Over the entire square, there seemed to be a huge shadow hanging over it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The villagers in the square are all terrified, whether they are bewitched or not, they are more or less afraid of their own homes. The appearance of unknown strangers has affected me.

Five minutes later, a hooded man returned to the square with an infant boy in his arms: "Report! From the Crimean home, a baby was found. ”

Yi Ming looked at the three-month-old baby, and his face was extremely cold: "Who is Kerim, come out." ”

A Uyghur prime man came out of the village, cold sweat on his forehead: "It's me." ”

Yi Ming pointed to the baby: "Do you know this baby?" ”

Krimu whispered, "Yes, he's my three-month-old child." ”

"Acquaintance?" Yi Mingyi frowned: "What did I say on the radio?" ”

Kerim trembled and said, "I'm afraid that the baby will cry and make everyone noisy." ”

Yi Ming suddenly roared like a thunderbolt: "What do you say!! ”

The face of the cree is like earth: "The village ...... All men, women and children in the village go to the square...... Gather! ”

Yiming turned to face the villagers: "You can't even understand the words, you don't deserve to leave with me, you can stay in this village." After speaking, he quickly raised his hand, and a black needle on the back of his hand instantly sent out and nailed it to the center of Kerim's eyebrows!

"Ahh Watching Krimu slowly fall softly, Amu in the crowd couldn't help but scream.

"Who's calling! Come out! Yi Ming turned his head and looked at the villagers who were in the dark.

Amushuang. His legs trembled slightly, and he saw that the villagers around him looked at him indifferently, holding back his fear, and were about to go out.

Syllable! A large hand secretly blocked Amu's path, and his rough skin had a mountain-like power.

"It's me." The Uyghur old man shouted at Yi Ming, glanced back at Amu, and strode towards the center of the square!

"Ada~!" Amu exclaimed in surprise, watching his father's majestic back gradually move away from him.

When Yiming saw the old man come out, he actually laughed: "Why is it an old man?" I thought it was a little girl. ”

The old man looked at Yiming calmly, and said without humility or arrogance: "It's me." ”

Yiming circled around him: "Name." ”

The old man raised his head and said, "Mullah! ”

Yiming nodded: "I actually noticed you, just now when I was shouting in the group, it was only you, and I didn't shout with everyone." And just now you interrupted me again, I want to ask, do you have any grievances against us? ”

The old man gritted his teeth: "...... No! ”

At this time, a hooded man came over and whispered a few words to Yiming.

Yi Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at the crowd: "I heard that last night, there was a Han man who came to your house to look for you?" ”

This sentence sounded like thunder on a sunny day, and it exploded in Uncle Mula's heart.

"I'm asking you!" Yiming continued to ask.

It seems that Wendi came to the house last night and was discovered by other villagers, and now is the moment when his life is at stake, if it is said that Wendi is here to find his daughter Amu, then for Yiming, an extremist, it is also not permissible to have a personal affair with a foreigner, but will implicate his own daughter! (At present, the Uyghurs are still very reluctant to intermarry, but some of them are acceptable, and Yiming is an extremist thinker.) ）

A hint of determination flashed in the old man's expression, and he gently closed his eyes and said, "...... Yes, here...... It's my son! ”

Wow! The audience began to whisper.

Yi Ming's face was cloudy: "Your son? Call him up. ”

Wendy took a deep breath, took off the square hat from his head, looked up to reveal a face that did not belong to this land, and walked to the center of the square.

"More than 30 years ago, I intermarried a foreign educated youth, and I later learned that I had such a son, who is half Han and half Uyghur. It had nothing to do with him, and he was convinced of the organization's beliefs, and it was all my fault. ”

Yiming looked at Wendy's swarthy carefully. The black face does have a bit of the flavor of the Uyghurs, and although the body is strong, he is just an ordinary person. Not to mention the Han man who escaped from his hands yesterday, he turned his eyes to look at the old man:

"Do you know what the result of intermarriage with a foreigner is with me?"

Uncle Mura shook his head, but he knew in his heart that he was doomed.

"Get on your knees!" Yiming kicked the old man's back knee, and the old man stumbled and knelt in the middle of the square.

Yi Ming's eight-character beard trembled and shouted angrily: "We are a holy nation, with the mission of Allah!" This bloodline cannot be tarnished! And you, more than 30 years ago, violated your beliefs and committed such a ridiculous act, for this crime, you can only be executed with ten thousand arrows! ”

After speaking, Yiming stepped on Uncle Mula's shoulder, stretched out his right hand and raised it to Mula's back, and dozens of black thorns instantly appeared on the palm!

"Ada~!!" Amu struggled to rush to the center, but was stopped by a Uyghur aunt!

Mulla raised her head in embarrassment, looked at Amu, showed one last kind smile, and then slowly turned to Wendi, who was full of anger beside her, and said, "Take care of your sister, Amu ......"

Wendy clenched his fists, forcibly held back his movements, nodded, and said nothing.

Finally, the old man turned his gaze to Yi Ming, his eyes full of unprecedented resentment.

Burst!

A black thorn was thrown by Yi Ming and drilled into the old man's broad back. snorted, continued to use the stubbornness of his life, and used his eyes to confront Yiming, but he didn't fall!

Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst!

The continuous black needles punched into Mura's back with the beating of Yiming's right hand! After more than 20 stitches, the old man went down with a bang, and the last glimmer of brilliance in his eyes was handed to his daughter, and then gradually dissipated......

Yi Ming kicked away the old man's body, stabilized the square hat on his head, and looked at Wendi next to him: "I am a fair person, his fault is not your fault, how much of your blood belongs to Allah, I will slowly test!" ”

Wendy had tears in the corners of his eyes, and his face was like ashes. Tremblingly, he raised his right hand and put it on his chest, trying his best to control his calmness, and said in a hesitant voice: "Praise...... Praise...... Pander to...... Pull ......"

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In a stone house on the edge of the village, after Lin Yong and Tu Ying quickly dealt with the two masked men who rushed in, Tu Ying found that something was wrong with Lin Yong.

"Lin Yong, what are you in a daze? You...... Why are you crying? ”

Lin Yong wiped the wetness from the corners of his eyes. Run, silently said: "Uncle Uyghur...... He's dead. ”

After speaking, Lin Yong ripped off the mask of the person lying on the ground, put it on his head, and quickly changed into their clothes, only revealing a pair of red eyes, and rushed out of the house without looking back.

"Lin Yong, why are you going! Come back! He couldn't summon Lin Yong between the shadows, so he could only see the two pistols on the ground and follow Lin Yong's footsteps out of the door.

In the square, Yiming was still waiting for the results of the search of the last two fighters.

Yi Ming faced the lifeless villagers and said loudly: "This is the end of the little episode just now, it seems that you still don't understand what I'm talking about, the two Han people yesterday, the bloodstains extended all the way to the village, but suddenly disappeared." I don't know which family is sheltering them, but I do know that they are in this village!! Even if one dies, another is alive. I know that some of you are hard-boned, and you want to be heroes, but I also have my way, they don't die, you can! Then exchange your lives for theirs. Next, I will randomly select ten villagers from the crowd, and I will let the person who is shielding them know, save one, and kill ten! One is a foreigner who has never known each other, and the other is a relative of the same origin in the same village. Smart people know how to choose. ”

After speaking, Yi Ming looked around at the villagers and pointed to a middle-aged woman: "You." ”

The woman was startled and trembled and said, "My lord, I don't know, I really don't know. ”

Yiming shook his head: "It's not you, it's the little girl you hid behind you, bring it up." ”

Several masked men rushed into the crowd, pushed the middle-aged woman away, and snatched an eight. The nine-year-old little girl, the little girl looked at her lady in a panic, and was carried to the square in shock and fear, shouting: "Amma~Amma-"

Madame was restrained by a masked man and immediately grabbed her shoulders, and shouted hoarsely, "Don't! Gulia~! Don't snatch my daughter! Gulya! ”

The miserable sound tore apart the souls of everyone present.

Yiming squatted. Coming over, looking at the cute girl like a porcelain doll in front of him, with a cold smile on his face, he asked softly, "Do you know where those two Han people are?" ”

"Woooooooooo......oo No, I don't know~" The girl trembled and was so frightened that she couldn't speak.

Yiming stood up, pushed the little girl under the masked male gun next to her, turned to the villagers and asked, "She, it's my first question, where are the two Han people hiding?!!! ”

The faces of each villager were more or less unbearable, and some directly lowered their heads and silently recited the contents of the Koran.

But there was just no one talking.

"It seems that you are all asleep, so the only way to wake you up is the sound of gunshots! Kill! ”

Yi Ming waved his hand at the masked man next to him, and the masked man mechanically raised the black hole. The muzzle of the rifle in the hole was pointed at the little girl in front of her.

Time seemed to stand still for a second, and the despair became slow and suffocating. With a deafening gunshot......

Bang ――――!!

The masked man, who was about to be executed, fell to the center of the square with a bang, a black hole the size of a coin in the center of his eyebrows, and the last hot smoke was still wafting in this cold world.

Yi Ming turned around sharply and looked into the distance, only to see a woman in a black tightsuit on the edge of a well in the distance, reflecting the golden glow of the eastern morning sun, raising her pistol straight to this side, her sword eyebrows locked, staring at herself deadly.

Bang ――――!!

Another gunshot rang out, and it passed through the last remnants of the night, sweeping through the light of dawn, with the sound of justice.

Straight to Yiming's eyebrows!