Chapter 2947 If You Can, Pry My Mouth Open

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The monks had all been knocked unconscious. There was no one else in the front yard except Chen Xinan and the other two.

When Pigeon left, he left all the small bottles behind.

They were all medicines he had prepared himself for various purposes.

When he was fiddling with the incense just now, Chen Xinan took the opportunity to put the knockout drug into the incense tray.

The fire and yellow smoke were produced after the knockout drug was ignited.

As the yellow smoke came together, the knockout incense began to drift.

In just a few minutes, it was enough to cover a radius of 20 meters.

If the antidote was not taken, even a tiger could be knocked unconscious and sleep for more than ten hours!

With the tacit understanding between Chen Xinan and Li Qi, they could understand what he wanted to do with just one look.

So Li Qi could take the antidote, but Han Yunmei couldn't, and was also knocked unconscious.

Fortunately, she has taken the antidote now, and her consciousness is slowly recovering, but her hands and feet are still a little weak.

Lying on Li Qi's back, Han Yunmei hugged his neck with both hands, her face flushed and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Chen Xin'an said to Li Qi: "We have to find the car carrying the golden Buddha!

But be careful, there must be someone guarding it."

Li Qi nodded and said to Han Yunmei on his back: "Yunmei, I will take you to a relatively safe place.

I will pick you up when everything is ready!"

Han Yunmei hugged Li Qi's neck tightly. Although she was reluctant, she still said seriously:

"Master, I want to go with you!

I can go now and won't drag you down!"

Li Qi gently put her down, and Han Yunmei walked back and forth a few steps. Sure enough, she was no longer staggering.

Chen Xin'an suddenly raised his finger and made a gesture to silence the two of them.

There was a sound of footsteps in the passage connecting the front and back yards, and someone was coming over.

"Brother Mingzhe, why hasn't Master come back yet?

Where did he go?

What should we do with those three guys?"

"Mingwu, don't worry about that, Brother Mingliang will take care of it.

Why hasn't he come back after going to the toilet for so long?

Could something have happened? Let's go and have a look!"

The two monks walked into the toilet quickly, and their faces changed when they saw a group of people lying on the ground!

"Brother Mingliang!" Mingzhe ran forward two steps and shouted to his fellow apprentice behind him: "Mingwu, go and call someone!"

"Okay!" Mingwu turned around and left, but at this moment, he had already seen three people standing at the door of the toilet!

Hearing no sound behind him, Mingzhe also turned around and saw Chen Xin'an and the other two at the door. His face changed drastically and he immediately drew his knife!

But before he could rush over, Han Yunmei took out a pistol and pointed it at his head!

The gun on Mingliang's body had been taken away by Li Qi and handed to Han Yunmei.

Mingwu was so scared that he dared not move, and stood stupidly aside.

Chen Xinan came over, stood in front of Mingwu and said: "I have something to ask you..."

"Idiot!" Mingwu's eyes lit up, his body suddenly shrank down, and then the knife in his hand stabbed Chen Xinan's stomach!

Since you are stupid enough to use your body to block the muzzle of the gun for me, then I will not be polite!

But before the knife touched the other party's body, his right hand was grabbed by the other party!

Before he could react, with a click, his wrist was broken!

Mingwu's face turned pale instantly, and he opened his mouth to scream!

But Chen Xinan covered his mouth with one hand, and then flicked his finger at his Adam's apple.

The severe pain made Mingwu silent instantly. He covered his throat with his left hand, bent down and kept retching.

Mingzhe wanted to rush over to save people, but he didn't dare to move in front of Han Yunmei's gun, so he had to watch.

Chen Xinan held Mingwu's bald head and asked coldly, "Where is the car with the golden Buddha parked now?"

Mingwu coughed twice, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, stared at Chen Xinan, and said hoarsely, "I don't know! Kill me if you can!"

Chen Xinan squinted at him.

Mingwu snorted coldly and said, "You dead foreigners, do you really think this is still in your country?

Dare to attack us, you are all dead!

It's not enough to steal a golden Buddha, you still want to take other golden Buddhas?

Dream on!

Kill me if you have the guts, don't talk nonsense to me if you don't have the guts!

If you want to ask something from me, it's just a dream!

Remember, you broke my right hand.

I will pay you back a hundred times a thousand times!

If you want to know something, pry open my mouth if you have the guts!

If I give in to you, it's..."

Bang!

Before he could finish, Chen Xin'an punched him in the chest.

The bent middle finger joint instantly broke his sternum!

Mingwu opened his mouth wide, his face full of fear and pain.

Chen Xin'an's right hand was still against Mingwu's chest, and the bent middle finger joint was like an iron drill, rotating and grinding his broken bones.

This kind of pain was not a flash, but a continuous and high-intensity effect on Mingwu's body and nerves.

He opened his mouth in pain, but he could hardly make a sound.

Tears and snot had already flowed out, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead and soaked his back.

After three minutes, Chen Xin'an finally moved his right hand away, and Mingwu fell to the ground with a buttock, gasping for breath.

Chen Xin'an looked down at him and asked, "Do you need me to repeat it again?"

Mingwu had completely collapsed, and cried to Chen Xin'an, "I really don't know!

I am the youngest disciple in the temple, and I can't get in touch with these private matters!"

Chen Xin'an had been looking into his eyes and knew that he was not lying.

Suddenly, a knife was chopped on his neck, and Mingwu's eyes rolled over and he fainted and fell to the ground.

Looking at Mingzhe not far away, Chen Xinan walked over step by step.

Mingzhe quietly stretched his right hand back, Chen Xinan waved to Han Yunmei behind him, looked at Mingzhe and said:

"Put away the gun.

There is no need to be so nervous to deal with a monk.

Come on, whether you draw a knife or a gun, I can give you a chance!"

He had walked in front of Mingzhe and stood still, looking at him calmly.

Mingzhe's hand that reached his waist fell down again, and he looked at Chen Xinan dejectedly and said: "Your kung fu is very powerful, I am not your opponent, I admit defeat!"

Chen Xinan smiled slightly, turned around and said to Li Qi: "Put..."

At this moment, Mingzhe suddenly stretched his right hand back, drew out the short knife with lightning speed, and slashed at Chen Xinan's neck fiercely!

Chen Xinan seemed not to notice and continued to say: "Take out your phone, find the topographic map of Haiyan Temple, and ask him to mark it!"

While speaking, Chen Xinan's head seemed to have eyes. He raised his left hand, grabbed Mingzhe's wrist, and then pulled his hand down to draw a semicircle!

Puff!

The knife in Mingzhe's hand chopped his stomach, and the blood immediately dyed his clothes red!

From beginning to end, Chen Xinan spoke without pause, and there was no ups and downs.

Mingzhe looked at the wound on his stomach in disbelief, and the short knife in his hand was unable to hold it and fell to the ground.

"Tell me, where is the car?" Chen Xinan said to Mingzhe expressionlessly.

Li Qi had found the floor plan of Haiyan Temple on his mobile phone and handed it to Mingzhe.

Mingzhe trembled with pain and said to Chen Xinan: "I don't know..."

Chen Xinan picked up the knife on the ground, stabbed it along the wound on Mingzhe's stomach, and then slashed it to the side without panic.

Feeling that his intestines were about to flow out, Mingzhe turned pale and shouted, "Behind the warehouse! Northeast corner!"

Han Yunmei walked to Li Qi's side, found the location on the map, and pointed with her hand.