"Hey, why is my sister like this? I'll just say casually, as for whether to do it or not, it doesn't depend on you to do it, right? The young man, who was in high spirits, suddenly smiled flatteringly with a smile on his face.

The dagger that was drawn in front of Leng Wanzhang was forcibly pressed down by the monk who couldn't understand it. Chixin glared at him in disgust, and then stopped moving. Knowing that the monk doesn't understand the old and protecting the shortcomings, but at this time, there is no need to be "jealous" with the teenager who came out halfway.

The coming day is long, Chixin lowered his head, and a sweet smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking forward to a better future for the two.

The monk coughed lightly and recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, at this time, his whereabouts have been exposed, let me not change everything." When they slacken, how about I wait for them to be taken by surprise and attack them unprepared? ”

"Uncle Shi, whatever you say is what you say." Leng Wanzhang clasped the damp earthen wall of the dark alley with his hand and said casually.

The three of them walked together, and the two of them talked to me and me, but he was like a burning torch, sandwiched between the two, so he was not ashamed. Uncle Shi is honest and responsible, but the sister in red took all kinds of initiatives, and the uncle who closed his eyes and was silent with his hands folded was also red-faced.

"Although the two of them express their hearts to each other, they should take into account the eyes of the people below, right?" Leng Wanzhang muttered to himself in his heart, and there was no half of a word on his lips. She knows very well that this sister in red has the means to treat everyone equally, except for being gentle with her uncle.

If you annoy her, I'm afraid even Uncle Shi won't be able to save herself. The thoughts in my heart are turning back and forth, and the movements in my hands are non-stop. As this unintentional act intensified, the smell of bloody rancid smell became more and more intense.

Chixin was about to teach the young man surnamed Leng a lesson, but he didn't expect the monk to take the lead, pulled Leng Wanzhang closer, and then came to the earthen wall by himself and looked at it carefully. The two behind him obviously noticed that the calm monk was gradually becoming a killer at this time, as if he had seen someone or something, making it difficult for him to control himself.

Chi Xin hurriedly hugged the monk from behind, if the calmest person couldn't hold it back, then it would be difficult for the three of them not to be exposed. Leng Wanzhang dragged the monk back from the side, but he felt a sudden killing aura, and he was a little uncontrollable.

I only heard the monk who had been staring at the earthen wall and was cut out by Leng Wanzhang gritted his teeth and said, "Even the Buddha is on fire!" The other hand, which hung at his side, clenched into a fist, slammed into the earthen wall with a muffled thud.

Chi Xin was horrified in his heart, and he dragged the monk hard. Leng Wanzhang put his hand into the gap between the wall and the monk who couldn't get through, and took the opportunity to squeeze in. When he pressed his eyes to the earthen wall and looked in, he was stunned by the scene before him.

This subversive scene turned into nothingness and was suddenly locked in the mind of the young man surnamed Leng, and then quickly spread. As the pupils gradually dilated, the originally clear eyes gradually crawled with bloodshots. The drooping arms were also clenched into fists, trembling.

Behind the earthen wall there were a few people working "hard", saying "labor", because they were all expressionless, just indifferently staring at the things on the long table, the bloody things.

The thing could no longer be called a human, except for the reflexive shaking, the outermost layer of skin had been stripped away, and the exposed flesh and blood reflected the candle flame, which looked even more hideous and terrifying.

One of them held a boning knife, carefully cutting through the exposed flesh, and then loaded it into a row of celadon plates on the table behind him. The other person was holding a jar of piping hot white sesame oil, which was slowly poured over the fresh flesh and blood, making a sizzling sound.

Those who had been waiting at the door for a long time skillfully put these celadon plates into the bamboo baskets, and then pushed the door and left. In addition to the blurred flesh and blood lying on the cold long table, there are dozens of people who are completely ragged and hung on the beams of the room by iron hooks that have been cut off one by one, and their life and death are unknown.

Those who "worked" did not have the slightest pity, not even superfluous expressions. When the "flesh and blood" on the long table was removed, he took up his knife and cut the remaining bones into several pieces, and threw them at the hungry vicious dogs under his feet.

The clatter of the canine teeth on the human bones, each sound was like hitting the bell and waking wood, hitting the hearts of the three people.

With the "click" sound of the boning knife chopping the meat on the board, and the "click" sound of the vicious dog gnawing, the three of them connected the rich smell of blood just now. I thought it was just a place for ordinary livestock slaughter. How could I have thought that the thing of "man-made swords, man-made pork meat" would happen in front of me.

Behind this earthen wall, two words are clearly written - cannibalism!

The monk gradually calmed down, and he was detached from his tyrannical mood. The young man surnamed Leng leaned his back against the earthen wall and slowly slid down, his heart was already turbulent. Chixin let go of the arm that was holding the monk tightly, and slowly squatted down.

The three of them formed an angle like this, and they all looked down at the ground and were silent.

Leng Wanzhang took the lead in breaking the silence, "Uncle Shi, the symptom should be cured, and the source needs to be cut off." We will follow the messenger who went out, and we will surely be able to send that man's 'evil spirit' down to the eighteen levels of hell. ”

"Maybe that 'demon' is the one we're looking for?" Chixin was rarely able to help, and threw a grateful look at Leng Wanzhang. But that kid really didn't know the times, so he just chattered in front of the monk who didn't understand it, and turned a blind eye to her.

The monk pondered for a long time before he spoke: "Then I will act like this, but I have something to say first, if you see the history of He Thorn, don't rush to kill him first, and then hurry up, leave him for a moment or three, there is another use." ”

The two nodded in agreement, and the monk glanced coldly at everything inside the earthen wall, and moved his feet out. The two behind him followed suit and began to walk out of the dark alley.

There is no wind tonight, and the moonlight is clearer.

The attendant who went out with the bamboo basket in front of him was humming a little song and walking lightly on the path outside the dark alley. Different from the two long streets that run through the north and south just now, the path is not paved with neat bluestone slabs, but is paved with another more solid flower stone.

All the way along this trail, all the flowers and stones of this material are used. Judging from the method of paving, he did not deliberately pay attention to orderliness, but secretly said: "There are many mechanisms on this path, you see that the attendant walks so briskly, or you don't notice that every step he takes has a mystery, and he stepped on the door." ”

After being reminded by Chixin, the two of them looked at the flower stone under their feet, and there was indeed a gossip pattern every other day. The attendant may have been going back and forth every day to be so calm. Seeing that the attendant was getting farther and farther away, he said in a deep voice, "I will restrain him first, and you will follow me to the place where I stayed." ”

Before he could understand the words of the monk and the young man surnamed Leng, Chi Xin had already jumped out with a strong stride, and only then did he get on a slightly protruding flower stone on the left side of the path. Once you have steadied yourself, you will jump to the right again.

After going back and forth like this, finally after a while, he came to the back of the attendant who was carrying a bamboo basket and humming a little song. Before the man could react, he was covered by Chixin's mouth, and the short blade had already reached his throat.

The monk and the young man surnamed Leng followed, although it was slower, but it did not alarm the organ in the slightest. The three of them gathered in front of the attendants, staring at him indifferently. The attendant was already so frightened that he peed his pants, and in this already silent night, he was suddenly controlled, and he thought he had hit a "ghost".

Chixin pressed the short blade to the squire's throat for a few minutes before whispering, "Give you a chance to live, if you don't want to?" ”

The attendant nodded frequently, his eyes full of fear. Chixin stared at those eyes for a long time before he slowly let go of the mouth covering the attendant, and asked with a sneer, "What do you have in your hand?" Where did it come from? Where are you going? ”

The attendant swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and then looked at the other two, but was speechless.

These three people are too strange, a monk dressed as a monk, a killer in red, and a young man in ordinary clothes but with a heroic face. No matter how you think about it, you shouldn't associate these people.

A cold killing intent came from the short-bladed blade in front of his throat, and the attendant hurriedly handed the bamboo basket to Chi Xin, and his trembling hands almost shook the celadon plate out.

Chixin smelled the smell of boiling oil, and an indescribable feeling of nausea welled up in his heart.

Leng Wanzhang was already a little uncontrollable, grabbed the attendant's arm, and asked viciously: "Say it quickly, if you ink again, I will kill you." The vicious eyes still looked at the contents of the celadon plate, suggesting that it had been revealed.

The attendant humming a little song was already frightened, and his tears and snot suddenly burst the embankment, and he said with a crying voice: "I will be an ordinary attendant and go to send food to the garrison Cao Zhiji in the north of the city, don't kill me." ”

"The garrison north of the city? Cao Zhiji? Food? The young man surnamed Leng squeezed out of his mouth word by word, his face full of anger.

The attendant, who had already been frightened, dared to say a word of nonsense, and quickly nodded yes.

The monk, who had never spoken a word, opened his mouth and said, "Then this trail, you come alone every day?" Who is the Cao Zhiji in your mouth? Why this unique fetish? ”

The attendant grabbed a life-saving straw, hurriedly hugged the monk's thigh, and cried: "I also took over this job not long ago, how did I know that Cao Zhiji loves human flesh so much." But according to other people's rumors, this person was a foreign barbarian, and he was adopted by Lord Assassin Shi before staying in Huaiyou Mansion. ”

Chixin raised her hand to force the attendant back, and she was very disgusted by the fact that others could not grasp the monk. The attendant dared not comply, and he fell backwards one by one. As everyone knows, a palm pressed on the door of death under the gossip, and as soon as it was wrapped in the spurting heat, it turned into a pool of blood, and there was no longer a sound.

This scene shocked the three people present, and they hurriedly got up and ran along the door to the path. Now that we know where this person is, it is not difficult to find it. It's just that this "man-eating monster" is probably more to be eradicated than the history of He Thorn.

The three of them followed the direction, raised their eyes to look at the moonlight, and ran towards the north gate of the city.