Buhui cowered in the corner, panic-stricken as she looked at a few hooligans with dyed yellow hair and scary tattoos on their necks, who clearly harbored ill intentions. She shrunk her body tighter, clasped her hands together, and kept chanting, "Amitabha, Amitabha…"
One of the hooligans laughed, "Hey, little nun, stop chanting. Even if you pray to Buddha, your god won't come to save you. Be a good girl and serve us, and we'll make sure you enjoy good food and drink."
As he spoke, those hooligans began to unfasten their belts.
Seeing this, Buhui found it too offensive for her eyes to bear and hurriedly shut them. As she heard the sounds of belts being pulled off and zippers being undone, her chanting accelerated, as if this could bring her peace of mind.
The hooligans exchanged glances and burst into laughter. One of them suddenly snatched her cap off, startling Buhui. She looked up, and her long, beautiful hair floated gently down over her shoulders and back.
