When Wujiang came, he didn't notice anything unusual about the ruined temple because he used Qinggong. When he returned with his children and passed the gate of the ruined temple, a ghostly figure floated past, scaring all the little beggars to tremble. She jumped up and grabbed the so-called ghost, and found that it was just a white shabby robe with a bunch of straw floating on it. It was set up by a mechanism so that it would float when people came near. No wonder there were rumors that this ruined temple was haunted. It turned out that someone was just playing some tricks.
Wujiang gave everyone a pill behind the tent and told them that if they didn't understand it within ten hours, they would die suddenly. They didn't believe it at first, but after the medicine entered their abdomens, they felt a strange pain, their hands felt weak, and their chests felt tight, and they gradually became afraid.
Therefore, when they followed him out, they were quiet and submissive, not daring to act rashly.
But one of them felt extremely disgusted when he saw a little beggar walking next to him with horrific scars on his face and a rotten scalp. He glanced at Wujiang who was walking in front, and secretly raised his foot, trying to kick him away. But just when his foot was about to touch the child's body, a sharp knife suddenly flew from the front and pierced his foot, connecting the flesh and blood. It was nailed directly to the ground, causing his whole face to twist in pain, but he couldn't make a sound due to the point on his mute point.
"I said, don't bully them anymore." A cold voice came from the front, making people's backs shiver and creeping. "If your ears are useless, what are you still doing?"
The man was so frightened that he immediately covered his ears. Regardless of his feet that were still nailed to the ground and could not move, he knelt down and begged for mercy. He knocked his head on the ground, making loud banging noises.
"Whoever dares to kick you again, I will chop off all of your feet. If one of you escapes, I will kill everyone else."
They believed this. The man in front of them looked ordinary and not aggressive, but he was ruthless, really ruthless.
Just coming out of the tent, she glanced at the boiling dog meat soup in the center of the temple, and suddenly lifted the bottom of the pot. The huge iron pot was boiling with hot soup and flew up from the ground. It suddenly tilted up to the height of a person, and poured out eloquently from Zhao Si's mouth. Water poured down from the center of his head. After all the soup was poured out, a huge and heavy pot fell down to cover Zhao Si's head. The bottom of the pot was scorched with the blazing heat from the fire, causing his hair and scalp to squeak, and an unpleasant smell wafted out. The burnt smell.
They knew it was because Zhao Si had just poured half a bowl of soup on a little beggar's leg.
Then she looked at a little beggar whose ears had been cut off and asked softly who it was. The little beggar didn't dare to point out, but she walked straight to Chen Pi and asked, "It's you, isn't it?"
At that time, Chen Pi hadn't been tapped on his mute point yet, so he tried his best to deny it: "It's not me, she didn't say it was me, it's not me, ah~~!!!"
But before he finished speaking, both ears were cut off in an instant and thrown into the fire that had been used to roast the dog meat. The fire burned so brightly that it swallowed up his ears all at once.
"I always give pleasure when I kill people, but for you, I don't mind torture for a little longer."
When she said the word torture, everyone seemed to have the shadow of death cast on their hearts.
In fact, Wujiang was not in the mood or had the time to torture them. She wanted to see the bodies of these children as soon as possible.
Nearing the carriage, Wujiang whistled, and Xiaoci ran out from behind the slope.
This is the largest carriage in the entire carriage house. The seats have all been removed and a layer of soft and warm quilts are spread on it. The child sits on it and eats water and food with some fear.
The lights were burning in the car, and Wujiang helped them check their bodies, but all she could do was the most emergency and simple treatment. What they needed was long-term and stable care and conditioning, and a strong backing.
After bandaging the wound, Wujiang said to the older beggar with a broken leg: "You are the only one here who can read, right? Now everyone can't speak and can't speak, so we can only rely on you. I will send you to Yanwu When you go to the general, the people say that he is brave and chivalrous and hates evil. When you get there, write to him and tell him everything you and everyone have encountered, and he will help you. Don't be afraid, I will look for you again."
The carriage walked towards the city. Twelve men and women were tied behind the carriage and being pulled away by the carriage. They could not speak and did not dare to run away. They were even more afraid that others would run away and harm themselves. I don’t know whether it was fear or due to the poison. At this moment, their hearts were burning. Very.
Before dawn, Xixuan in the early morning appeared desolate like an illusion, with a few dead lanterns on the streets, slanting against the cold night.
The people who reveled late at night were still hungover and occasionally grunted in their dreams, while those who drove goods and set up stalls, those who went to school and went to court, all quietly got up for their livelihood and future.
Xixuan is a capital city that sleeps late and wakes up early. Maybe the same is true for all the kings in the world. Young generals have to get up early to practice swordsmanship, young people seeking official positions have to study in secret, and shopkeepers who open restaurants have to prepare dishes in advance and sell them. The steamed stuffed bun vendor would light a fire at night. To find a place to live under the dynasty, you need to rely on talent and talent, and work hard for ten inches of time.
The carriage was walking slowly in such a royal capital, when suddenly a flying stone came out, and the rope tied to Boss Hu's hand was quietly broken.
When such an unexpected situation occurred, Boss Hu was stunned at first, not understanding the situation at all, but his mind immediately started to spin, as if he could escape? But the poison has not been cured yet. What should I do if the poison develops after ten hours? But then I thought about it, that man is acting ruthlessly, and it is not certain whether he will give him the antidote or not. He might have to undergo torture when he goes back. Maybe he can find that man. There was still a glimmer of hope, so he decided that he stopped and fell a few steps behind. He took one last look at his companions, then turned around and ran away.
The person who was also arrested didn't pay attention at first, but after a while, he suddenly realized that there was someone missing next to him. When he turned around, he saw Boss Hu running away while urinating. His heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he almost knelt on the ground in fear, and his heart was filled with confusion. He was so angry that as the boss, Boss Hu usually took advantage of him and suffered all the hardships. Now he ran away alone. When that person found out, he would kill them all! What an injustice!
Bastard, beast, help, Boss Hu has run away! ! !
This was the cry in their hearts, but they couldn't scream out because they were tapped on their mute acupuncture points.
They were anxious, jumping up and down, grunting and eating in protest of not walking, but their hands and feet were weak due to the medicine, so they couldn't exert much force. Although they couldn't make much waves, it made the carriage move a little slower.
"What are you doing? Be honest." Wujiang's voice suddenly came over, frightening them so much that they didn't dare to make a fuss.
However, the sound was vague, as if it was not coming from the front, but was scattered in the air, and for a moment fear enveloped the whole body.
Wujiang slipped out of the carriage wrapped in the last bit of nightlight, following the trembling figure along the way. Since the token was found on his body, the person who gave it to him must also be found on his body.
Xiaoci, the next step is up to you.
As the night faded, Xiaoci drove a carriage to the main road leading to the city. This road extended straight to the General's Mansion. There were already pedestrians on the street.
Xiaoci lifted the car curtain and said to the children who were still in shock in the car: "Don't be afraid when you hear the noise later. Hold each other tightly and hold on to the car."
She jumped out of the car, took out the flint, and lit the two long strings of firecrackers hanging on the back of the carriage. With a bang, the originally quiet morning in Xixuan suddenly exploded.
People who were awakened went out of the window and saw a carriage speeding down the street, with men and women tied behind it. Firecrackers exploded at their feet. They opened their mouths and screamed, but they couldn't make any sound. They were dragged by the carriage. Dragging the Mercedes-Benz on the widest and busiest street in Xixuan.
People are always curious, so everyone dressed up and went out to follow and watch, watching the carriage running from the east of the city to the city, rushing away from anything in the way, no one dared to stop or no one could stop it. Just when people didn't know where it was going, a man suddenly flew out from the high wall of the General's Mansion. He turned around neatly and got on the horse. He reined in the horse and a long neigh cut through the sky. The horse flew almost with its front hooves. The man in black, sitting calmly on the horse, is still calm and calm, with a calm look on his face. Against the rising sun from the east, he outlines a tall and majestic figure. People seem to see the young general who is fighting on the battlefield with a halberd. He has thick black eyebrows, impressive courage, and a great reputation that is praised in the court and in the world.
The general's surname is Yan, his given name is Wu, and his courtesy name is Zixuan.
The horse stopped, and the sound of firecrackers also stopped. The young general turned over and dismounted under the admiring eyes of the people. His brows that had always been calm frowned slightly at this time, and he complained with a pouted mouth: "Who is so annoying so early in the morning? Be careful that you won’t be able to get a wife in the future, and you won’t be able to get married.”
The woman laughed softly, and the men shook their heads and hurriedly distanced themselves from the relationship, saying that they were also victims and were just passing by to watch the show.
Yanwu walked to the back of the car and saw eleven men and women strung there like candied haws on a stick. They were in various shapes, looking miserable and miserable, with their eyes evasive. He was about to ask these people what happened when a muttering sound suddenly came from inside the car, and the wind gently blew the door curtain. His eyes fell through the flying curtain into the car, and suddenly cooled into ice.
There sat a group of children supporting each other and hugging each other. They had broken arms and limbs, and their faces were horrifying and unrecognizable. Facing the sudden light and crowd, their eyes showed uncontrollable panic and fear.
A piece of paper slowly slid down from the roof of the car, and the slightly yellowed paper was smeared with eleven strong and thick black characters.
"Hand it over to the general. I hope the general will protect him and investigate him."
