"Pick it up, pick it up!"

"The Tiger Lord is mighty!"

Zhao Hu gave the order, and the entire prison suddenly boiled, regardless of what he saw or couldn't see, and the applause and compliments rang out.

Zhao Hu stood up triumphantly, slowly walked to the top of Chen Mo's head, and looked down condescendingly. Fang Cai Wang Fugui's sentence "Drunken Immortal Building's daughter is red" is a code for Chen Mo's life, so he has no scruples, and says in his heart that he will kill anyway, and before killing, he has to be happy.

Feeling that someone put his hand on his buttocks, Chen Mo was furious, his eyes were about to bleed, and he saw that Zhao Hu's toes were in front of him, and he tried his best to push it up, and actually broke away from the big hand on his neck, only to feel that the back of his head touched a soft thing, and he heard a terrible howl, and in the poof, Zhao Hu fell to the ground, his hand covered his crotch, and hissed and wailed:

"Kill Lao Tzu, woo yes, rabbit cub, kill Lao Tzu...... Slaughtered him for Lao Tzu, woo yes, hurry up and slaughter him for Lao Tzu......"

The people in the number had already been stunned by the sudden change, and when Zhao Hu drank it, he woke up and was bored, and the sound of being scolded in the chaos suddenly started, and he pounced on Chen Mo with his teeth and claws.

Although Chen Mo's body was weak and facing a desperate situation, his reaction was a little faster than when he was next to him, he looked at a broken plate, and while everyone was stunned, he jumped out like a leopard, grabbed the fragments of the plate, and rolled his body, while everyone was in the air, he was already riding on Zhao Hu, and he didn't want to think about it, so he waved his hand and plunged it into Zhao Hu's neck.

"You dare!" Triangle Eye shouted loudly, hurriedly pounced, and was greeted by a muffled pop and hot blood, and his body suddenly stiffened, and he was stunned in place.

The fragments of the plate in Chen Mo's hand were very sharp, triangular, and they were cutting through the major arteries of Zhao Hu's neck, and the blood was flying, splashing in all directions, not only falling on the face of the triangular eye, but also splashing Chen Mo's face.

Zhao Hu's neck was bleeding, he was shocked and angry, and he couldn't care about covering his lower body, he pressed his neck with one hand, and gave Chen Mo a punch with the other.

Chen Mo was also anxious, knowing that this moment had come to the point of life and death, everything was left behind, holding the fragments in his hand, he raised his arm and greeted Zhao Hu's neck fiercely, once, twice, three times...... His momentum is like crazy, his actions are like turbulence, lined with the starry red on his face, and Zhao Hu's snort under him is weaker than the sound, it is like a demon crawling out of hell, everyone is dumbfounded.

Zhao Hu's neck was quickly thrust into a mess by Chen Mo, red and white were stirred, bubbling and swishing, his legs and feet were struggling, like a dying toad, only the share of his life was left, the boss with staring eyes looked at Chen Mo in disbelief, but he couldn't speak anymore.

"Kill, kill......" Someone finally shouted at the top of his voice, Chen Mo also woke up a little from his madness, clutched the bright red fragment that had been dyed, and saw Zhao Huwu staring at himself, raised his arm and inserted it, "Poof-" The pupil was ruptured, and the fragments shredded Zhao Hu's eye socket and inserted it deeply.

Zhao Hu's body suddenly tensed, stiffened for a moment, suddenly loosened, and kicked his legs weakly twice, and finally calmed down, until he died, and his other eye was not closed.

"Kill, come quickly, people......" The shouts were already loud, and the noisy pace came from far and near, and a group of jailers rushed in quickly under the leadership of Wang Fugui.

Chen Mo slowly stood up from Zhao Hu, turned around and looked at the people in the number, his triangular eyes and pockmarked face bore the brunt, stared at by his red eyes, only felt like a man's back, took a few steps back, and slammed into the fence. The rest of the people trembled, avoiding Chen Mo's gaze, like a devil. What's more, a "my mother's ......" fainted in fright.

"What's going on, what's going on?" Wang Fugui's face turned pale, he opened the door and entered the number, squatting to explore Zhao Hu's snort, he had already lost his breath - it is very normal for the number to be dead, there must always be a cover, so in broad daylight, he died in a fight, and he was covered by someone, and it was also endless trouble.

He looked at Chen Mo, who was covered in blood like a demon, a little flustered, and shook his head, turned around and pointed and shouted: "This kid killed someone, come on, put a shackle on Lao Tzu, and kill this daring bastard!" ”

As soon as the shouts fell, more than a dozen jailers swarmed in, rushed up, and firmly pressed Chen Mo to the ground. Someone blasted the people in the trumpet to other trumpets, carried the corpses, and cleaned up the bloodstains.

Chen Mo was wearing a shackle weighing more than forty catties around his neck, his hands and feet were trapped, and he had no power to resist. After a few clicks, Chen Mo was already covered with whip marks, his skin was open, he gritted his teeth and endured it, glaring at Wang Fugui angrily, and never let out a painful snort.

"Look at your mother? Grass your mother's bastard, a bastard who has cut off his children and grandchildren...... "Wang Fugui was bold, angry, and stepped forward, snatched the leather whip from the hand of a jailer, personally whipped Chen Mo, split his head and covered his face, more than ten times in a row, and then panted and threw the leather whip to the ground, and said: "Show Lao Tzu that it is solid," Seeing that Chen Mo had passed out, he kicked him in the waist and eyes: "You kid pretend to be dead, two meals of salted water and burn bamboo shoots a day, Lao Tzu will ensure that you eat comfortably!" Then he locked the door, got out of the prison, and went to consult with his righteous brother.

Wang Fugui's righteous brother is called Wang Dongsheng, the same surname is Wang, and it was a family five hundred years ago. He is the third head of Dongchang, Zhang Wen's cronies, got the news, he didn't dare to be self-dictated, and led Wang Fugui to find Zhang Wen for advice.

Zhang Wen was loyal, but he didn't think much of Zhang Whale, he was jealous of Chen Mo's youthful ambition, and said when he heard the words: "What are you afraid of, he is a cronie today, can he still provoke the factory public?" Clean up ruthlessly, as long as you don't kill anyone, we will take care of it if something happens. ”

Wang Fugui got this order, his heart was settled, and he thought: The factory is not allowed to kill here, and he has the face of a righteous brother. The shopkeeper of Sun over there let him kill and gave five hundred taels of silver tickets. It's okay, go back and beat him up first to relieve his anger, and think of a way to end his life at night, a little fireman, long live grandpa again, people can't be resurrected after death, someone helps to talk, what else?

In his heart, he hurriedly returned to the prison, and did not notice that he stopped a small sedan chair outside the prison, and rushed into the number, with all the saltwater leather whips ready, and went straight to Chen Mo, splitting his head and covering his face and beating him again.

This time is also different from the previous time, dipped in salt water, the whip flower rolled, fell on the body, the fire did not count, the salt water seeped into the wound, and the delicate pain entered the bone marrow. Chen Mo wore a flail and crouched down, his nails cut out several grooves in the ground, and every whip was splashed with blood, and his heart was full of hatred and pain, both sad and desolate, gritted his teeth and endured a word, and secretly swore to himself: "Don't let Lao Tzu go out, don't kill this king Fugui, Lao Tzu is a real eunuch from the palace......"

The rest of the people cheered and watched the excitement, but at some point, it became silent, and the whole prison seemed to be suddenly empty, leaving only the sound of the whip whipping the body, pop, snap......

"Good man!"

I don't know who shouted, and then many people responded, mixed with a "Stop!" Chen Mo was vaguely familiar, only to feel that his body was light, his eyes were dark, and he completely fainted.