall is paved with stone slabs, and occasionally you can see a few cross-cut cobblestone streaks. The most dazzling thing is that dozens of colored lights are arranged on the roof, playing Hindu music continuously. religious music, but unfortunately, there are not many tourists coming in to worship or sightseeing.

The teaching center is a little deserted.

In addition to the fact that the Chinese people are not interested in the Hindu Institute, there is also the reason why the Hindu Institute has been closed inexplicably for two days, so there are no outsiders except for a dozen or so Hindus wearing white scarves at the door, only the sound of chanting scriptures from inside makes people feel People know that there are still many believers in the church.

This is a beautiful evening, and it is also a bloody evening.

A handsome-looking Indian man in fluttering white clothes walked towards the door unhurriedly in the blood-like sunlight. The string of Buddhist beads on his wrist was particularly dazzling and beautiful in the sunlight, but his profound On his face, apart from the vast Dharma, there was also a faint murderous look.

The Hindus at the door quickly noticed his figure, but when they wanted to speak out, their bodies shook.

Then, the three believers who recognized him knelt down on the stone steps at the door, as if welcoming the man's arrival in trepidation. They bowed their heads to the ground, and with this knock, their heads were like ripe autumn fruits, tearing off branches It fell and rolled on the ground.

There was an extremely smooth fracture on the necks of several people, as if cut off by a supreme sword, but the Indian man had no sharp weapon at all, and no one saw him make a move. He was like a Tianzhu Buddha , advancing unhurriedly in the setting sun.

The rest of the people stared at the head of their companions on the ground, their faces getting paler and paler.

Even their tightly pursed lips turned white. The guard leader's hand was slightly strained, and the veins in the hand holding the sharp knife appeared, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He knew that the Indian man was here to kill, to kill him , killing everyone, but he didn't have the courage to resist at all.

The three heads rolled aside, bringing out blood red all the way.

The guard leader's lips were a little dry and timid. He subconsciously wanted to stop the Indian man's next move. He held the handle of the knife with force in his palm to show the courage to fight. He wanted the Indian man to stop under the stone steps. Unfortunately, the sharp knife always Stay in the scabbard, can't pull it out...

No, I didn't have the courage to pull it out!

In the next second, his head flew out.

Blood soared into the sky, staining the sunset in the eyes of the rest of the people. The leader of the guard collapsed with his head in a different place, and the sharp knife symbolizing courage was still not pulled out. He was a little sad and unwilling. He knew that the Indian man would kill him , but he didn't have the courage to fight.

But it can't be blamed for his cowardice. There are not many people in India who can stand up to the man in front of him.

Because he has a supreme title: Son of India!

No one thought that Par Wumang would suddenly come to Tibet, let alone that he would go straight to this church that symbolizes India, and least of all, he would not expect that Par Wumang would kill the Hindu temple in a brutal and bloody way. It may not be necessary for him to state the reasons.

At some point, Par Wumang had already climbed the stone steps, heading towards the depths of the church.

And the people at the door are all dead, no one has drawn a knife!

At this time, more than a hundred Hindus had already heard the movement in the church. When they saw Par Wumang, they trembled and had no courage to resist. Only some newly joined believers from other countries, after seeing Par After Er Wumang killed all directions, he was aroused with fierceness and rushed forward.

Pal Wumang had a calm face, and the white soles of his shoes were stepping forward with blood.

The believers who rushed up were like waves hitting the hard rock, and scattered in all directions. The hands of the people behind were shaking more and more, and their faces were getting paler, because they saw more and more blood, and they fell down on Parr without a trace. There are more and more corpses on both sides of the mount, dozens of them in the blink of an eye.

Some Hindus think of a legend many years ago. On a festival day when the sun was everywhere and flowers were blooming everywhere, Par Wumang entered a pagan place with a knife. An hour later, there was no one left alive. He entered a teaching school with different ideas.

This time he did not have a knife in his hand.

But the whole church was still sadly enveloped by a strong smell of blood.

A figure flashed out on the second floor, an injured Indian woman, with long black hair, eyes with smoky makeup, a slightly thin face with the same figure, slender legs fixed on the balcony, and high heels that were so black that they could reflect the light. The sunlight fluttered in dizzying arcs.

In fact, this woman is not pretty, on the contrary, she has a vicious aura, just like the legendary vixen, not only charming, but also a vixen, but her expression at the moment is also pale and desolate. The murderous aura without awns was crushed into pieces.

"what!"

The screams kept ringing out. At this moment, Pal swept across the second floor in a senseless manner. This breath made India Po's frown frown, because she hated this breath very much. This breath not only smelled of blood, The most important thing is that there is no emotion in it, only indifference.

It seems that in front of Parr's eyes and mind, there is nothing in the world worth cherishing. Anyone can see it like a pig or a dog, but Indian mother-in-law doesn't understand. Obviously, the son of India is a person with great affection for India. Why is it cold-blooded to kill believers with different ideas?

At this time, Par Wumang had killed nearly a hundred people, and his will had already controlled everything around the church, strong, decisive, and unyielding.In accordance with the moral principles, the compassion between heaven and earth has become a meaningless bubble before Par Wumang's powerful absolute will.

India Po Whirling's body trembled, but she couldn't do anything at all.

At least now I can't rush out to fight against Par Wumang, and even she can barely stabilize her body with her hands on the wall. The head kept rolling, she almost vomited out.

Indian mother-in-law forcibly condensed his mind, trying to resist this indifferent killing intent that made him feel very uncomfortable, even a little disgusting, but it was like being hammered continuously by a heavy hammer, shaking his mind and soul, A streak of blood oozed from the corner of her lips...

She wanted to touch the black snake but found that her left arm was empty. The black snake was hacked to death by the fourth child last night.

A hint of helpless sadness flashed in her eyes, she lowered her eyes subconsciously, she no longer looked at all the things that happened in the church, she gave up the idea of ​​preventing Par Wumang from killing people, she didn't have the strength, but she didn't just stop there Run away because she has nowhere to hide.

Even if Par Wumang didn't kill himself, Par Hughes would kill her.

Things in Tibet have been handled really badly.

At this moment, Par Wumang suddenly stopped, and looked at the last few believers with deep eyes. Behind him lay more than 140 corpses, blood flowing like a river, and the blood reflected the setting sun. It was golden yellow, and an orchid print was pinched out with fingers, vast and boundless.

He lowered his head and flicked away a drop of blood on the beads.

It was this action that gave the remaining five people a chance to take advantage of it. The most powerful and domineering of the hundred or so, they gathered unprecedented courage and raised their sharp knives, like five sharp arrows facing the setting sun. Longer, the blade becomes sharper by two points.

It's a pity that the posture is beautiful and the posture is very strong, but the reality is cruel.

Under the sun, the five figures stagnated as soon as they rushed to the way, and then, like birds with broken wings, they landed one by one. Dazzling blood flowed out from their throats, re-washing the gradually cooling blood of their dead companions. Pausing religious music happens to spread.

The killing is boundless.

Paar stepped over these corpses without a light, looked up, and looked at a wall.

Behind the wall, hides the Indian mother-in-law.

It's just that no matter how thick the wall is, how can it block the awnless elegance?