One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 181 Well, this is a madhouse, nothing wrong

Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged opposite the gray-clothed old man, and then he looked at the old man sitting in a dark corner. His face was a bit dark, his beard and hair were half gray, but he was meticulously tied with a black cloth strip.His gaze was deep and serene, even if he was sitting casually on the messy straw like this, he didn't look shabby, on the contrary, he had a bit of elegant demeanor, and he didn't look like a lunatic at all.

"You are not from Qianliu City." But the old man looked at Tang Sanzang, and the first thing he said was not to answer his question.

"Mister has good eyesight, poor monk Tang Sanzang, I don't know what to call him." Tang Sanzang asked with a slight smile, neither nervous nor defensive.

"The old man returns to Qianxie, the little master's accent should be from the east, right? Why did you find old man Qiu?" The old man took a deep look at Tang Sanzang and asked softly.

"It turned out to be Mr. Gui, I have something to ask old man Qiu, I wonder if Mr. told him where he is?" Tang Sanzang raised his eyebrows slightly, but his expression remained unchanged, he still asked with a smile.

From the old man Gui, he felt the atmosphere of those old things in the Tang Dynasty Hall, such as his cheap father and grandfather, who usually put on such a calm and clear look.

Of course, they were all pretending. This was the conclusion that Tang Sanzang and Li Simin came to after verifying it many times. There are indeed ministers with extraordinary reasoning ability, but if it is said that they can really read people's hearts, few can do it.

"Old man Qiu, it's not easy to see..." Old man Gui shook his head, just about to speak, when suddenly there was a loud gong outside.

"Open the door! Let the wind out!" A loud voice came from outside, and dozens of flying guards from the two teams walked into the corridor and began to open the door.

"This is?" Tang Sanzang looked at old man Gui with some doubts.

"The biggest difference between a lunatic asylum and a prison is that you can go out for half an hour before dinner every day." Gui old man stood up in charge of the wall, glanced at the shivering young man on the ground, not daring to look at Tang Sanzang, and turned to the door Go, "You might see old man Qiu later, but it's not easy to talk to him."

"Oh?" Tang Sanzang raised his brows slightly, and didn't take the two dull-eyed idiots at ease. He was a little puzzled by Gui Qianxie's words, but he could be sure that old man Gui knew old man Qiu, and that was enough.

Tang Sanzang would enter the lunatic asylum because he wanted to ask old man Qiu about the dream he said. People in Qianliu City would go crazy, which may be related to the five-color altar and the wordless holy tablet, and what old man Qiu dreamed about may be There is some useful information.

"Come out, stand in line at the door!" The lock of the door was quickly unlocked, and the two flying guards stood at the door and shouted loudly, watching Tang Sanzang and Gui Qianxie walk out, and then went inside again The two guys with faces full of fear dragged out.

The long corridor was already full of people. After entering the lunatic asylum, Tang Sanzang first met the bald gay man and the two brain-dead boys, plus a young man who was forced to have sex and a man who had obviously been in the officialdom. Old man, he didn't see a serious lunatic in a daze.

But now he finally saw what a lunatic asylum is. In front of him was a fat and round man squatting on the ground, hugging the thigh of a tall and thin old man, shaking his fat body, and shouting with his mouth: "Mother, mother, I want Breastfeeding, baby needs breastfeeding..."

It doesn't matter if it becomes a baby, the old man's reaction made Tang San hide goosebumps all over his body, he coquettishly brushed his loose long hair, looked at the fat baby on the ground with disgust, "Hurry up Let go of my mother's skirt, I haven't broken anywhere, where is my son!"

Tang Sanzang's eyelids kept twitching, his eyes moved away, and fell on the young man who put his hands up and down on his chest, pressed against the door frame, and looked around vigilantly, with that focused expression and tall and straight figure Tang Sanzang almost thought he saw a special police officer with a gun standing in front of him.

Sure enough, the next moment, the young man turned around, pulled the breech of the gun neatly, shot two shots at Fei Wei who was walking towards this side, and jumped on the ground, rolled and squatted on the ground, turned around and shot again. Two shots.

Of course, the gun was invented by Tang Sanzang, and the sound of the gun was composed by the young man himself. Tang Sanzang saw some tricks in this play, and Fei Wei, who was holding a short stick and brought the young man back to reality, obviously Take this as an act of provocation.

After eating two sticks in the back, the young man suddenly looked like a frost-beaten eggplant, and leaned against the wall with his head down and stopped talking.

Tang Sanzang glanced at his right hand, which had nothing in it but seemed to be spinning something, and saw that he played with guns in an orderly manner, so give him a dagger or a shovel, maybe he can really kill a few flying guards.

Then Tang Sanzang found a young man in the crowd who was squatting at the feet of the crowd, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, as if he was holding an epee. His eyes scanned the various thighs, and finally settled on a man facing this side. The body of Fei Wei who was walking was slightly arched, and when that Fei Wei walked in front of him, he suddenly jumped out, raised his hands high, and shouted: "Demacia!"

However, that Fei Wei was clearly prepared, he raised his leg and kicked him in the chest, and immediately hit the wall with a bang, rubbing his chest in pain.

"It's really a veritable madhouse..." Tang Sanzang muttered softly. This is just a normal area, and I don't know what those guys in the severe area will be like.

Driven by the flying guards, the lunatics lined up to leave the gate, and then they were guarded by a flying guard in a team of ten, basking in the sun and restricting activities in the area in front of the hall.

There is still some difference between the lunatic's release and the prisoner's release. After all, ordinary prisoners are not likely to compete with dozens of people to dig a hole with their bare hands under the leadership of one person. The dusty scene shocked Tang Sanzang.

Glancing at the old man Gui who was sitting on the mound at the side, Tang Sanzang said softly, "Mr. Gui, I haven't finished what I said earlier. I hope you will give me your advice."

"Come out." Gui Qianxie said softly, looking in the direction of the door.

Tang Sanzang followed his gaze, and a group of more than a dozen lunatics led by four flying guards with swords in the front and back came out. The leader was a young man in Tsing Yi, about 20 years old, with a handsome appearance and silver hair. Scattered at the back of the head, casually tied in the middle with a black cloth strip, a pair of clear eyes are black and white, looking around with great interest, not like a lunatic, but more like a handsome scholar.

It's just that he was wearing shackles on his hands and feet, not only him, but the dozens of people behind him were also wearing shackles on their hands and feet. Judging from their moving speed, the shackles should be quite heavy.

"Hey, here's a newcomer." The silver-haired young man quickly spotted Tang Sanzang, and his eyes lit up.

Tang Sanzang's eyes fell on the old man at the end of the group.

　==== Let's make two changes today. I have a cold. I've been sleepy after taking the medicine. I'm going to bed first. It's a bit cold during this time. Everyone, please keep warm.

　　
　
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