One of the men in black, probably impatient, threw the basin in his hand on the ground, grabbed the child closest to him, and put his index finger and thumb between her jawbone, and with a slight pinch, the child opened his mouth, and could not even cry.

There was a flash of cold light, and a ball of blood immediately appeared in the baby's mouth, and with a wave of his hand, a small pink tongue was thrown into the wooden basin beside him.

Immediately, he reached out and grabbed a handful of gray powder from a wooden bowl next to him, threw it into the child's mouth, and threw the child back into the bed.

The other person also began to get busy, and the two of them raised their knives, and soon, many children were poisoned, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air, like death descending.

What to do? What to do? Qiqi hated that she couldn't move, so she could only watch the children around her being arrested one by one, and thrown back one by one with blood.

"Two adults, what do you want the old slave to help?" It was Mrs. Zhou's voice.

"You've come just in time, come, help me hand over these sheep, you've been killed, and you've been cut a few times." One of them pointed to the remaining children on the bed.

"Yes." Mrs. Zhou respectfully agreed, came to the bed where Qiqi was, picked up the children one by one and handed them over, and took them back one by one, and wrapped Qiqi into the pile of children who had had their tongues cut off with their hands and feet, and even secretly wiped some blood on her mouth for the sake of realism.

"Nope." Mrs. Zhou finished handing over the last child and said in a low voice.

The two of them quickly sorted out the things in their hands, and their eyes roamed over the bed again, and after confirming that there was no fish that slipped through the net, they straightened their waists.

"The emperor is here, the emperor is here, hurry up and welcome the marquis!" Someone shouted outside the door.

The two hurriedly put away the wooden basin on the ground and ran out like a gust of wind, and Mrs. Zhou quietly approached Qiqi: "Good Ni, don't make a sound, don't make a sound." Qiqi knew that it was Mrs. Zhou who kept her tongue and wanted to say thank you, but she could only turn her gratitude into a smile and show it to Mrs. Zhou.

Mrs. Zhou touched her face, stuffed her into the children's pile again, and then ran out in a hurry.

The babies couldn't make a sound anymore, they were quiet, they were in pain.

Qiqi also saw what others called the "emperor" on that day - Hei Che.

He came, and came in the crowd of the people.

He was wearing a dull yellow robe embroidered with dragon patterns, covered with a black and glowing fox fur cloak, his hair coiled on the top of his head, a golden hairpin pinned with a crown of hair, a few strands of hair on his forehead, scattered on his sideburns, he looked like he was about thirty years old, his skin was dark, his beard covered most of his face, only a wisp of beard was tied up at his chin, and a small ring engraved with cloud patterns hung from his eyes, his eyes were very deep, and there was a long scar on the nose of his hooked nose, which dragged from his nose to his left cheek, It makes the whole left side of his face look extremely distorted, and it always makes people shudder. On each of the two earlobes hangs a large thick silver ring the size of a palm, not like an emperor, more like a reckless hero.

"Hahaha......" He laughed out loud as he stepped through the door, tugging at the scar and looking fierce. His smile was smug, like a village farmer inspecting his own barn.

"Are these two sheep enough for this year?" The emperor opened his mouth, his eyes scanning over the bed.