Then Tedamir picked up his pig-killing knife and slashed Li Mingyao's chest.

"Slow!" I saw Tedamir slashing hard. Before his knife touched Li Mingyao, I had to scream and said, "Brother, if you cut down your strength, my brother would probably be dead. Take it easy. Moreover, your knife just cut off the zombies, and there were so many zombie blood on it, and there was still a lot of blood before. Can you disinfect this? At least you have to have some safety awareness."

"Oh, I'll go." Tedamir frowned and pointed at me and said, "When I used to do something (there are still a punishment for beheading in many areas of Tibet). When I was slashing those guys' heads with a knife, I didn't say anything about disinfection when I went home to kill pigs. I didn't see any pigs being dissatisfied?"

"I'll go, can this be compared?" I looked at the big man, and the big man looked at me and threw the knife over and said, "You can find a way to disinfect yourself. I can tell you, your brother may live for a long time, the faster the better."

When I caught the knife, I smelled a very strong smell of blood. The knife probably had been spread for at least hundreds of years, and it was also very murderous. I really couldn't believe that a monk would use this thing as a weapon. I looked around and saw that there was no water in the forest, so how could he disinfect it?

"There is a small river not far away, you go there." Tedamir pointed in one direction and said to me, and then he did it next to Li Mingyao, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his small pocket, then lit it and started smoking.

I took this knife and ran wildly in the direction that Tedamir told me before. After running for about thirty seconds, I saw a stream one meter wide. The stream looked quite clear. I quickly put down Tedamir's knife and washed it hard with my hands. Unexpectedly, there was a lot of dirt on it, as if it was formed by blood clots together. I stumbled it with my hands. After a long time, the stream was dyed light red. It was estimated that it took five minutes to wash this thing before I washed it roughly.

I ran back with the knife. After I came back, Tedamir was already bandaging his chest at this time, and there were two smaller knives next to Tedamir.

I walked to Tedamir and threw the knife next to him and asked, "You have finished the surgery? If you have a prepared knife, do you ask me to wash the knife for you?"

Tedamir didn't reply to my words. At this time, he was still holding a cigarette in his mouth and his head was covered with sweat. At this time, the small needle I found from somewhere was sewing the wound bit by bit.

After about five minutes, Tedamir finally finished sewing the wound. He then breathed a sigh of relief. I looked at Li Mingyao's chest. At this time, his chest was covered with blood, but his breathing was quite even now, and it seemed that it was okay.

At this time, Li Mingyao was fine, Wu Zhicong and Su Xue had nothing to do, and I relaxed all of a sudden, but as soon as I relaxed, I felt the severe pain in my chest. I frowned and held back the pain, sat next to Tedamir and said to Tedamir: "Brother, do you have any cigarettes? Come two."

Tedamir tilted his head and looked at me, took out a cigarette from his bag and handed it to me. I took the cigarette and looked at Tedamir up and down. At this time, Tedamir had five or six scars on his body, which looked very tough. If he hadn't appeared as a lama at the beginning, I wouldn't have believed that this was a lama.

"What are you looking at? Have you seen the handsome guy?" Tedamir smiled, and lit a cigarette and started smoking. I was so painful in my chest that I couldn't stand it, so I deliberately found some questions and asked: "I can't tell, can all the lamas in Tibet smoke now?"

Tedamir shook his head and said, "Of course not, but I am an exception. Those lamas don't stick to sex, don't stick to wine for a day, and don't smoke the most basic cigarettes. Isn't this a pity?"

"Uh, since you say that, why do you still want to be a lama?" I looked at this Tedamir and felt that he was different from the monks he usually met. Although these lamas nowadays are lustful and rich, they definitely don't dare to let others know and will never read it loudly like Tedamir.

"To repay the kindness, if it weren't for the kindness, who would have been willing to be this lama?" Tedamir seemed to have been mentioned by him as a sad thing, and then he started to tell me.

It turns out that Tedamir was originally a tyrant in a remote place in Tibet. Although the motherland explicitly prohibited lynching, some places in Tibet still use beheading to execute some extremely evil people. Tedamir was a tyrant in his ancestors and was also a natural tyrant.

In the words of Tedamir, their whole family will feel uncomfortable if they don’t chop their heads every day, but these days there are not so many heads that you can chop them. Later, the whole family changed their careers and became pig slaughterers. They would cut people who were punished if they had nothing to do, but it was not comfortable to kill pigs, which is probably a quirk.

It was probably in 1997, and there was a notice coming at that time that there was a prisoner who wanted to beheaded. Originally, Tedamir was going to go, but later his father was beaten to death and wanted to go. There was no way, Tedamir's father went, but unexpectedly, he caused a big disaster this time.

The prisoner is named Tyson, who has a great background. He is in his twenties. His parents are the leader of a gangster organization in the mainland. Tyson also came to Tibet to play. However, because he was used to being domineering in the mainland, he actually robbed the girl in Tibet. At that time, he brought five bodyguards, but the fierce temperament of Tibetans was reflected at this time. There were more than 100 people in the village, each of whom was carrying a hidden knife. When he came out, he chopped the five bodyguards into meat filling. He also tied Tyson and was sentenced to him.

I heard Tedamir say this and cheered repeatedly. If the people in the mainland have the tough temperament of Tibetans, those rich second-generation officials and second-generations dare to be arrogant? They are too lazy to compete with you for their parents and mothers, and they will just chop it up for you.

At that time, Tedamir's father went to chop Tyson's head, but this finally caused a big disaster. The gangster couple had only one son. Is it easy for his son to take a few bodyguards out for a trip? In the end, someone even chopped him up. The gangsters in that era were much more arrogant than the gangsters today. They brought more than 20 people, and each rushed to Tedamir's house with a pistol.
Chapter completed!