Although the old man didn't give Yan Murong a clear answer, he still showed mercy to his sword. He didn't kill the female killer with a single sword, he could pierce his throat with a sword, and he could also use a sword to point at her acupuncture points.

After the old man finished his work, he put away his sword, threw a look at Yan Murong, and motioned for him to deal with the follow-up.

Yan Murong walked over, picked up the killer's body and threw it aside, and in the eyes of the female killer full of anger, he picked her up and threw her on the cover of the off-road vehicle they drove.

"You have two options now." Yan Murong raised two fingers and said. "First, you will answer whatever I ask you, and I will let you go - don't pretend you don't understand, you just called your friend in Huaxia language. Second, you can also pretend to be deaf and dumb and say nothing, I will kill you and bury you with him. ”

Sure enough, when the female killer heard Yan Murong's words, she turned her head to the side, and she chose the second one.

Therefore, Yan Murong was embarrassed, he really shouldn't use death to embarrass a killer, after all, there are still a few of these people who are afraid of death.

"I really don't know how to lift." Yan Murong said angrily. "I'm giving you a chance to see you're a woman—but I didn't mean to, you see, you're so good--uh, you're too man."

Yan Murong really didn't see that she was a woman, the main reason was her eldest grandfather.

Sometimes, even a smart person like Yan Murong can't keep up with the rhythm of this world.

A few days ago, when he accompanied Guo Wanjun to watch TV, he already had questions in his heart.

Guo Wanjun likes to watch some entertainment programs, just a few days ago, the fierce competition of super male and female voices, Guo Wanjun did not fall a single episode, and stayed by the TV on time every week, watching those men and women sing those love songs with bursting voices.

As a result, Yan Murong found that the men above were becoming more and more girly, and the women were becoming more and more gentlemanly.

The female killer still didn't speak, and even closed her eyes, with a look of death on her face, but she was surprised in her heart. What is this old man's sword made of? How can it be so sharp?

"Lang takes time." The old man was not satisfied with Yan Murong's grinding there, so he snorted coldly and walked over. "Give me the needle."

Yan Murong didn't complain, obediently threw the three silver needles he was carrying in the old man's hands, and retreated to the side with his hands in his hands, wanting to see how the old man was going to punish her.

As a result, the old man's approach surprised him.

This old man didn't prick her acupuncture points at all, making her itchy all over her body, but grabbed her hand, and the silver needle passed through her nails and pierced directly into her fingers.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the female killer suddenly screamed in pain, her already white skin became even whiter, large beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, and her body could not move-she swore that she would rather be shot than suffer this kind of pain.

As if he hadn't heard her scream, the old man pierced the second silver needle, and the screams came again.

Then, the third one, the "needle." The old man said.

"It's gone." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders. "We're here to ask for debts, not to see people -- you know, I usually only have three needles with me."

Seeing that the female killer's face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were biting out blood and she chose to keep silent, Yan Murong admired her a little - look, those little women who can scream for a long time with one foot are nothing compared to female men.

Yan Murong empathized and thought to herself, if she was replaced by herself, then she would definitely not recruit herself, unless she made a beauty trick for herself.

Of course, the old man has an easier way to make her say everything, but Yan Murong knows that he still has a breath of anger in his heart, and he can't find the master to vent, so he will vent with these dog legs first.

Hearing Yan Murong say that there were no needles, the old man began to look around, and then, his eyes fell on a crooked-necked tree that had been dead for an unknown number of years not far from the left front of the front of the car.

"Find a rope." The old man gave an order, walked to the tree, drew his sword, cut off a branch about one meter long and two thumb thicknesses on the tree and stuck it on the ground, then sharpened the top part, and said to Yan Murong. "Tie her up and hang her."

As soon as Yan Murong saw this situation, he knew what the old man was going to do.

This old man, he is really perverted~ perverted, Yan Murong thought to himself, in the past ten years, I thought that his methods of abusing himself were cruel enough, but now it seems that it is really too pediatric.

There is a scarcity of entertainment in the mountains, and there is no entertainment except for a large group of children who will play wildly at the threshing floor at the entrance of the village after dinner. Compared with those children, Yan Murong was very lucky, at least he still had books to read.

The old man had a lot of books, but most of them were medical books bound in threads, and Yan Murong was lucky that he found an illustrated "extracurricular book" in the big box where the old man loaded the books, and the title of the book was "The Ten Tortures of the Manchu Dynasty".

The old man's current trick is clearly the punishment used in the ten tortures to deal with those women who collude with adulterers to murder their husbands, and the old man is well-read and strong, and he actually uses the unmodified method at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

"You explain it to her." After Yan Murong tied the female killer with a rope and hung it on the tree with a crooked neck, the old man told Yan Murong to give an explanation.

Damn, what is me? Yan Murong thought depressedly.

What age is this, you can use this kind of criminal law, and you still let me be a commentator? This, this—this old rascal.

After slandering the old man in his heart, Yan Murong reluctantly fixed the rope to the trunk of the tree, walked up to the female killer, pointed to the wooden stick erected on the ground, and said. "You probably haven't seen "The Ten Tortures of the Manchu Dynasty", this trick is called riding a wooden donkey, and it is-uh, it is a punishment that we used to deal with those bad women in ancient China."

"The principle—" Yan Murong looked back at the old man and said negotiably. "Why don't you tell her?"

"Here you go." The old man said unquestioningly.

Yan Murong was helpless, so he had to continue. "Don't be afraid, it's actually quite simple, just wait for me to pull you up, and then send the rope away, you see the stick down there, and finally, your-"

Before Yan Murong could finish speaking, he saw that the female killer's face had turned extremely pale, and her angry eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by fear. Obviously, she knew what she was going to face next.

"Huh-" Yan Murong let out a sigh of relief, thinking to herself, how to explain it to her, she understood by herself, this is good, and it will save her embarrassment.

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