Master's pinching of her shoulder hurts, but she is reluctant to let him go, only at this time, Master belongs to her wholeheartedly, no matter what she looks like in Master's eyes now, what kind of position she is in his heart, she is so clear, but it is so clear, so she doesn't even dare to dream.

I didn't even dare to keep the figure that was full of Qinghui.

She must have pretended to be relaxed and very realistic, so the master never noticed that she had been unconsciously tightening her clothes, and the hem of her clothes was almost torn.

Huang Mo watched the figure of the master disappear into the night, and the sigh that he had been holding back finally came out.

The tears flow too much and hurt the eyes, and the more swords pierced the heart, and the pain is lost. Such cowardice is really not in line with her usual decisive character. Even if she knew that she and Master were destined to be a tragedy that was impossible even at the beginning, what was the use of self-pity for a while, she didn't blame anyone, if she wanted to blame her, she would have fallen into such an embarrassing appearance, and she had left irreparable damage to Master's heart.

Most of the things in the world can't go as you wish, so there will be a lot of joys and sorrows that constitute the cause and effect now, Huang Mo can know the story she saw, she has always been a cold bystander, and now she can also feel the meaning, understand the choice of Changfeng and Qinghe, and understand that the love in the world is probably helpless.

She couldn't help but let out another long sigh.

In the early morning of the second day, Huang Mo followed the master's instructions to the prison, and when he was about to open the door, the jailer's face was still a little hesitant, and he said in a roundabout way: "Dao Chief, you better be mentally prepared first, this situation inside... Vomit..."

Before he could finish his words, he had already run to the side and vomited first.

Another jailer hurriedly walked over and said, "Don't be surprised, Daoist, we've been in prison here for so many years, and it's the first time we've seen such a miserable scene... Oops, it's just... If you can't stand it, don't go down. ”

Huang Mo took a deep breath, tried his best to ignore the jailer who vomited miserably in the corner, and said in a bad mood: "If I don't go, I'll be the one who moves my head tomorrow." ”

Huang Mo, who was protecting her head, walked down without hesitation, she thought that her back should look tragic and tall in the eyes of the jailers behind her, otherwise they would not have deliberately carried a bucket down with her, Huang Mo had an inexplicable feeling that she should not be embarrassed last time this time.

Sure enough, seeing the almost cruel scene, she was unusually calm.

The jailer who brought her the bucket was stunned and watched her step by step into a pool of blood, Huang Mo actually found that she was losing her due disgust for the bloody scene, whether it was psychologically or physically, she was currently too insensitive, just like countless times she stepped on the tired and dry bones, not only that, seeing such a massacre scene, she also had a sad mood in her heart.

Where the hell does this calm come from?

Huang Mo felt this

A scene stimulated her to recall something, but the memories of this part should have been scattered in all directions like her torn soul, a void that could not be filled and explained by her current state of mind.

The person who is still alive can no longer be called alive, it should be unabashedly exposed, Huang Mo kindly stuffed his intestines back, but he didn't expect that there would be someone alive here, and he was pulled out of the corpse pile by the Taoist chief. The Terrans can use their expressions to amplify their inner thoughts in the face of anything, and those jailers who stared at her with wide eyes could no longer be called admiration, but fear.

Huang Mo beckoned: "Move him out." ”

The jailers walked in tremblingly, doing their best not to show cowardice in front of a girl's house, reassuring that this was nothing more than a paint tank, that the blood was nothing more than rotten tomatoes, and that the eyes that had been trampled on were nothing more than their delusions.

Huang Mo was behind a group of wandering god jailers, and saw the doctor directing a group of people to wash the bodies of the last survivors with water, sew up their stomachs, and finally showed a man with a big waist and a round waist coming out.

Huang Mo saw the seal on the soles of his feet and pinched his eyebrows.

"Has anyone been here?"

"Nope." The jailers said in unison.

"Who is this survivor?"

The jailer flipped through the case records and confirmed: "This person is the butcher of Lijiazhuang. ”

Lijiazhuang?

"This Lijiazhuang is just a small village around Jinzhou, and there are more than 500 people, so it's not a place worth visiting." The jailer saw that she was interested in this place and introduced her, but the Shushan Taoist priest was thoughtful: "Then, I'm going to go here to have a look." But—" she said back, "this man must be saved." ”

"The villain must do his best!" The doctor felt that his life span had been shortened a lot in the past few days, but he still had to be hard and rob people at the ghost gate, Huang Mo stared at the broken basket and looked at the chest cavity that was still rising and falling for a while, and beckoned to say something to the jailer, the jailer nodded and said very seriously: "Dao Chief, please rest assured, I'll do it immediately!" ”

Huang Mo was relieved to be led on the horse by another jailer, and the two of them rushed towards Lijiazhuang.

The distance of Majiazhuang is not far and not close, and some villages are passed along the way, but this comparison is really a bit bleak and tragic with Jinzhou, which is made of gold carvings and jade, and people can't imagine that these barren houses and quails are actually at the foot of the Son of Heaven, within the radius of Jinzhou.

Huang Mo pulled himself out of the scene of escaping from the disaster, the village occasionally had a hoe and ox ploughing is also yellow and thin, many children were happily fluttering on the road, when they stepped into this place, those women, children, old and young were shocked, and fled like ghosts in the daytime, and hurriedly closed all the doors and windows.

Huang Mo looked at it a little ignorantly, and suddenly the birds and beasts scattered, touched his face, and the tip of his tongue was full of bitterness, so that her face was really powerful.

The jailer did not show the slightest look of surprise, but introduced her to the situation of the Li Butcher's house, and as early as when they gathered all these crazy people in one place, they had explored all the details of these people. There was only one child left in the family of Butcher Li, who was less than eight years old, and I heard that he was always in a bad temper, so his daughter-in-law ran away with people, and he raised seven or eight pigs and sheep, and used to slaughter animals and sell meat for people to earn money, but his life was barely passable.

The jailer said: "This Li Jiazhuang is the first wave of people who migrated from the Yunbo Country, and they still have the blood of the Yunbo Clan, and you can see that they still have a little green under their eyes. Saying that, he looked left and right, as if he wanted to find a realistic example for Huang Mo, and picked up a little girl who didn't have time to run away: "But when they grow up, the color of this eye will turn black." ”

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