In the evening, a group of refugees gathered in the shack and listened to the usual sermon of a senior brother who was an honest farmer who had devoted all his strength to the land.

It's just that no matter how hard they try, the sun and the moon are always getting more and more difficult, and life is becoming more and more difficult, so they turn their hopes to the gods and Buddhas. They are very devout in their faith and pray every day that their children and grandchildren will be reborn into a wealthy family and will not have to suffer this again.

What this senior brother said was different from their prayers, not telling them how to accumulate blessings for future generations, but telling them about the current situation. How the Son of Heaven is unreasonable, everyone suffers from poverty not because of their own fault, but because of the exploitation of officials and the oppression of large households. Under the rule of the Son of Heaven in Shunde, what a scene of singing and dancing is leveling. There are fields for the tillers and clothes for the weavers, and no one will go hungry and no one will be poor. What everyone has to do is to open the city gate and welcome King Ning.

He was talking here, when suddenly a few drunks came over staggeringly, so many refugees in one place, no one dared to come over in the past. However, these drunks were dressed in short fights and armed with weapons, and some people recognized them as the children of the Dacheng Martial Arts Hall in the city.

A few drunks swaggered past the refugee procession, as if it were all a fortuitous encounter. But just as these people walked past the senior brother, suddenly a single knife came out of the sheath, the sword was as bright as snow, and blood was splashed everywhere.

In a dark and secluded alley, a man had just finished his work and wanted to turn back. found that there were a few more big men at the entrance of the alley, and this man was also a well-behaved person, clenched his fists and said, "A few friends, which way?" I am ...... White Lotus Sect."

"We know! Are you the senior brother of the White Lotus Sect, Jinyi Wei greets you. There was a sound of crossbow crates, sharp arrows entered the body, and a corpse fell into the alley like a broken sack.

"Well done, I didn't expect Yang Chengzu to perform so well, this game of chess is a bit interesting." Leng Feishuang smiled at the woman named Hong'er while playing music on the chessboard: "I really didn't expect that he used this method to start attacking us." Who's got the hand, did you find out? ”

"Dacheng Martial Arts Hall, Shengwu Dart Bureau, and the local Iron Fist Sect and the Golden Knife Gang, two small sects. Shi Jinliang is preparing people and horses, ready to level these little miscellaneous fish. ”

"It doesn't make sense, these little tricks, it's nothing. It's just some of the ones who came out to do wet work, killed them, and others. But what he wants to do, just let him do it, this time the one who really has to work is Senior Sister, it's time for you to move. ”

Zhang Sizong occupies the post station of the Anlu official mansion, and the war is in a hurry, and the military situation is constantly reported to and fro, and the post station should be the busiest time. However, since his arrival, the entire Anlu Post Station from the post post down can only serve him alone, and the entire post station has lost its function. The courier soldiers who came and went, or the officials who held the military department, could only find another place to live.

In fact, even if Zhang Sizong doesn't mind sharing this post station with others, others may not be able to bear to come down and live with him. After all, from time to time, there are some sounds that are not too pleasant for the body and mind, which will affect people's health and mood.

There was a large influx of refugees into the city, both men and women, young and old, and there were many women and many young women. This greatly satisfied Zhang Sizong, and the game, called Thug and Victim, was full of fun because of the almost infinite number of alternate participants.

With so many people gathered in Anlu Prefecture and a few young women missing, it would not cause any big waves at all. Her family will be anxiously searching, but in contrast, where to put rice, where to distribute grain, and where the porridge is thicker than others, it can attract more attention.

In a few days, there will be several ghost-like carriages, throwing some sacks on the road in the night, and the cars will leave without slowing down, and they will not know where to go. Inside the sack were the missing women, some alive and some dead. The only thing in common is that there is nothing on the body, and it is a mess.

Some of them are lucky enough to return home to their families. More often than not, they were dragged into dark alleys or ditches by male refugees and never heard from again. From top to bottom, few people cared about it, and it didn't attract much attention, and the initiator of all this was free to continue his game.

"Little beauty, don't bother, you can't run out of my palm, why bother everyone's effort? With this strength, let's go to bed, how good do you think? Zhang Sizong had a smug smile on his face, holding a half-torn cloth shirt in his hand. The material of this dress is not good, it is torn with just one force, and most of the women in recent times are wearing this kind of clothes, and it seems that the fabric of this place can no longer be used.

He laughed as he chased his prey to-day, a country girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, whose skin was not white, but a healthy wheat color. Because of the relationship between labor since childhood, the body is very healthy, the legs are very strong, and at first glance it is the kind that is very strong.

Zhang Sizong is good-looking, and he is very rich, and most of the women he caught don't need to be strong. It wasn't until I was played to death or thrown out that I realized that my so-called flying on a branch and becoming a phoenix was just a fantasy.

This young girl is one of the few who dares to resist, and since she was caught, she has been shouting and cursing, and her temperament is fierce like a wild horse. On the contrary, this makes Zhang Sizong feel more and more interesting, probably only the wife of the talented man who got it last time has this taste, right?

As he thought, he lunged at the woman, whose clothes had been torn in several places, revealing large swaths of skin, ashamed and anxious. Seeing him pounce again, he couldn't help but push out with his hands blocking his chest.

She has practiced martial arts in her hometown, and her father, a boxer in the village, has walked through the rivers and lakes and sold plasters. Zhang Sizong didn't expect the other party to dare to resist, and without checking, he was pushed backwards and knocked over the table behind him, and the teapot and bowl on it shattered.

The girl took the opportunity to come to the door, reached out and pulled the latch, and pulled the door open. She has big feet and walks fast, so as long as she escapes, there is hope......

But what greeted her was not the sun but the autumn wind, and a slender and small red figure blocked the door, and the girl's last consciousness was that the red figure raised her hand. The edge of his palm is like a knife, and it cuts into his throat like wind and electricity, and he doesn't know anything about what is going on.

Seeing the young girl fall straight to the ground, Zhang Sizong got up from the ground with bared teeth, rubbed his waist with his hands, and raised his legs and kicked her twice, "I don't know how to lift a slut, really" He looked at Hong'er who looked at him with a smile again, and couldn't help laughing again, "Hong'er, you actually know martial arts?" How did I not know? ”

"There's so much more you don't know." Hong'er stepped on the young girl's dead body without care, and casually touched a paper bag from her body, "Dudu's medicine is running out, hurry up and take it, this is the amount of this month." ”